Rosemarie Hathaway
I had to keep running. The branches and brambles slicing into my flesh, but I couldn't stop. If I stopped, the darkness would consume me.
And I would never come back.
My breathing came in rapid pants and my legs were screaming for me to stop. I was running (literally and figuratively) on pure fear: fear of the darkness, fear of what could happen, fear of leaving and never returning. A log lay discarded on the ground, tripping me over. And I was falling, falling into a pit, falling until my back hit the earth. As I fought to open my eyes, the darkness greeted me in the form of two red eyes staring down at me.
"Roza"
His voice still coated the air with a velvet chill. His brown hair still hung gloriously down to his chin. And yet his eyes. His eyes as red as the blood he had taken from me. His eyes reminding me that this was not the man I loved. This was not the man I was synchronised with. This was not the man who found me, taught me and loved me.
Then how could he be so similar?
"Roza"
My name on his lips still sent shivers down my spine. I tried to fight the comfort he gave me but I still welcomed it. I tried to stand towards the voice but my legs crumpled beneath me and I became painfully aware of my surroundings. But I didn't care. I realised it didn't matter where I was or who I was as long as I was with him.
I reached out an arm and waited until his own snaked down, stopping finally as it felt the pulse throbbing in my wrist. He pulled and I soared towards him, crumpling against his cool torso.
"Roza"
I could feel his breath caress my cheek. Answering the silent question, I nodded and inclined my neck to his exposed fangs. I saw his eyes – so different and yet so similar – widen with longing and lust. He seemed to be unsure and so I gripped his hand and squeezed.
"Eternity together?"
"Eternity together"
His fangs sunk sensually into my skin and a pleasure ripped through my body before I finally succumbed.
And saw darkness.