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}

We make it out of my cabin after I put off all the candles and Deborah and I begin our trip to the West swap which is on the other side of the mansion and a little bit in the woods. 


After saving Deborah from alot of falls, I loose my patience and carry her bridal style in my arms. Her tiny fingers wrap behind my neck and she doesn't struggle nor complain. 


 I look down at her and I find her gaze keen on me. 


"Nothing" she replies as she looks away. A few seconds latter I feel her head rest on my chest. 


We are almost at the west swamp and my arms are almost tired but I won't put her down. I don't want to loose the warmth her body provides and seeing her so in need of my help makes me feel like a better person than I am. Especially when her needs are ones I could provide. 


"I think I could walk now. " her tender voice interupts my thoughts causing me to look down at her. 


The Project 3