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.

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

Miss his touch.

crack of thunder fills the air outside as the rain begins to pour down, hitting the cracked stone, and spraying us with splatters

“Ok.” I murmur.

I will always protect you, no matter what happens. It’s not goodbye until

he says that, and I feel an icy wave of dread wash over me and my heart twists painfully

her and that’s ok… I’m used to it.” I whisper, looking away from him when he grips my chin, tilting my face up and

across my lips gently, and

I have the choice, I will always choose the both

history always repeats, and

Zedkiel. You will always choose

knowing he is struggling. If I can make it better

both need to

ask, looking into the darkness ahead as I pull out

and I look

go to the realm of the gods to get the answers

goes, she’ll be

of me, threatening to take over and I can’t

icily. My eyes flicker black as he reaches for me, but I step

I need your help.” He

He wants my help?

“With what?”

doesn’t expect me to

but if he goes, then he’ll know, and they’ll be

And me?

be alone once

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

here is vast, but there is also more.

the hollow of my stomach open to an even

right thing.” Zedkiel says,

her.” He snarls, looking

don’t know what to do.

to tell me the truth, or is he just trying to manipulate the

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 hands. “Will

Trust him?

When I know every single time,

who used to be

as I spin around, my white dress tangling around my legs, and I grab two

me, it’s so hard to run in the snow!” Evangeline giggles, as we plough through the powdery snow before we both tumble over our white dresses, falling

to get back up, whilst I roll onto my back and lay there staring at the snow falling down. The snowflakes glitter as they rain down around us, and I hold my hand out

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

like.” She giggles. I open my mouth, trying to catch one and giggle when I

Water.” I laugh and she giggles, rolling on her side. Her raven dark hair falls around her angelic face like a cascading waterfall, we are

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, away from

snow, the clouds heavy as the snow continues to fall, casting everything

Ah, so pretty!

and I turn my head. She pouts, waiting for me to get up and I shriek in

sitting up, and she scurries closer to me 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

shakes her head, the

up

up her lace dress, she wipes the snow off my face

She coos. “There’s

smiles brightly

face. She freezes in shock, giving me a stunned look, having not expected it a second time. Her shock turns into a radiant smile as she wipes the icy powder

catch me!” I tease, before