Tangled

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The sound of water dripping is the first thing to break through the darkness of my mind.

Plink.

Plink–plink.

Plink.

It’s an erratic rhythm that leaves me uncomfortable.

The voices come next, soft, sibilant whispers. Evil. Whoever they are, they’d be the villains in any story.

Eventually, I realize the darkness is really just pain. Pain that throbs and aches in half my face. But why?

Vampires.

That’s why.

My eyes fly open when I finally remember, and I struggle to sit up, blinking into the darkness.

I can’t see anything.

Are my eyes open?

My hands won’t reach my face, yanking against

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something cold and hard around my wrists.

Manacles?

Swiping my hands around, I can feel the heavy, rusted chains holding me down, bolted to the floor.

Fuck.

This is…

Really not good.

Ava. Is Ava here?

but

that erratic plink, plink–plink of something dripping.

voices are gone.

Plink.

Plink–plink.

Plink.

a mania of isolation and fear. I try to move again, the chains rattling

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chest and I scream, the sound

biting into my wrists. Pain sears through my arms, but I don’t

tearing, blood trickling down my forearms. Sobs wrack my body, each one tearing out of my throat.

me. I can barely stand, the shackles forcing me to hunch over. My muscles

Plink. Plink–plink.

Rough stone walls, a small window high above my head. The barest

a cell.

A fucking cell..

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up my throat, escaping in a strangled laugh. I’m chained up in some vampire’s dungeon like a gothic

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Plink–plink–plink.

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rage against the

no magic or super strength hidden deep

Humans are weak and helpless against the supernatural.

I hate this.

Kellan. I’d hated how he was always around. Hated his grim

here to tell

his smugness over this any day

he possibly find me when I don’t

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know where I

let them fall, too tired to

of her fierce determination and unwavering loyalty. She won’t give up on me. She’ll tear this world apart

Can they really go up

I don’t know anything

so fucking scared

Plink.

Plink–plink.

Plink.

driving out every other thought. It’s maddening, the irregularity of it. I want to scream, to beg

focus on the

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me. That Lucas and

the alternative

I imagine his arms around me, his voice in my ear telling me

moment, just a moment, I almost

Plink.

my mind and I

Of how he wasn’t great