Hey guys! I am currently in love with Sarah J Maas' ACOMAF and can't wait for the third book to come out. This fanfic will hopefully keep me occupied until the next book comes out. My fanfic will be carrying on after the events during ACOMAF. This chapter's only a short one to get into the story a bit but I hope you enjoy. Sorry about any mistakes- please let me know if you see any. Constructive criticism and tips are welcome!
Chapter 1
I cried out as Rhys' body went stiff and tensed with pain, a scream just beneath the surface, as Amarantha's blade sliced across his chest. He was trying to be strong, trying to not alarm me but I could feel it. I could feel the pure pain and terror through our mating bond as the blade neared his shoulder blades. 'Feyre,' he rasped to me. 'Run!' he screamed as he began to fight against the thick chains around his arms and legs, attaching him to two thick beams on either side. But I couldn't, it was like I was frozen in place, yet nothing held me down. I was utterly useless. Rhys continued to thrash against the bonds securing him with renewed vigour. He was exhausted yet for me, his mate, his equal, he would fight with every ounce of strength he had. A savage cry ripped from my throat as I heard myself screech at the disgusting woman in front of me, 'STOP! Please stop!' I couldn't take it anymore, couldn't bear to watch as tears filled his violet-blue eyes and rolled down Rhysand's face as he realised we were trapped. Amarantha turned to look at me, a cruel grin on her face. 'This is all your fault you worthless, human scum!' she cackled. 'You made him betray me and now he's paying the price,' she continued, her grin widening. Without another word, Amarantha strode towards me and pushed her blade against my throat. I heard Rhysand suck in a breath before I flinched as the blade pierced my skin, sending a hot trickle of blood down my neck. 'You have two options,' Amarantha announced casually to Rhys. 'Either you show me your wings,' she said, dragging out her words painfully slow. 'Or,' she continued, 'I cut Feyre darling's throat.' Rhysand didn't hesitate one moment before shadows began to form behind his back before they were replaced by his large, membranous wings. No, I thought. He can't do this. 'Of course,' Amarantha mocked. 'Anything to save your darling Feyre.' Slowly, she walked towards Rhys and stopped behind him. I hadn't even noticed she had switched her blades and now held a much larger one. In one lethal movement, Amarantha lifted the blade before bringing it down in one clean arc. My heart stopped beating as Rhysand's scream reached my ears. It was so desperate, so hopeless that my heart broke at the sound of it as I looked into his eyes which were now lost and full of despair.
I shot upright in my bed, gripping the sheets as Rhys' scream still rang in my ears. Panting, I reached across the bed for him but only found pillows. No. I was still at the Spring Court. I threw the blankets off of me and scrambled out of bed before fumbling into the wash room. I barely made it in time before I heaved, releasing the contents of my stomach. Sweat dripped down my forehead and back and my hair stuck to it as I heaved and heaved, even after there was nothing left in my stomach. My whole body ached by the time I had finished and I was too exhausted to get up. I felt my arms give so I just lowered myself to the cool ground and closed my eyes, letting the darkness take me.
That's all for chapter 1. Hopefully the next chapters will be longer and if everything goes as planned, I will be writing more soon. Please let me know what you thought about this chapter and if you like the Vampire Diaries, go ahead and check out my first ever fanfic called 'Saving Stefan'. I already have 2 chapters uploaded so let me know what you think of them! Thanks!