Prologue
I watched silently as he strode forward to deliver the final blow. I was bleeding all over the expensive carpet. I knew mother would have a fit.
I guess I'm going out the same way I came in; with blood covering me.
This could have been considered noble, or honorable, dying to protect…him. I never thought that people--no, things-- like me could die. I suppose they can, it just takes a bit of roughing up to do so.
Three months ago, I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined how horrifying my life would end.
Most would start crying if they were in my situation, some might even beg. But I have learned throughout the years that crying and begging get you absolutely nowhere. Except lying on a Persian rug, bleeding to death while some lunatic stands over you, watching you die painfully.
As he hovered over me, I did not make a sound as he plunged the cross deep into my heart.