I Died on My Order of the Night
On the day I was awarded the highest honor in the vampire world—the Order of the Night—I died.
Three hours after my death,my parents, my brother, and my Consort had just finished celebrating my sister’s Nightfall Commencement.
While my sister Olivia was posting warm, smiling family photos on the vampire social network,I was locked in the basement,dragging my tongue across my phone screen,desperately trying to make a call for help.
The only person who answered was my Consort—Julian.
He said only one thing:
“Bella, stop acting. Olivia’s Nightfall Commencement is important. Stop throwing a tantrum.”
That was the ninety-ninth time they had disappointed me.And the last.
I lay in a pool of blood so dark it was nearly black,my breathing fading into nothing.
They thought I was just sulking somewhere,hiding as usual.
They believed that if they taught me a lesson,I would crawl back obediently, like I always did.
But they didn’t know.
I had never left the house.
I was already dead.