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

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

going to miss

Miss his touch.

to pour down, hitting the cracked stone, and spraying us with splatters of

“Ok.” I murmur.

happens. It’s not goodbye until all hope is lost. I’m going to break this

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

and that’s ok… I’m used to it.” I whisper, looking away from him when he grips my chin, tilting

shakes his head, his thumb brushing across my lips

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

I long to believe him, history always repeats, and I am never chosen, never loved or missed, but hearing those words, it’s almost like he truly

I am delusional.

You will

struggling. If I can make it better for him, then

don’t both need to

keep going?” I ask, looking into the darkness ahead as I pull out of his

doesn’t move and I

the gods to get the answers and find a solution to breaking this

says

goes,

me flare up inside of me, threatening to take over and

you telling me?” I ask icily. My eyes flicker black as he reaches for me, but I step

He says, making

wants my

“With what?”

expect me to

but if he goes, then he’ll know, and

And me?

be alone once again…

sharply seeing her, Kash and

feel it. The evil that resides here is vast, but there is also more. An

the hollow of my stomach open to an even vaster void.

doing the right thing.” Zedkiel

He snarls, looking

26. A Little White Lie

EVELYN.

and I don’t know what to do. I can easily unleash my wrath upon them

tell me the truth, or is he just

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

Trust him?

When I know every single time, he will cast me aside for

who used to be my

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M

LIFETIME NINE YEARS

as my hand taps her shoulder. “You’re it! You’re it!” I giggle as I spin around, my white dress tangling around my legs, and I grab two fistfuls of it as I rush

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 it.

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,

angels, her tongue poking out from between her red lips, as she tries to catch the snowflakes. I chuckle and her eyes

smiles at me.

giggles. I open my mouth, trying to catch one

like a cascading waterfall, we are identical in every way, except for the scratch across her

and I know she is about to do something when her hand reaches out and taps my shoulder. “Ha! You’re it, you’re it! Can’t catch me!” She taunts playfully, rolling

that is almost as white as the snow, the clouds heavy

Ah, so pretty!

for me to get up and

She scolds, sitting up, and she scurries closer to me as I puff out the snow in her face. She grabs a handful, smearing

shakes her head,

surely up to

chuckles as she kneels beside me and bunches up her lace dress, she wipes the snow off my face before leaning forward and pecking my nose.

“There’s your beautiful

brightly at me.