Averyprettygirl

Madeline Rose had only ever worked in her father's local blacksmith shop and occasionally helped her mother at the farm. Her skin had become tanned from the hot sun, but despite all of this, she did not complain. Even though she didn't come from a wealthy home, she was content. 



However, her life turned upside down when she stumbled upon a darkness that refused to leave her alone. 




There was him, a man cloaked in mystery and malice, a presence that sent chills down her spine. His eyes, shrouded in shadows, held a depth of darkness that seemed to swallow the light around him. 





When their paths crossed, Madeline felt a cold dread wash over her, as if she had invited a malevolent force into her world.

The Devil's Embrace

Sarah's shoulders slumped, her hand left the dagger, and she held him tightly, her senses gradually returning as the compulsion from the witch began to fade. Her tears fell and mingled with the blood on his chest. A vampire's wound typically heals instantly. But why? Why was he not healing? What sort of dagger was this?

"Oh Draven," she cried, leaning back to gaze at his face, now even paler than before. "Draven," her voice trembled as she cupped his face, "What have I done? What have I done?"

Draven, feeling weak for the first time in his immortal life, smiled calmly at her, "You are back," he mused, seemingly unconcerned about the lurking dangers within him. The pain in his chest was a new sensation, the wound raw. He knew with certainty that it was her blood mingled with the dagger, but he chose not to burden her with that knowledge; it was never her fault, this was the witch's doing.

The Past XXIV