Rebekah stood there, staring at the fresh corpse on the floor in front of her, almost unable to hear the frantic noise of the people present around her. Her hands quivered by her sides as her wide eyes refused to move from the scene.
She felt someone grabbing her elbow and turning her around but she still did not raise her gaze. Her mind was still, utterly still, not a single thought passed through, not a single thing was registering.
"Rebekah!"
She heard someone snap at her making her look up and she found herself staring at the golden brown eyes of Alexander Lightbourne. His brown hair were styled in a disorderly manner whilst his porcelain skin shimmered with a thin sheath of sweat. His lips were turned into a deep frown, making it evident that he would rather be elsewhere than in
