My eyes snapped open to the darkness of my oversized coffin. The air tasted stale, cold. My arm was outstretched across cold sheets, an abandoned pillow.
Jessica.
My fingers grasped at the unlocked latch, the lid lifting to reveal an empty room. I stalked from my resting place, slipping into room after room. The closet was half empty, her shoe collection gone. There was no pink toothbrush or floral shampoo in the bathroom.
Her scent lingered on the couch, clinging to the cold velvet. She’d been crying.
My fangs scraped my lower lip, the venom a sharp sting.
Just last night we sat together on these cushions, discussing our future. She wanted to go back to school, to finish her social work degree.
I wanted it for her too. I couldn’t be the only soul she saved. But I needed time. Time to purchase a sanctuary, to drape it in heavy darkness.
Tension and obsession threaded through my body, tightening in a way I hadn’t felt since I prowled the streets, protecting chosen prey from other stalkers of the night.
The Frenchpress I bought her was missing from the granite countertop, replaced by a string of rubies I’d draped around her neck.
I grabbed the offending jewelry, ignoring how her perfume clung to each gem. I had given her everything, and this was her repayment?
My grip tightened until the necklace snapped. If she thought this would get rid of me, then she’s dead wrong.
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