The House of Night Series belongs to P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast. I only own this fanfic. Which you will love 3. Enjoy!
One (Stevie Rae)
What have I just done?
I summoned the bull, like it said in her prophecy.
But she never told me the difference in the two.
Why couldn't the bulls have been switched?
Because that would have been too easy.
Why did Kalona have to rise?
I couldn't think like that anymore.
Not since I saved that Ravenmocker.
I would have killed any other Ravenmocker.
But not him.
He was different.
Like he still had some humanity left.
Okay, maybe very little humanity.
But still.
He was different.
And he changed me.
Like I changed him.
Like I loved him.
Still love him.
But he will never know.
Because the tendrils of darkness kept coming for me.
For my blood.
Darkness was everywhere, blinding me.
I was frozen anyway.
Because of the bull.
The white bull.
The one I believed was for Light.
But no.
That was the black bull.
And now I'm screwed.
The white bull kept coming closer.
And closer.
With every step it took, I saw its white coat.
Was it beautiful?
Absolutely.
NOT.
Was it repulsive?
HECK YES.
It reminded me of the greasy, rubbery skin of the dead.
Where its hooves touched, the grass died.
Its eyes were full of nightmares unspoken.
"I will answer your question, vampyre. Look in his blood, shall the Warrior do, in order to find the bridge that enters the Isle of Women. To enter the arena, he must face himself. He must acknowledge one before the other to join his Priestess. Once there, it will be her choice whether she will return."
More riddles?
Oh, come on.
Really?
Great.
"That doesn't make any sense."
"'That' is not my problem. I completed my side of the bargain. Now you must pay your price. With your blood."
The tendrils finally reached me.
Pain.
I felt as if I was being continously sliced.
Over.
And over.
And over.
Tearing my flesh to little bacon bits.
I need him.
I love him.
I have to try and tell him.
While I still can.
"Rephaim!"
Before I die.