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Eight: Rayne
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2024-10-29 19:42:56My head was pounding so hard and I struggled to open my eyes. My body was in great pain and I tried keeping my eyes closed for a while, hoping that I would end up falling asleep again, but I failed. My body terribly wanted me to stay awake as if it enjoyed torturing me. I wanted to escape from the cruel reality I was stuck in. I was scared of facing whatever life had for me. I was not ready to face Eleanor or Adrian or their torture. I just wanted to have a peaceful life. A life where I am not tortured. Was that so much to ask for?
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Rayne was broken. I unintentionally participated in the process of breaking her without noticing. I should have been more careful with my words with Eleanor. She would not have acted the way she did if I had wisely chosen my words. I did not understand why on earth she hated Rayne that much. I had a feeling that there was another reason beside Rayne being a 'forbidden creature'. As much as I used to trust Eleanor, I had always wished that I could be able to read her mind, but she was a witch and she knew how to protect her thoughts from any vampire who could read minds. She had always had that protection spell on to prevent vampires from having any effect on her.
Rayne Ten: Rayne
My head was rested on the window of the witches’ private jet. Ironically, my first time on a plane was because of my being taken to my death; a prisoner to be executed. I looked down at the heavy cuffs that kept my hands together and I sighed; the cuffs were so heavy and tight; they were hurting my wrists. Why did they keep me cuffed on the plane? Was I going to run away or something while we were more than five thousand feet above the ground?
Rayne Eleven: Adrian
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Rayne Twelve: Rayne
It was Friday morning which marked my fourth day since I got locked in that cold cell. I was allowed to go to the bathroom four times a day and also to move my legs a bit since I was chained. I have not tasted any kind of food ever since I was brought here and my body was getting weaker. It became a hassle for me to stand up without feeling dizzy for the first few moments. Rose tried to get me to eat, but she failed. I just wanted to die, I wanted to end all of this.
Rayne Thirteen: Adrian
After arriving on Friday in the afternoon and spending the whole evening negotiating Rayne's situation with the Supreme Court, I was quite exhausted and my body wanted to do nothing but sleep. Even though my mind was full of rapid thoughts about Rayne, I had to answer the needs of my body; If I wanted to be focused tomorrow, I knew rest would be a must.
Rayne Fourteen: Adrian
I was ready in less than thirty minutes; I was dressed, all packed, and ready to leave. I rushed to the room where Rayne was and I saw two men putting her carefully on the stretcher. There was an oxygen mask on her face and her eyes were closed, her eyelids were slightly red, showing how exhausted she was. I took a look at her chest and saw it rising and falling steadily; never had I ever imagined that the movement of one's chest could be the thing that held me back from breaking down.
Rayne Fifteen: Rayne
A ray of sunlight penetrated the glass window, making its way through the curtains, straight to my face causing me to squeeze my eyes gently then slowly open them, only to find myself in a white room. Again, I was hospitalized. I was fed up with being hospitalized. I carefully reached for the mask on my face and removed it, trying to see if I could breathe on my own or not. Luckily, I could breathe; however, I found a bit of difficulty, as if I was wearing a tight bra that made me feel like there was a stone on my chest. I slowly returned the mask on my face, so I could normally breathe.
Rayne Sixteen: Rayne
It had been two days since I was finally able to go to my normal room. I was still on Adrian's floor, which was something I was definitely grateful for. Something about this floor made me safe or perhaps... the fact that I was close to him made me safe. I was safer than I had ever been in my whole life when he held me in his arms while the witches were trying to cure me. I did not know if he noticed or not, but he kept whispering soothing w
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AdrianWhen I look at the soldiers around me, I fail to find any ounce of fear. Men and women look bold and dauntless; they’re ready to tear apart any creature who may represent an obstacle in front of the safety of their loved ones. In their hearts, there may be traces of fear, but when my eyes fall on them, I only see a kind of bravery that is quite unprecedented to me. They know that by coming here, there’s a huge chance that they may not go back home.
Rayne Epilogue
My eyes have not dried yet. I cry day and night. I cry for the loss of my best friend, I cry for Roland who lost his other half, I cry for Adrian who lost his best friend and his sister. My heart is burning and I do not know how to cool it down. I go to her room every day, hoping that I can find her, but she is not there. Olivia is no longer here. I still remember the look in her eyes when Eleanor ripped her heart out. I remember how she defended me till her last breath and for that, I really hate myself. Had it not been for me, she would have been alive.
Rayne Sixty-three: Rayne
My heart is beating fast, I'm scared. I just want to run to the battlefield and check on Adrian. I'm tired of that feeling in my heart, something I cannot describe. It is a feeling that makes me overthink, a feeling that exhausts my mind and steals my energy away from me; it's a wave of worry and a tornado of stress. It seems that my eyes forgot how it feels to be dry because they are always filled with tears; I'm drowning in my rivers of tears. My heart is screaming in agony and my head is throbbing. I can't take it, I just can't. What do I call this feeling? It exceeds the normal pain. I think all
Rayne Sixty-two: Adrian
"I will return, I will find my way back to you. I will never leave you alone," I whisper as Rayne wraps her arms tightly around me. We are in front of the front door inside the house, Roland is hugging Olivia while Rayne is in my embrace. "Goo-,"
Rayne Sixty-one: Rayne
War. War is something dreadful. Lethal. Brutal. War takes from people their loved ones, it may destroy the whole world. War has many consequences and I wish I can pull away everyone I love from this cruel battle. I wish I can lock them away in a safe place and never let them out until it's all over, but I can't do that. My fiancé, my everything, the man I love the most is doing whatever it takes him to ensure my safety... If only he knows that all I care about is him now.
Rayne Sixty: Rayne
I looked out of the window of Adrian's study and saw Roland and Olivia sitting in the garden. They looked so cute together and I truly wished them an eternity of happiness because they both deserved to be happy. Roland was playing with her long blonde hair with one hand while she held his other hand in hers as she talked to him about something I definitely could not hear from where I was.
Rayne Fifty-nine: Adrian
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Rayne Fifty-eight: Adrian
"No! You're not going alone! I won't let you go alone!" Rayne exclaimed as she followed me around the suite while I packed my bag.
Rayne Fifty-seven: Rayne
Adrian fulfilled his promise. I did sleep in our bed that night. Neither Tyler nor Eleanor was able to take me away from the people I loved. My mind failed to comprehend the disaster the world was about to encounter. Was I the reason behind that? Would it have been better if I was dead? I kept thinking and my mind settled on only one conclusion: if Adrian did not find me then I would have probably been dead from being tortured 24/7 then Eleanor would not have gone crazy and everything would have been the way it had always been.
