Chapter1
1070 Words
Ava's pov
My eyes pried open, and as I blinked around the unfamiliar scenery I stood to my feet in a tired state, my limb felt heavy. My eyes moved around in apprehension, there seemed to be a flame within me, burning each time I felt stronger, a testament to an unfamiliar spirit. I sucked in a mouthful of the breath and exhaled in a shaky breath but it did nothing to uproot the sense of displacement situated deep within my heart.
I was supposed to be dead, I had remembered dying but here I was feeling healthier than I had ever been, was this how death was supposed to feel like?
I needed a grasp of reality, I rushed to the mirror, and a reflection that wasn't mine greeted me. I touched the face, caressing the slender face– my once round eyes were not almond-shaped, and my lips were plump, not thin like they once used to I was different.
I couldn't believe it, I had escaped death just to return in another form, was this some sort of afterlife?
Then my memories came back in a rush, making me gasp.
I poked around with worry, fearing that my boyfriend was near, I gazed around the dark alley making sure I hadn't been watched.
Confirming I was alone, I released a breath of relief.
"My phone," I muttered quietly, looking around for it. My search came with no results. There was no phone, no proof of existence, I was even missing my pair of shoes, and my clothes were dirty, leaving me looking homeless-I was homeless, for now.
I tried to navigate my way through the dark tunnel when something prickled down my forehead from where I had hit my head.
I raised my hand and touched it just to be met with blood"Just great"
The bullet wound!
I had been shot if I could remember clearly, I dragged the hem of my gown up, trying not to get it bloodied, I felt my stomach looking for a gun wound, but was greeted by scarred skin, scars that weren't mine.
I had a question, I needed to remember what brought me here but the blood dripping from my forehead had increased making me dizzy.
I took light steps, I didn't want to pass out in this strange alley. Even though I was not sure what happened, I needed to get out of there.
Just as I made my way out of the alley, my vision blurred, my feet wobbled before I felt an arm around me, I looked up looking at the blurred face of a man.
I hope I didn't just give up my second chance at life, I thought- let the darkness welcome me into its embrace.
I pried my eye open for the second time today, the room I was in was effectively large, I touched my forehead noticing my injury had been treated.
I hastily swept my eyes across the room and finally, it rested on the young man who had a frown marred on his face, my face creased into a frown, what peed in his peas?
I chuckled-peed, peas. I still had my humor
"You're awake." He said
I raised a brow "What do you think?"
"I don't know, I wasn't the one who fainted" he tipped his lips up. "How are you feeling?"
"As I got hit by a truck" I groaned. Just what was I doing holding a conversation with this man? He could as well be a kidnapper.
"I could leave here whenever I want right?"
"What do you think?" He smiled, his canine showing. Was....he a vampire?
I glared at him "I hope you didn't bring me here to satisfy your blood taste?"
"Blood taste?" He burst out laughing "You sure talk a lot for someone who just lost a lot of blood"
I looked at his features like stared– I never knew perfection could look this good, his eyes.
Oh, moon goddess!
It was red and captivating, making me forget the questions wreaking havoc within me.
"Hello?" he called making me snap out of my head "How did you get to that alley?"
He seemed normal, well apart from his red orbs so I relaxed a bit.
"I have no idea, I woke up there" I diverted my gaze
"You sure have a thing for fainting in an unknown place" he laughed, trying to lighten the mood he must have felt had gone sour.
If only he knew, how this body wasn't mine.
"What's your name?" He questioned.
"Who's asking?" I retorted harshly, the memories came flooding back, how badly I had been deceived and killed even, werewolf were wicked-they were heartless pieces of s**t.
"Slow down, wildfire. I am Lesbron"
"Like Lebron James?"
"You are not funny" A frown painted his face, and I burst out laughing.
"You just have bad taste in humor" I shrugged.
"I should have honestly left you to die, maybe I wouldn't have to tolerate your bad jokes" he muttered.
Way to shut a lady up.
"Cat got your tongue?" He smiled
"Very funny, asshole" he busted out in laughter.
I realized I was the same person just a with different body.
"Do people's spirits go to live in another body, does that happen?" I asked, I needed to get something off my chest to make sure I wasn't going crazy.
"Another joke?" He raised a brow in question.
"I wish" I muttered, getting up. My sight blurred and I wobbled again
"Careful there, I do not want you hitting your head on something and painting my floor with your blood," Lebron said, attempting to steady me.
"Do not touch me"
Of all things, I said that?
"You are not exactly clean, airhead" he put his hands into his pockets retreating to where he sat.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I am not in the best state right now," I said apologetically. He did save my life, and for that I was grateful.
"We are strangers, you don't have to be sorry I should be used to your strange behavior by now"
"Where is this place?" I asked, trying to figure out how long it would take to get back home.
Home? Did I still have that?
"Westburg, love"
Holy mother of witches!
My eyes widened in shock, I am in a freaking city filled with humans.
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