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.

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 soft tingles of pleasure through me. I’m going

Miss his touch.

outside as the rain begins to pour down, hitting the cracked stone, and spraying

“Ok.” I murmur.

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

thumps as he says that, and I feel an icy wave of dread wash over me and my heart twists painfully in my chest, yet I can’t bring myself to be

used to it.” I whisper, looking away from him when he grips my chin, tilting my face up

his head, his thumb brushing across my lips gently,

the choice, I will always choose

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 he truly means them. I

Zedkiel. You

struggling. If I can make it better for him,

both

we keep going?” I ask, looking into the darkness ahead as

move and I

to go to the realm of the gods to get the answers

goes,

the darkness inside of me flare up inside of me,

My eyes

help.” He says,

He wants my help?

“With what?”

want her back! Surely, he doesn’t expect

doesn’t know she’s there, but if he goes, then he’ll know, and they’ll be together

And me?

alone

turn sharply seeing her, Kash and another silent

it. The evil that resides here is vast, but

potent, making unease settle in my bones and the hollow of my stomach open to

the right thing.” Zedkiel says, his eyes

betray her.” He snarls,

I don’t know what to

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

Evelyn. I don’t want to hurt you; you have to know that.” There’s

Trust him?

know every single time, he will cast

a time, someone who used to be my world became

it!” I giggle as I spin around, my white dress tangling around my legs, and I grab two fistfuls of it as

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

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

Evangeline 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

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

like a cascading waterfall, we are identical in every

with mischief, and I know she is about to do something when her hand reaches out and taps my

as the snow,

Ah, so pretty!

pouts, waiting for me to get up and I shriek in excitement as I try to roll away from her, eating a mouthful

the snow in her face. She grabs a handful,

head, the

surely up to

as she kneels beside me and bunches up her lace dress, she wipes the snow off my face before leaning forward and pecking

She coos. “There’s

brightly at

giggle before I grab a handful of snow and toss it in her 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

can’t catch me!” I tease, before