His Dark Obsession

25. My Fate

EVELYN.

He steps back, his heart thundering, and I know he’s going to do something. Will he stab me again? Snap my neck? Or will he be more inventive this time, make it more painful, slower, really go for the heart by ripping it from my chest?

A soul can only break so many times before it is irreparable. Peering up at him, it makes me wonder what his next move will be.

Is someone hiding out here? His loyal friend wasn’t there when we left the gathering.

I can see the raw guilt and regret in his eyes, but are those feelings genuine? Or just a mask to hide his true intentions.

I’m telling myself they are, because it is all I have.

Ever since he returned from talking to the she-vampire, I knew he had a plan… he is going to side with them as he does every time. He’ll turn his back on me, throw me away like every other time.

He will become their king and he will have no remorse for me…

His hands cup my face and my heart squeezes, pounding violently in my ears.

Why does it hurt more than ever? Just once I want to know what it’s like to be wanted, to be loved, and not seen as the monster, the burden and the one responsible for the destruction of a never-ending cycle of heartbreak.

However, the more I think of his intentions, the more his betrayal hurts, and writhes through me like an infection, as I crave what I’ve never wanted before.

The feelings I feel for him are foreign, and for once, I wish for my normal sadistic nature, the uncaring, dark version.

Is it because this time he treated me with some care?

That he showed me some level of love?

I’m not sure, but my heart is breaking knowing that even Zedkiel doesn’t want me. That he’ll never want me. He just wants her back.

For the first time, Zerachiel’s counterpart is showing me some love, something that I couldn’t ever imagine.

Unlike them, I hold memories of our past lives, even if they are blessed with no memory of me or the pain. I’m the one who has to relive it every time.

He still looks the same, he always does, maybe sometimes he has dreads, or locs, the last time he had even dyed his hair… but it’s always him. Always the same man…. just a little more broken each time we meet, but for the first time, those golden-green eyes are showing me a version of him that I have always yearned for.

But I am struggling to understand why he is giving up on me? I’ve tried to behave. He’s shown tenderness, instead of blatant hate, and showed love instead of vengeance.

I can’t bring myself to hate him for what he’s about to do and I find myself speaking words I haven’t spoken or meant in such a long time.

“I love you.” I whisper, unable to stop myself from showing the vulnerability I am feeling as the darkness inside of me begins to rise.

I’m fighting it, because I don’t want to disappoint him, but for what?

He will betray me…

He always does….

Yet, I want to hear those words too…

Need to hear them at least once…

“I love you too.” He says softly, making my eyes widen in shock.

I scan his eyes, trying to understand him.

His eyes are full of such intense emotions and, for the first time, I feel weak.

No, it’s not the type of love I want, but it is real. It’s there in some form. I blink up at him, my mind replaying his words on repeat.

He said he loves me.

deep voice is like a pleasant hum in my ear, his touch sending soft tingles of pleasure through

Miss his touch.

to pour down, hitting the cracked stone, and

“Ok.” I murmur.

not goodbye until all hope is lost. I’m going to break this

and I feel an icy wave of dread wash over me and my heart twists painfully in my chest,

from him when he grips my chin, tilting my face up and forcing me to look

head, his thumb brushing across my lips

if I have the choice, I will always choose the

His words, as much as I long to believe him, history always repeats, and I am never chosen, never loved or missed, but hearing those words, it’s almost like he truly means them. I

Zedkiel. You

nod, knowing he is struggling. If I can make it better for him, then

don’t both need

ask, looking into the darkness ahead as I pull out

move and I look at him

the gods to get the answers and find a solution to breaking this

goes, she’ll be

feel the darkness inside of me flare up inside of me, threatening to

why are you telling me?” I ask icily. My eyes flicker

need your help.” He says,

He wants my help?

“With what?”

back! Surely, he doesn’t expect me to

she’s there, but if he goes, then he’ll know, and they’ll

And me?

alone once

comes, and I turn sharply seeing her, Kash and another silent Vampire step out

it. The evil that resides here is

settle in my bones and the hollow of my stomach open to an even vaster

right thing.”

He snarls,

to do. I can easily unleash my wrath

tell me the truth, or is

out and we won’t keep getting chances to right the wrongs of our past. I need you to trust me, Evelyn. I don’t want to hurt you; you have to know that.” There’s an urgency in his voice as he pleads with me, cupping my face in his huge warm

Trust him?

know every single time, he will cast me aside

a time, someone who used to be my world became my greatest

her shoulder. “You’re it! You’re it!” I giggle as I spin around, my white dress tangling around my legs, and

as we plough through the powdery snow before we both tumble over our white dresses, falling face-first into

back and lay there staring at the snow falling down. The snowflakes glitter as they rain down around us, and

making snow angels, her tongue poking out from between her red lips, as she tries to catch the snowflakes. I chuckle and her eyes narrow as she

open my mouth, trying to catch one and giggle when I feel the iciness touch my tongue, the

Her raven dark hair falls around her angelic face like a cascading waterfall, we are identical in every way, except for

about to do something when her hand reaches out and taps my shoulder. “Ha! You’re it, you’re it! Can’t catch me!” She taunts

at the sky that is almost as white as the snow, the clouds heavy as the snow continues to fall, casting

Ah, so pretty!

you!” She shouts, and I turn my head. She pouts, waiting for me to get up and I shriek in excitement as I

as I puff out the snow in her face. She grabs a handful, smearing it down my face, and I laugh excitedly, trying to brush the snow away with more snow-

too, and shakes her head, the snow falling from

up

her lace dress, she wipes the snow off my face before leaning forward and pecking

silly.” She coos.

brightly

not expected it a second time. Her shock turns into a radiant

na, can’t catch me!” I tease, before bursting out