Hands land upon my body, causing my eyes to shoot wide open.
The hands are cold, wrapped tight around my ankles, the covers of the blanket vanished as the figure before me is carved out in an ebony black silhouette.
"Get off of me!" I scream, hoping someone will hear as panic floods my body.
"Sybil," a voice whispers, the hands leaving my body as I try and calm down, reaching for the dagger under my pillow. "Sybil, it's me."
The lights turn on, Elijah before me as he stands there, still in his pajamas, his hair all a crazy mess, and his skin pale. It's as if he's scared. Scared of what?
"Elijah? What the hell was-
I'm cut off by his hands. "We have to leave now."
"What do you mean?" I ask, my voice a quick whisper as he tugs me from bed. "What's going on."
"Zion."
A lump forms in
