Noah Noah's mind had become a twisted labyrinth, a maelstrom of obsession and delusion. The light in the cellar flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating Almara's pained expression. He hated seeing her like this. Perhaps he should have just ordered the C-section.Noah had lost track of time, consumed by his manic pursuit of claiming the love of his life. His once well-kempt appearance had given way to wild, unkempt hair and sunken, bloodshot eyes. He had barely eaten or slept, sustained only by the fire of his obsession.He could no longer hear that voice in his head. The one that told him something was wrong. It had been gone for days now. Noah
ArthurArthur slammed the journal down onto Noah’s desk. Despite all the information in there, there hadn’t been mention of where he was keeping Almara. Arthur hadn’t really expected that to be in the journal since he was pretty sure it was a type of torture, but the hope had been there all the same.Perhaps it had been foolish, but Arthur just couldn’t help it. He missed Almara so much and he was desperate to find her. He needed her and the baby home and safe. Foolish hope was all that he had left.A sound by the window had his head snapping toward it. It ha
AlmaraWhen the door swung open, the last thing I had expected to see was Noah's sinister grin glinting in the dim light as he dragged in Arthur's limp body, the life draining from his face. I could hardly recognize my husband in that state.A strong contraction had me doubling over and I lost the ability to speak for a few moments. After it passed, I could only stare in horror as Noah brought Arthur's unconscious form to the foot of the bed."Noah, what have you done?" I choked out, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. Throughout all of his talks, he had never menti
Arthur had been unconscious for what felt like an eternity. His breaths were shallow, and his skin never regained an ounce of color. I was starting to wonder if he would ever wake up. Maybe Noah had messed up the change somehow.His body lay still, a fragile vessel suspended between life and death. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the beeping of the machines. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, my heart heavy with despair.The nurse had come and gone, but I had barely acknowledged her presence. How could I when the love of my life was slumped over and chained to the wall? How could I focus on anything when everything had been ripped
ArthurThe dim light flickered, casting long, eerie shadows on the cold, stone walls. The air was heavy with the scent of dampness and decay. Arthur writhed against the unforgiving chains that bound him.His skin felt like molten lava, every nerve ending tingling with an insatiable hunger. He was consumed by an unrelenting need, a primal desire coursing through his veins.He couldn't remember his name, couldn't recall the faces of loved ones, if there were any. All that existed in his consciousness was an overwhelming need for sustenance. His stomach gnawed at him, aching with a hun
Almara POV Our brief moment of bliss comes to an end as we hear Noah and the nurse descend down the stairs. I can only hope that Arthur clings to this moment of clarity and remains strong. I instinctively nuzzle Grace closer to my chest as Arthur retreats further against the wall. I breathe in her scent and hold on to her smell like a lifeline. Grace begins to cry harder as Noah’s footsteps come closer. I try ease her stress, realizing that I no longer have any fear of my own wellbeing. “What did I tell you?” It was a rhetorical question from the nurse with a twinge of panic. She quickly turns to Arthur who is in close step behind her. “I told her to wait, that you would want to be present.” “I couldn’twait.” I remark trying to keep the bite out of my voice. “Grace Elizabeth was ready to come out.” Just saying her name softens my tone, and fills me with even more protective rage. Arthur moves pass the nurse, ignoring her as his crimson eyes settle on my baby like a prized possess
Almara’s POVA blood curling scream rings in all our ears. It takes me a moment to realize it’s not me and recognize the voice belonging to the nurse. Startled by the loud noise, Arthur pulls his opened mouth away from Grace. For a moment no one else moves, that is until Grace begins to cry again.Annoyed by the symphony of cries, Noah lets out an aggravated grunt. “What the hell is that?” He shoots me an accusatory glance and I shrug with wide-eyed confusion. Noah carelessly puts Grace in Arthurs lap and his lack of care has me seething.As he begins to stomp away his heavy footsteps echo off the high walls.“Sire, wait. Please” Arthur beckons. Noah quickly turns around.“What?” He demands with impatience gnawing in his tone.“Would my sire be willing to remove my chains so I may feast on this decadent meal?” Arthur asks while licking his lips and I can’t help but wonder if this is really is all an act.A sly smile crosses Noah’s face. “I suppose it would shut the little darling up.”
Almara’s POV I sit motionless for a moment, waiting for Arthur to tell me he’s joking or that he has some other idea that doesn’t involve him leaving. I absent-mindedly stroke Grace’s hair. “Go.” Arthur commands. I expect to feel a sharp pain in my heart at his cold tone, but instead all that spreads throughout my body is this dead weight numbness. I somehow manage getting to my feet. Though my heart still feels numb, a dull throbbing