Chapter Dix-Neuf
She hadn't realized how cold it was until she walked into the street. As soon as the door was opened, the snow and wind burst into her face, causing her breath to catch in her throat.
She laughed, realizing she should have listened to Christian and taken her coat.
"Oh well," She muttered under her breath.
Fighting the wind, she made her way to the mailboxes that were across the street from the building. After struggling for what seemed like a century, she opened the box and found a single letter inside.
It didn't have a return address or, for that matter, an address at all. It simply had her name written across the front. She closed the box, trudging through the four inches of snow to a place sheltered by an overhanging roof. She leaned against the wall and turned the letter over. It had been sealed shut by wax and a crest was embedded into it. The crest seemed familiar, but she couldn't put a name to the family it belonged to.
She tore the seal and pulled the letter from the envelope. The paper smelled musty, the aromas of smoke and liquor filling her nose.
It reminded her of the Moulin Rouge.
Pushing the thought aside, she unfolded the paper. It only had a few lines written on it. She gasped when she read it.
Run as much as you like, my dear, but I will ALWAYS find you.
She sucked in breath, suddenly feeling as though she would faint if she didn't get oxygen to her lungs. She pushed back tears so she could read the final line.
The next time we meet, I'm coming to make you mine, and to kill him.
She couldn't think. She couldn't breath. Her mind felt like it had shut down.
She staggered forward, leaving the shelter the overhang provided. Snow fell onto her hair and clothing.
She didn't feel any of it.
She sank down into the snow, bringing her knees to her chin. She began to cry, but the tears froze on her cheeks.
She couldn't feel the cold that was stinging her cheeks. All she felt was the fear building inside her, making her throat tight, and the pain growing in her heart at the thought of losing Christian.
A/N- Short chapter. I'll update soon, but for now…I'll be a good author and leave you hanging. MUAH HA…J
