Man Of My Dreams

I have never killed anybody before. My heart was pounding in my chest. The thumping was so loud, I could hear it in my ears. But I had to. If I hadn’t driven that stake into his chest, he would have killed Kian and there is no telling what my own fate would have entailed. I looked away from Silas’s body, or rather his ashes, to find Kian on his knees. Hands in his lap and head hanging low. My heart broke at the sight of him. His only friend dead. And by my own hands, no less. Doesn’t he understand that I had no choice? Will he forgive me? Will he believe me when I tell him of his only friend’s betrayal? Or will he lock me away? Or worse, kill me? The room began spinning. Anxiety was buzzing in my chest like a swarm of honey bees. My breath began to quicken. I took a wobbly step in Kian’s direction. His head snapped up and he locked his eyes into mine. “What have you done, Wren?” his voice deep and guttural. I shook my head, “Please,” was all I could get out. I took a slow step back. The look in his eyes was purely primal. He’s going to kill me. “I–” I tried to form the words but my fear and panic had struck me still and quiet. I felt the floor beneath me start to shift. The walls around me began to crumble. Oh f**k! He is going to kill me! “Kian, please,” I held out my hands, “listen to me. He was going to kill you. I had to!” The words fell out of my mouth in a scream. But Kian wasn’t listening. His face void of any emotion. Strictly primal, predator rage was radiating off of him. I took two more slow steps back, and then I turned on my heel and ran for my life. The last thing I heard as I cut a corner was the deep rumble of Kian’s sinister laugh. Ensuring he would catch me and when he does, nothing and no one will be able to save me from my fate. It all ends here.