1. The Night

ZEDKIEL.

Two days have passed as we continue on our way, but I am unable to remove her words from that night from my mind. She knows I’m going to betray her, and I am.

Each passing day, each hour, brings me closer to doing just that.

Zerachiel has been quieter, almost hesitant about what’s to come, but still, he tries to reassure me that all will be fine, but will it? I have my doubts.

The tension in the air has become thick as we travel alongside the vampires. Evelyn is quieter, almost as if knowing what is to come.

Ragnar had almost killed several of the vampires a few times, and only when he lost it did it bring any emotion from Evelyn, who would giggle in excitement at the violent scenes playing out around her.

It’s almost like she gets off on it, and craves the violence. The madness I see sparkling in her eyes at the slightest taste of violence is particularly disturbing, yet somehow amusing to watch.

“Fuck off!” Ragnar growls as a vampire tries to guide him out of the van as we take a pit stop, we’re still bound even though I can break free, Ziahra said we needed to keep up the impression we are her prisoners. So for now, I shall play the part.

“I swear, princess, I don’t know why you are bringing the rest along!” Blade growls.

“Shame you don’t call the fucking shots.” Ragnar growls, elbowing him in the nose.

I close my eyes when something crunches.

Power surges from all sides and everyone’s on edge again as silence follows.

Evelyn giggles, covering her mouth with her hand, being the only one not bound.

“Stop it!” Ziahra growls.

“Ragnar.” I warn.

He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, a shudder rolling through his body, and his eyes blaze red as he carries on walking.

“Don’t touch me if you don’t want to lose those hands.” He warns Blade.

“You heard him.” Kash remarks, he’s another one who’s been getting into it with Blade, taking an instant dislike to him.

‘Usually, you’re the hot head.’ Zerachiel grumbles.

‘Maybe.’

I’m more concerned about what we’re about to do.

Tonight.

stretch our legs for a bit. A few of the vampires go off to hunt for food. In most cases, they’d drain them of blood and we’d eat the

should clear the forest tomorrow and head to a temple near a small village.” Ziahra announces.

wait when we are so close to home?” Alaia muses, looking at Ziahra

discussion.” Ziahra

You can’t trust everyone…

mind, and I wonder how many are truly

sitting drinking some water as she stares into

walks over, her eyes flickering to Kash, who cocks

bottle of water to my

eyes meet and she gives me the

bit. Let them eat.” She commands, turning

routine. They’d untie us for food and to sleep, although we are constantly

no longer giving

third at Kash, and I know this bottle holds the drug that I

gaze flickers to Evelyn, where she’s

it amusing as

Evelyn nervously, whose grin only

moving away, and Evelyn smirks before she looks at me. Our eyes

Ziahra gives the signal. We are camping near some old run-down temple grounds, the building so old the brick and mortar

energy in the air is tense,

the vampires is palpable as they watch the shadows through the trees, like they are expecting the ghosts that haunt this place to show their faces at

old temple, the arched windows are cracked and stained. The glass is smokey, the colour

place, you could tell, was abandoned and

caving in. The tiles

around the building like it was trying to strangle it, making the place

the vampires were uneasy around it, but if she

“Can’t sleep?” Evelyn murmurs.

go for a walk.” I tell her, leaning closer so I

for a second before she nods. The vampires were keeping a lookout and Ziahra had managed

one other she said she trusts, would be waiting for us. To help carry the plan

of time to slip it to her, I was unable to bring myself to do

questions, looking towards the broken-down

I shrug, while my gullt nags at

“I’m surprised they aren’t glued to us, out in

it was still a partially open area. Of course, I know why security was a

after a few moments,

as I glance at her outstretched

to her. She looks down at my hand before her

I’m looking into the eyes of a monster. Her eyes sparkle, revealing the slightest hints of green amongst the hazel. Her eyes soften, before they flicker black, and her expression darkens,

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