A Dark Crest Novel 

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After getting engaged to a man she's never met. Caroline moves to the Van Estate, where she realizes that her husband to be, is not who he seems.

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"Caroline!"

The voice of her pursuer calls out to her, as she turns down the darkly lit corridor, hoping to elude them. But the footsteps only get closer, and closer. She runs down the end of the corridor, to a crossroad.

"Right or left?"

The footsteps get closer.

"Was the exit right or left?!"

She thinks to herself, as the voice once again calls out to her.

"Caroline! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

"Right!"

She turns down the right corridor and runs as fast as she's able. As she gets closer, a bright light shines through. Causing her to almost leap with joy, she had chosen the right way! Or at least that's what she had thought. As she gets closer she realizes that this is in fact a dead end. The light was coming from a window; taking up the majority of the wall. She turns to go back, but she's met with a familiar pair of vibrant, purple eyes, staring back at her from the end of the hallway. She freezes in fear, as the figure grins, and calmly walks towards her.

"Found you."

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The Countess and Her Knight

The following events are told from Caroline's Point of View. 


I leave the Count's Library, tears fall down my cheeks, as my feet move on their own down the hall. Without giving much thought to it I find myself in front of Sir. Elton's bed-chamber. 


I hesitantly lift my hand to the large wooden door, and give the door a soft knock. 


The door opens, and Elton's soft voice fills my ears. Caroline? What are you doing here at this hour?" I wrap my arms around his waist, and bury my head in his warm chest. 


I try my best to form words, but all I can muster is two, "She's dead." 


﻿"What? Who?" He asks. I'm unable to respond, I look up at his hazel eyes; that are now full of concern. 


He takes his right hand, and whips a tear from my cheek, as he does so my body once again moves on my own. I lean in, and press my lips against his. 


MATURE CONTENT 18+ BONUS SCENE