PHOEBE
She laughed again, cruelly, at his pitiful attempts to make her stop. ”I will stop reminding you of your mother’s wishes when you stop lying to yourself.” she hissed between her teeth. A cruel grin curved her lips as she looked at him from the side, her laugh turning to a low chuckle. ”You are exactly like your father. It is your way, your reality, or nothing at all. Anything that contradicts it you try to snuff out, including me.” she said, a growl escaping her lips before once again biting down on his flesh, this time near his jaw. She ripped her head to the side, tugging viciously against him as her mouth once more filled with the coppery liquid.
And then, in an instant, she was off of him. She used the pain of the bite as a distraction, darting for the door and out towards the flower, running as fast as she could to reach it, fighting against the ice and snow in hopes of destroying the abomination before Jata caught her again.
And then, in an instant, she was off of him. She used the pain of the bite as a distraction, darting for the door and out towards the flower, running as fast as she could to reach it, fighting against the ice and snow in hopes of destroying the abomination before Jata caught her again.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
