‘Where am I?’ Eloise woke up abruptly to find herself by a small pond, in the middle of a very large garden. The cool evening breeze blew wisps of her dark red hair into her face.
She looked down to find herself in a beautiful white gown. She slowly stood to her feet confused.
‘My wedding day?’ But that was two days from now. She quickly touched her stomach to find no stab wounds. She found no blood in her palms either. She swore they were filled with blood minutes ago
The scene of Cole stabbing her was so vivid now. 
She died......
Yes, she died. She would never mistake the fear she felt while, Cole pushed her off the balustrade. It was real. She knew what she felt. The sharp piercing pain from the cold iron knife, he stabbed her with. The satisfaction in his eyes while he stabbed her multiple times. The hate.
 Pure hate, she thought.
But why?
Why would the love of her life kill her? 
Most importantly, why wasn’t she dead yet? Yes, she was the Phoenix. She could rise from the ashes every time she died but not this time. She was sealed.
Yes, by that woman. She’d seen that tattoo on her hand before, but where? 
Oh, she remembered it all perfectly now. There was a witch circle, the seal of the condemned, a bright red moon and her blood.... 
 She fell from a three-story building, right to the bottom of the pool. She spent her last breath drowning because she couldn’t swim. 
What a terrible way to die, she thought. Or maybe not.... She was alive, wasn’t she?
Some terrible dream that was......

INTO THE FLAMES.

Wrath slowly washed down the blood stains from his face and both hands. Images of the ten dead bodies lying in the alley flashed before his eyes. The stench of blood still lingered in his nostrils; he liked it. He exhaled deeply with his eyes closed, as a small smile carved at the corners of his lips. 


"Exhilarating, is it not?" a voice asked. 


 He opened his eyes and looked into the small inn mirror to find a calmer version of himself with a genuine smile. His long dark blond hair was combed neatly, and his eyes were bloodshot crimson. 


"The smell of blood.... mmm, makes your insides tingle, does it not?" His other self asked. 


"Shut up," Wrath mumbled as he ran his hand through his hair. 


He pulled off his blood-soaked shirt along with his dark cloak and threw it into the corner of the room. He laid back halfway onto the tiny bed with his lower body hanging off the bed. 


Chapter 25(The night of wails)