Third Person POV
She put her hands out in surrender, hoping to placate the flame that regarded her so callously.
“Please just leave me alone” Rosalie begged; her voice almost hysterical in her panic “I haven’t done anything to you" she whispered, a lump in her throat.
Would the flame understand her?
The flame went faster, cutting off her oxygen, and sending her to her knees as she clutched at her chest in pain. She tried to suck in the air, her eyes almost bulging out of her face. The flame was ruthless, creating a tornado effect around her as she felt her life force beginning to drain away. It was too damn difficult to breathe and she could feel herself beginning to give up all hope.
She was going to die, thought Rosalie numbly. The flame was going to suffocate her and she was goin
