A Bad Dream
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CHAPTER TWO
Denneris
I turned my back on Alaric, as I made determined strides away from him and towards the east wing where Greg's chamber was located. I had to tell him, he needed to know.
"It can't be helped." I heard Ric whisper inaudibly under his breathe.
"What?." I turned around at his words that made no sense but soon made complete sense.
I heard a swish sound which was followed with a sharp pain from my end. "Blood..." I was gushing out like an uncontrolled water fountain. The sight of myself completely soaked with my blood sent my body in shock. My throat croaked out in pain and my insides burned.
"What did you do?." I crocked out as my eyes stung with unshed tears. My vision became a blurred mess of clotted blood. I was dying. I could feel my heart beat and pulse slow down.
"Stay with me Denneris!. Stay with me." I could hear my wolf plead as I held unto the open cut on my neck. " I don't want to die, please help me."
I pleaded with my killer who gave me a cold stare down. "Why Ric?." I asked Ric who still had the pocket knife which he used to cut my neck wide open in his grasp. I struggled with the darkness but it was way stronger.
He bent down before me, his towering figure taking up the little oxygen that was made available for my dying body.
"If I can't have you, then no one else can. One of us has to be completely out of the picture." He snarled at me, his fangs out and in plain sight for me to see.
"I will never forgive you for this. I curse the day I met you." I said to Ric as I spat out thick clotting of blood from my mouth.
"I guess we will meet in hell someday. Maybe your time there, will make you regret not taking my offer when it was still available." He replied me with a smile that was void of guilt.
"Evil." He had always been a "wolf in sheep's clothing" just lying in wait for his prey. A drop of tears finally made way down my cheeks. My parents were on their way to the palace and then there was Gregory.
My Gregory. "Somebody please help me." My cry for help came out as a whisper.
I watched Ric stand to his feet with an evil smile on his face. He was going to pay for this.
"You will pay for this. I will be back as the air you breathe in, the earth you walk on. I will be your worst night mare." My words to him were merely whispers but those whispers were the dying wish of a young twenty five years old whose life was taken from her in the most gruesome way.
"Blah blah blah" were his exact words to me.
"Rest in peace your grace." He said and made a dramatic bow at my dying form before walking away.. Death was not far away from my doorstep and it's intrusion at this point could not be helped.
I gagged and choked on my blood, the metallic taste in my mouth sent my tongue numb. "I don't want to die Dola." I whimpered as I held unto my wolf who was pretty much in the same state as I was.
"Don't be scared Denny, I want you to think of this as a bad dream you need to wake up from. Once you wake up, everything will be just fine." Dola's words came from a place of acceptance.
I could feel her slowly slip into unconsciousness. She accepted her own words and stopped fighting the darkness. I was loosing her.
The wedding bells rang out, the clanging sound made me realize how short time could be. Few hours ago, I was all bubbly with the joy of becoming a new bride. Now, I just wanted to live.
I felt empty, cold and lonely. The dusty floor of the north wing and the cracked walls would be the last thing I saw before the cold dark and scary hands of death came to take me away.
"The sea, there is a cold, cold sea where the pretties dwell. Take me back to the world of the innocent, take me back to my life before pain and death." I sang out with the little strength I could muster.
My grandma Alice taught me the poem of the dead when she was alive, I had no idea that sooner I was going to be singing it to myself. I sang it over and over again until my teeth clattered.
I stared at the chandelier that danced in my hazy vision, it glittered like the stars in the night sky. I wanted to remember something beautiful, not the dust or the cracked walls.
"Gregory." I whispered to myself. My mate was already at the altar waiting for my arrival. He was going to be torn into two once he discovered my body. I did not want him to return back to the way he was before we met.
For the first time in forever, I dreaded sleep. I did not want to close my eyes neither did I want to enjoy the luxury of a long slumber. I just wanted to be dressed in my white floating wedding dress.
"If wishes were horses, beggars will ride." It was laughable to think of such a saying in my current state. I wanted to wish upon any star and plead for a second shot at life.
Dola had accepted her fate and was probably waiting for me to join her at the other side. I was already tired and my strength gone. I could not fight what was coming.
Maybe Dola was right. This had to be a bad dream. All I needed to do was close my eyes and open them again. It was as simple as that.
The pain made it difficult for me to keep my eyes open. I could feel the darkness finally consume me whole but this time around, I did not fight it. I welcomed the relief it brought.
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