My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 246 Darkness

Third Person POV

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hatred; they were filled with anger. They were filled with darkness. It was those memories and that hatred that filled the tears she cried while staring up at the moonlight. They were tears that were filled with so much darkness that it was enough to summon the darkest of demons. As she cried and stared the moon through her window, she hummed the soft tune her mother used to sing to her as a child. A tune that stuck with her for all of her life; it was the same time that she hummed the night she summoned him for the first time by accident. “It got cold in here…” the words of that young warrior broke through her thoughts. He was wrapping his arms around his body and shivering, he stared wide–eyed at Jazzy

waist and pulled her into him; she allowed him to do it. She wanted him to have a little taste of what he was missing, and she wanted it as well. He was rather good–looking, and she liked his innocence. Douglas had broken his kiss from her mouth and ran his lips and tongue

But she didn’t stop kissing him, nor did he stop kissing her. She felt the warm pool of blood, dripping down her forearm and soaking to the ground around their feet. He gasped again as pain seared him and her fingers dug deeper into him. His shirt was completely red and soaked with his blood. His entire body stilled as she pulled her lips away from his and stared up at his terrified and hollow eyes. He was completely frozen, unable to move a single muscle. Her fingers dug even deeper, eager to get to their destination. He only let out a squeak of pain, but nothing more. Soon, her hand was wrapping around that beating musical heart that she’d come to love so much. It continued to beat in her grip. His entire body began to tremble violently as horror and realization of what was happening surfaced in his mind. He didn’t have much longer to think though, because soon she was ripping her hand out of his chest. He stared down at her hand, only a couple of seconds of life left in him. The last thing he saw before meeting his fatal end, was the rest his beating heart, still beating, and out separate from his body. He first fell to his knees, covering of his body in blood, and then he fell face–first to the ground. Dying. A smile gleamed on her lips as she turned to the cauldron; she could already see the darkness luring around it, eager to be set free. She smiled at it; welcoming it back to the land of the living. She had missed it and longed to see it again. Jazzy watched as this darkness slithered out of the cauldron, taking the form of the familiar snake that had

teeth at the heart and then hissed as it opened its mouth wide, taking in every drop of blood offered. Then, Jazzy dropped to the still heart to the ground and watched as the snake devoured it whole. Soon, the snake was bowing its head