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}

My jaw drops as Desmond say these words to me. His words flow out his mouth like pure water straight into my crumpled heart. 


'You are a perfect work of art done on the purest canvas, with the finest brushes, exquisite color choices and by the master himself.' His words keep playing in my head as I stare into his deep brown eyes. Noone has ever said something like that to me. 


His gaze remain glued on mine and I can't help the heat I feet crawl up my neck and into my cheek. He flashes a smile at me and takes my hand releasing it from its position over my chest. 


I obediently follow as he leads me to the table. He pushes a plate made of wood to me and on it lay ball like things that look brownish. 


"What is this? " I quiz in confussion as I stare at him. 


"Apples and mangos. " he replies looking back down at me and my fore head creases in confussion. He give a sigh before proceeding to explain. 


Honey Dipped Apples