His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

25. My Fate

EVELYN.

He steps back, his heart thundering, and I know he’s going to do something. Will he stab me again? Snap my neck? Or will he be more inventive this time, make it more painful, slower, really go for the heart by ripping it from my chest?

A soul can only break so many times before it is irreparable. Peering up at him, it makes me wonder what

his next move will be.

Is someone hiding out here? His loyal friend wasn’t there when we left the gathering.

I can see the raw guilt and regret in his eyes, but are those feelings genuine? Or just a mask to hide his

true intentions.

I’m telling myself they are, because it is all I have.

Ever since he returned from talking to the she-vampire, I knew he had a plan… he is going to side with them as he does every time. He’ll turn his back on me, throw me away like every other time.

He will become their king and he will have no remorse for me…

His hands cup my face and my heart squeezes, pounding violently in my ears.

Why does it hurt more than ever? Just once I want to know what it’s like to be wanted, to be loved, and not seen as the monster, the burden and the one responsible for the destruction of a never-ending cycle

of heartbreak.

However, the more I think of his intentions, the more his betrayal hurts, and writhes through me like an infection, as I crave what I’ve never wanted before.

The feelings I feel for him are foreign, and for once, I wish for my normal sadistic nature, the uncaring,

dark version.

Is it because this time he treated me with some care?

That he showed me some level of love?

I’m not sure, but my heart is breaking knowing that even Zedkiel doesn’t want me. That he’ll never want me. He just wants her back.

For the first time, Zerachiel’s counterpart is showing me some love, something that I couldn’t ever imagine.

Unlike them, I hold memories of our past lives, even if they are blessed with no memory of me or the pain. I’m the one who has to relive it every time.

He still looks the same, he always does, maybe sometimes he has dreads, or locs, the last time he had even dyed his hair… but it’s always him. Always the same man…. just a little more broken each time we meet, but for the first time, those golden-green eyes are showing me a version of him that I have always yearned for.

But I am struggling to understand why he is giving up on me? I’ve tried to behave. He’s shown tenderness, instead of blatant hate, and showed love instead of vengeance.

I can’t bring myself to hate him for what he’s about to do and I find myself speaking words I haven’t spoken or meant in such a long time.

“I love you.” I whisper, unable to stop myself from showing the vulnerability I am feeling as the darkness

inside of me begins to rise.

I’m fighting it, because I don’t want to disappoint him, but for what?

He will betray me…

He always does….

Yet, I want to hear those words too…

Need to hear them at least once…

“I love you too.” He says softly, making my eyes widen in shock.

I scan his eyes, trying to understand him.

His eyes are full of such intense emotions and, for the first time, I feel weak.

No, it’s not the type of love I want, but it is real. It’s there in some form. I blink up at him, my mind replaying his words on repeat.

said he loves

to me until the end, ok?” He says quietly. His deep voice is like a pleasant hum in

going to miss him.

Miss his touch.

outside as the rain begins to pour down, hitting the cracked stone, and spraying us with splatters of cold water as we simply stand here, staring at one another.

“Ok.” I murmur.

will always protect you, no matter what happens. It’s not goodbye until all hope is lost. I’m going to

and I feel an icy wave of dread wash over me and my heart twists painfully in my chest, yet I can’t bring

whisper, looking away from him when he grips my chin, tilting my face

brushing across my lips gently, and his eyes soften.

if I have the choice, I will always choose the both of you before myself.”

as much as I long to believe him, history always repeats, and I

I am delusional.

Zedkiel. You will always choose Evangeline.

If I can make it better for him, then why

need

the darkness ahead as I pull

I

to go to the realm of the gods to get the answers and find a solution to breaking

He says suddenly,

goes,

up inside of me, threatening to take over and I can’t help the coldness of my tone when I answer.

My eyes flicker

need your help.” He

my help?

“With what?”

want her back! Surely, he doesn’t expect me to help

know she’s there, but if he goes, then he’ll know, and they’ll be together

And me?

be alone once again…

doing?” Ziahra’s voice comes, and I turn sharply seeing her, Kash and another silent Vampire step out from inside of the

here is vast, but there is also more. An ancient magic that makes me

bones and the hollow of my stomach open to an even

thing.” Zedkiel says, his

can’t betray her.” He snarls, looking at them. “I can’t.”

26. A Little White Lie

EVELYN.

to do. I can easily unleash my wrath upon

me the truth, or is

and we won’t keep getting chances to right the wrongs of our past. I need you to trust me, Evelyn. I don’t want to hurt you; you have to know that.” There’s an urgency in his voice as he pleads with me, cupping my face in his huge warm hands. “Will you trust

Trust him?

every single time, he will cast

to be my world became my greatest

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M

FIRST LIFETIME NINE YEARS

You’re it!” I giggle as I spin around, my white dress tangling around my legs, and I grab two fistfuls

Wait for me, it’s so hard to run in the snow!” Evangeline giggles, as we plough through the powdery snow before we both tumble over our white dresses, falling face-first into

she tries to get back up, whilst I roll onto my back and lay there staring at the snow falling down. The snowflakes glitter as they rain down around us, and I hold my hand out trying

head I spot Evangeline making snow angels, her tongue poking out from between her red lips, as she tries to catch

as she smiles

to know what they taste like.” She giggles. I open my mouth, trying to catch one and giggle when I feel the iciness touch my

her side. Her raven dark hair falls around her angelic face like a cascading waterfall, we are identical in every way, except for the scratch across

is about to do something when her hand reaches out and taps my shoulder. “Ha! You’re it, you’re it! Can’t

as the snow, the clouds heavy as the snow

Ah, so pretty!

on Evie, let’s play, I got you!” She shouts, and I turn my head. She pouts, waiting for me to get up and I shriek in excitement as I try to roll away

face. She grabs a handful, smearing it down my face, and I laugh excitedly, trying to brush

too, and shakes her head, the snow falling

surely up to my

beside me and bunches up her lace dress, she wipes the snow off my face before leaning

silly.” She coos. “There’s

brightly at me.