Continuation from His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse to
His Fated Obsession (Book 2) Chapter 25. My Fate
EVELYN.
He steps back, his heart thundering, and I know he’s going to do something. Will he stab me again? Snap my neck? Or will he be more inventive this time, make it more painful, slower, really go for the heart by ripping it from my chest?
A soul can only break so many times before it is irreparable. Peering up at him, it makes me wonder what his next move will be.
Is someone hiding out here? His loyal friend wasn’t there when we left the gathering.
I can see the raw guilt and regret in his eyes, but are those feelings genuine? Or just a mask to hide his true intentions. I’m telling myself they are, because it is all I have.
Ever since he returned from talking to the she-vampire, I knew he had a plan… he is going to side with them as he does every time. He’ll turn his back on me, throw me away like every other time.
He will become their king and he will have no remorse for me…
His hands cup my face and my heart squeezes, pounding violently in my ears.
Why does it hurt more than ever? Just once I want to know what it’s like to be wanted, to be loved, and not seen as the monster, the burden and the one responsible for the destruction of a never-ending cycle of heartbreak.
However, the more I think of his intentions, the more his betrayal hurts, and writhes through me like an infection, as I crave what I’ve never wanted before.
The feelings I feel for him are foreign, and for once, I wish for my normal sadistic nature, the uncaring, dark version.
Is it because this time he treated me with some care? That he showed me some level of love?
I’m not sure, but my heart is breaking knowing that even Zedkiel doesn’t want me. That he’ll never want me. He just wants her back.
For the first time, Zerachiel’s counterpart is showing me some love, something that I couldn’t ever imagine.
Unlike them, I hold memories of our past lives, even if they are blessed with no memory of me or the pain. I’m the one who has to relive it every time.
He still looks the same, he always does, maybe sometimes he has dreads, or locs, the last time he had even dyed his hair… but it’s always him. Always the same man…. just a little more broken each time we meet, but for the first time, those golden-green eyes are showing me a version of him that I have always yearned for.
But I am struggling to understand why he is giving up on me? I’ve tried to behave. He’s shown tenderness, instead of blatant hate, and showed love instead of vengeance.
I can’t bring myself to hate him for what he’s about to do and I find myself speaking words I haven’t spoken or meant in such a long time.
“I love you.” I whisper, unable to stop myself from showing the vulnerability I am feeling as the darkness inside of me begins to rise.
I’m fighting it, because I don’t want to disappoint him, but for what?
He will betray me…
He always does….
Yet, I want to hear those words too…
Need to hear them at least once…
“I love you too.” He says softly, making my eyes widen in shock. I scan his eyes, trying to understand him. His eyes are full of such intense emotions and, for the first time, I feel weak.
No, it’s not the type of love I want, but it is real. It’s there in some form. I blink up at him, my mind replaying his words on repeat. He said he loves me.
‘‘Listen to me, I want you to listen to me until the end, ok?” He says quietly. His deep voice is like a pleasant hum in my ear, his touch sending soft tingles of pleasure through me. I’m going to miss him.
Miss his touch.
A crack of thunder fills the air outside as the rain begins to pour down, hitting the cracked stone, and spraying us with splatters of cold water as we simply stand here, staring at one another.
‘‘Ok.” I murmur.
“I promise that I will always protect you, no matter what happens. It’s not goodbye until all hope is lost. I’m going to break this curse, for you, and for Evangeline.”
My heart thumps as he says that, and I feel an icy wave of dread wash over me and my heart twists painfully in my chest, yet I can’t bring myself to be mad at his words.
‘‘You will always choose her and that’s ok… I’m used to it.” I whisper, looking away from him when he grips my chin, tilting my face up and forcing me to look at him.
He shakes his head, his thumb brushing across my lips gently, and his eyes soften.
“No, if I have the choice, I will always choose the both of you before myself.” He murmurs.
My eyes prickle oddly, but I refuse to give in to that emotion. His words, as much as I long to believe him, history always repeats, and I am never chosen, never loved or missed, but hearing those words, it’s almost like he truly means them. I am delusional.
No, you won’t Zedkiel. You will always choose Evangeline.
I simply nod, knowing he is struggling. If I can make it better for him, then why not? We both don’t need to suffer.
‘‘Shall we keep going?” I ask, looking into the darkness ahead as I pull out of his hold.
He doesn’t move and I look at him sharply.
‘‘I need to go to the realm of the gods to get the answers and find a solution to breaking this curse upon us.” He says suddenly,
Evangeline! If he goes, she’ll be there!
My heart thumps as I feel the darkness inside of me flare up inside of me, threatening to take over and I can’t help the coldness of my tone when I answer.
“And why are you telling me?” I ask icily. My eyes flicker black as he reaches for me, but I step away.
‘‘Because I need your help.” He says, making me pause. He wants my help?
“With what?”
I don’t want her back! Surely, he doesn’t expect me to help him get her back! He doesn’t know she’s there, but if he goes, then he’ll know, and they’ll be together again!
And me? I’ll be alone once again…
‘‘What are you doing?” Ziahra’s voice comes, and I turn sharply seeing her, Kash and another silent Vampire step out from inside of the temple.
This place holds power, I can feel it. The evil that resides here is vast, but there is also more. An ancient magic that makes me uneasy.
It’s potent, making unease settle in my bones and the hollow of my stomach open to an even vaster void.
“I’m doing the right thing.” Zedkiel says, his eyes hardening.
“I can’t betray her.” He snarls, looking at them. “I can’t.”