The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. 

My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. 

My third sense is sudden activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come get me!. 

This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. 

I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. 

The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. 
Finally, I hear music playing from loud speakers. I'm close to civilization!. 

I keep running frantically. One of my pumps gone. Soon I see a club in sight with a few people outside. I begin to scream for help when a figure suddenly appears before me. In fear, I make to run in the opposite direction but another figure is right behind me. 

Next thing I know; i'm surrounded by darkness. 
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Imagine waking up in an abandoned Gothic castle in the middle of no where. With an immortal creap as your new 'mother' and over a hundred strangers as your new siblings. 

Where love is a crime, hope is a dream and rebelion is a death contract. 

A dark tunnel with no light whatsoever, would you survive??

Let's follow our protagonist into this breath taking journey and find out what could possibly be worst than this.

The Mansion {Maders Mansion}

 "There was once a teenage girl. Pretty much about our age. She was cute, funny, caring, loving, kind hearted... And a gem in short. 


She used to be very timid and shy but her life all of a sudden took a nasty turn. A turn that needed to awaken the voice in her. Else the consequences would be deadly. 


She was being molested by her elder stepbrother. " I begin to narrate. Creating the story there on the spot. 


"Mmmm. Now that's interesting!" Rachel inputs and I roll my eyes. 


I look up at Rachel and she understands what I'm trying to do hence she smirks at me and I smile back. 


"She hated the fact that she was being used. He saw her as his personal toy and he kept harassing her and she felt helpless. 


He was a cultist and she knew that. She also knew she wasn't the first girl he was harrasing. She knew her mother could save her but she wasn't brave enough to tell cause her brother had tresthened to kill her or those she cherished. 


Be Though