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.

me, I want you to listen to me until the end, ok?” He says quietly. His deep voice is like a pleasant hum in my ear, his

Miss his touch.

pour down, hitting the cracked stone, and

“Ok.” I murmur.

matter what happens. It’s not goodbye until

me and my heart twists painfully in my chest, yet I can’t bring myself to be mad at his

it.” I whisper, looking away from him when he grips my chin, tilting my face up and forcing me

brushing across my

will always choose

oddly, but I refuse to give in to that emotion. 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

You will always choose

nod, knowing he is struggling. If I

both need

looking into the darkness ahead as I pull out

doesn’t move and I look at

to get the answers and

If he goes,

inside of me, threatening to take over

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

need your help.” He says, making me

He wants my help?

“With what?”

doesn’t expect me to help

doesn’t know she’s there, but if he goes, then

And me?

be alone

sharply seeing her, Kash and another silent Vampire step out from inside of

evil that resides here is vast, but there is also more. An ancient

settle in my bones and the hollow of my stomach open to

thing.”

He snarls,

me, and I don’t know what to do. I can easily

me the truth, or is he just trying

to go to the other realm. Time is running 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

Trust him?

When I know every single time, he will cast me aside for

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

I giggle as my hand taps her shoulder. “You’re it! You’re it!” I giggle as I spin around, my white dress

we plough through the powdery snow before we both tumble over our

staring at the snow falling down. The snowflakes

tongue poking out from between her red lips, as she tries to catch the snowflakes. I

they taste like.” She giggles. I open my mouth, trying to catch one and giggle when I feel the iciness touch my tongue, the

around her angelic face like a cascading waterfall, we are identical in every way, except

deviously, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and I know she is 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 playfully, rolling out of arm’s reach,

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

Ah, so pretty!

I got you!” She shouts, and I turn my head. She pouts, waiting for me to get up and I shriek in excitement as I try to roll away from her, eating a mouthful

She grabs a handful, smearing it down my face, and I laugh excitedly, trying to brush the snow away with

head, the snow

surely up to my

beside me and bunches up her lace dress, she wipes

silly.” She coos. “There’s

brightly at

look, having not expected it a second time. Her shock turns into a radiant smile as she wipes the icy powder from her face, and I jump to my feet with a

catch me!” I tease,