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 me.

ok?” He says quietly. His deep voice is like a

going to

Miss his touch.

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

“Ok.” I murmur.

goodbye until all hope is lost. I’m going to break this

icy wave of dread wash over me and

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

across my

choose

that emotion. His words, as much as I long to believe him, history always repeats, and I am never

I am delusional.

you won’t Zedkiel. You will always choose

knowing he is struggling. If I can make

don’t both need

into the darkness ahead as I pull out of his

I look at

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

says

If he goes, she’ll be there!

threatening to take over and I can’t help the coldness of my tone

My eyes flicker black as he reaches for me,

need your help.” He says, making

wants my

“With what?”

doesn’t expect me to help him get her back!

doesn’t know she’s there, but if he goes, then

And me?

alone

comes, and I turn sharply seeing her, Kash and another silent

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

settle in my bones and the hollow of my stomach open to

the right thing.” Zedkiel says,

snarls, looking at them.

26. A Little White Lie

EVELYN.

and I don’t know what to do. I can easily

the truth, or

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

Trust him?

time, he will cast me

used to be my world

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M

LIFETIME NINE

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

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

to get back up, whilst I roll onto my back and lay there staring at the snow falling down. The snowflakes glitter as they

her tongue poking out from between her red lips, as she tries to

she smiles at me.

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

falls around her angelic face like a cascading waterfall, we are identical in every way, except for the scratch across her freckled nose, from us playing

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

looking at the sky that is almost as white as the snow, the clouds heavy as the snow continues to

Ah, so pretty!

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 from her, eating

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

shakes her head, the snow falling from my hair.

to my

she wipes the snow off my face before leaning forward and

silly.” She coos. “There’s your

brightly at me.