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}

 "Really, who is it? " Deborah questions. 


"Oh don't worry ginger bread. It's not you" I say to Deborah and her faces turns bright red. 


 Her facial expression the mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. A true sight to see! 


She folds her hands in anger and stares out the window while Dana and Timothy try their very best to stifle their laughter. 


I still have my gaze on Deborah when Dana cut me. 


"Ekene" I reply and they both raise their brows. 


"Is he Chinese?" Timothy asks and I exhale to avoid laughing. 


"No. Ekene is a Nigerian. He is very smart, quiet and observant. 


 He proves Nigerians to be very intellectual people. " I reply. 


"Cool, sure we can trust him? "Dana questions. 


"Guys, we have to get going. It would soon be time for dinner and madre would most certainly notice our absence." Timothy suddenly remarks staring at the moon and rolling up the papers. 


Just Breathe