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 until the end, ok?” He says quietly. His deep voice is like a pleasant hum in my

Miss his touch.

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

“Ok.” I murmur.

promise that I will always protect you, no matter what happens. It’s not goodbye until all hope is lost. I’m going to break

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

and that’s ok… I’m used to it.” I whisper, looking away from him when he

thumb brushing across

the choice, I will always choose the both of you before myself.” He

prickle oddly, but I refuse to give in to that emotion. His words, as much as I long to believe him, history always repeats, and

You will

If I can make it better for him, then why

don’t both need

into the

I look at

answers and find a solution to breaking this curse upon us.” He says

he goes, she’ll be

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

icily. My eyes flicker black as he

your help.” He says, making

He wants my help?

“With what?”

he doesn’t expect

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

And me?

be alone

doing?” Ziahra’s voice comes, and I turn sharply seeing her, Kash and another silent Vampire step

holds power, I can feel it. The evil that resides here is vast,

my bones and the hollow of my stomach open

the right thing.” Zedkiel says,

betray her.” He snarls, looking at

to do.

truth, or is he

to right the wrongs of our past. I need you to trust me, Evelyn. I don’t want to hurt

Trust him?

single time, he will cast me aside for

used to be

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

to run in the snow!” Evangeline giggles, as we plough

lay there staring at the snow falling down. The snowflakes glitter as they rain down around us, and I hold my hand out trying

my head I spot Evangeline making snow angels, her tongue poking out from

to know what they taste like.” She giggles. I open my mouth, trying to catch one and giggle

face like a cascading waterfall, we are identical in every way, except for the scratch

out and taps my shoulder. “Ha! You’re it, you’re it!

that is almost as white as the snow, the clouds heavy as the snow

Ah, so pretty!

pouts, waiting for me to get up and

sitting up, and she scurries closer to me as I puff out the snow in her face. She grabs a handful, smearing

her head, the

up to

kneels beside me and bunches up her lace dress, she wipes the snow

coos. “There’s your

brightly

a stunned look, having not expected it a

na, can’t catch me!” I