Fire. The world was on fire. My world was on fire. My body, rising from the shadows of my grave, felt torn. My heart pumped no blood. My lungs breathed no air. I was still, like a thief in the night. I stumbled out of a hole in the ground and took in my surroundings.
Darkness. No one in sight. As i stood there waiting for this nightmare to make sense, memories started to flood my mind.
A man with beautiful blue eyes and hair as dark as his soul. Elijah. My Elijah. My soulmate; licking my blood off a knife that he stabbed me in the heart with.
The Whore (part one)
By NiomiThacker
"I was taken into a room that one would use to entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall draped in re... More