In My skin
InjuredHe led me to his Father’s home. “Is this the place?”
“Yes,” he told me.
“Do you mind if I take a look around the yard?” I asked him.
“Do you think she could be buried here?” he asked, following closely behind her.
“It’s possible,” I countered it, but my visions had been wrong before. Pictures of Richard’s immortal Mother flashed through my head.
“You saw it. She died here and she was buried here. But why?” she wondered.
“He hunted her,” he told her.
“Excuse me?” I said, shocked.
“He hunted them-us,” he clarified, “for a living.”
“Good to know,” I said,” Is that why you became a vampire, because you wanted to become what your Father feared? Losing you, his last living relative besides himself lost to the damned.”
“Yes, I wanted to show him the worst kind of pain,” he answered her.
We eventually found her bones. “There she is,” I said.
He then pushed me into the grave with her bones. “I helped you!” I yelled.
“You did yes, but I no longer need you.” he said coldly.
I stood up in the shallow grave, and lunged at him bringing him to the ground. I didn’t even see him take out his dagger and he reversed the move on me. He then stabbed me, with it, and as he looked into my eyes he said, “I’m sorry, you should’ve just done what I’d asked of you,” he said apologetically twisting the dagger into my heart. Then she blacked out..