Drabble: 53

POV: Third Person

It had been...cold.

The last thing Natalie could remember was feeling cold.

The cold had been a black cloud, eating up her soul, her goodness, her kindness, her love.

And she had been left like this.

A creature.

Yes, she had better senses, she was stronger.
She would be noticed now.

But Natalie couldn't help feeling a sliver of uneasiness.
Somewhere, deep inside, she knew it was all wrong.
But she didn't care.

Her sharp eyesight made out her father's cell in the dim lighting, and she could smell a Dhampir just outside it.
Rose.
Natalie was suddenly filled with hatred towards her.
Rose was the centre of her daddy's attention.
Not her.

Growling, she slammed Rose against the wall, taking out the keys to her father's cell.
Victor smiled at her, not the smile he used to give her as a little girl.
Oh, no.
That smile was always loving.
But this smile...
This smile was frost.

But Natalie couldn't ponder over it for long.
Right now, Victor's freedom was important.
She had to make this sacrifice for the betterment of the Moroi.

She sighed softly to herself, an old habit, as Rose struggled up off the floor.

She would fight.
She would kill.
She would do anything.

Anything, for her father's love.