[Completed] Amira is a human who finds herself thrust into a world she doesn't know. Once she wakes up in the strange town of Woling, she has to fight to regain the memories of the evils she committed in order to keep her past from destroying everyt...
"Come here," I shook my head, slowly taking another step backward. Gods his eyes were red and glowing. What the hell was he? Oh my gods..
His lips curled into a snarl, flickering over me carefully as if he registered that I was going to bolt before I even took a step. I was never an athletic type, this training was helping, but it didn't exactly help me be on the lookout for the blood that made me slip the second I tried to run.
My feet were sent flying out from under me and I probably looked just about as hopeless and helpless as I felt when my tailbone met the ground hard followed closely by my skull. It smacked against the concrete with a solid-sounding thud and sent bright lights dancing around me before Eon clouded my vision instead.
His entire presence was suffocating, lulling me into a vast pool of security as he tenderly peeled me off of the ground and into his chest, arms tight around my waist to keep me from drowning. I sniffled, hating how safe I felt when he held me. After all, he had just tried to kill me, and he very clearly wasn't human.
Had he always been like this? Always and I just never noticed?
"You did good Amira, don't cry," His voice was warm, his body was warm, but his entire being was so cold it left me frigid and desperate for fire. "Crying shows your weakness, the soft part of your soul, and you can't let them see that. I won't be there when it's time, don't you understand?" No. I didn't understand, I didn't know what game he was playing at and I didn't understand him. But I forced myself to nod, getting lost in the sensation of his bloody hand lightly brushing over where my head hit the ground.
I'd made my bed, and now I had to lie in it because this was my life whether I understood it or not, and Eon was my world whether I regretted it or not.
Being pathetic was what got me here, but not anymore. I wouldn't, and couldn't be pathetic anymore.
"I understand."
"Good girl," He stroked his hand over my hair, making me fight through the wince when his fingers lightly pressed against where my head had slammed against the ground but I knew that he could tell, he could always tell. "Now we do it again, this time, if you let go of the knife, you won't be getting a second chance."
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Sometimes in that single second when you realize you're not sleeping, but before you open your eyes, you are the most at peace that you will ever be.
Not this time though.
Because I could tell the exact millisecond that I wasn't in dreamland anymore.
My head pounded something fierce, my skin was clammy, and my fingers twitched my side like they were looking for something to cling to. Axle.
I wanted to cling to Axle.
The voices swimming around were quiet, but there were a lot of them. So many I could really only make out the ones closest to me, the worried words of Axle speaking in hushed tones to Doc.
