I remember every word that he had told me before the door closed.
Every movement of his muscles in his face, the gaze of said more than a thousand words.
And even though I was stunned by pain, I knew everything would be much, much worse.
I heard the dull voice of the hunter and felt that fire in me that Bailey had sparked.
But I wanted it to stop burning. It should just stop.
"I love you, my beautiful Mary, please do not forget me when you wake up" were his last words.
And the last thing I felt doing well was his ice-cold kiss and the dwindling of the moonlight as the creaking door closed
and just a screams outside were to hear.