One last glance at him, one last glance at the penthouse suite, and then I was a minuscule creature below the grand marble arch entrance of the penthouse suite; the residence of the wealthy in the suburbs. Then I took a few steps further to the boulevard ahead of me. I dared not turn back for I might just change my mind and run back to his suite; knocking like crazy on his door, begging him to let me in. The breeze became more volatile the further I left the boulevard. I walked towards the coastline. Sand made its way into my ballet flats, causing my skin to feel its rough friction against my flats, but I was too determined to be distracted by it. Then I walked towards the rising tide. I saw waves; its crests subtle and light in movement. Now, at the edge of land and sea, the sun had yet to shine and the moon yet to fade away. I felt that I was here; I knew I was here; I could feel my joy and my sorrow; everything and nothing flashed before me. I brushed the flapping shawl away from my chest and touched the icy cold moonstone at my neck. I felt the weight of the world in a tiny moonstone; a stone which had been with me throughout my life, dangling in front of me like a sacred pendant. Gazing at the stone, I knew I could no longer keep it. That time had passed. I wanted to move on, and the stone reminded me of all that was; the pain, the joy, the sorrow.
Cursing the dark, I decided to step out and find someone who could tell me what was going on. To my utter surprise, I realized I was in a hospital. ----------- “Don’t touch me, you freak. Nothing is happening to me. I am fine, I feel fine, and I am going to my room to rest,” I yelled and I started to reach out for the door-knob but I just couldn’t. I tried again, but my hand just passed through it. How? “What is happening to me?” I shouted, instantly freaking out. I tried catching it again but I could not touch it. I pushed the door but instead of pushing it, I passed through it and fell on the floor. He was immediately beside me, trying to help. Scared to death, I pushed him away and started to crawl backwards, hoping to get away from the scary man and also hoping to find something to rest my back on, but instead of finding something, I crossed the bars of a bed and was now almost in a drawer…I stood up shrieking and started to run everywhere in a haphazard manner when suddenly my eyes fell on a still figure on a hospital bed. Lying there was a lump of a woman. She was in the worst state possible, bruised everywhere and had a huge bandage on her head. Tubes stuck out from every orifice. She was breathing off a life support system… She was barely alive. She was me. ----------- A wonderful story of how the spirits of a guy and a girl met in hospital during an out-of-body experience.
"What is wrong with it?" The vemon points at me in disdain, his words usage causing me to narrow my eyes at him in a dark way. He did not just call Hrudra the cold beast it. "It is very drugged up." I spat with venom, his eyes sparkling in curiosity at the disobedience while someone hit me from behind. My legs broke underneath me as I hit the ground harder than I expected, the drugs causing my Valkyrie strength to waiver. The damned drugs and my lose tongue we're gonna be the death of me. Though that wouldn't be the first time I thought of that or heard that. Many people said that I'd be my own demise and, to be honest. I wouldn't mind that one single bit. My knees burning, I glared back at the vampire woman who sneered down at me with disgust and daring me to get back up. Somehow, she knew I'd do something about her hitting me though I wasn't sure how. For a vampire, she was beautiful but I already hated her for several reasons. One, she's a vampire. Two, she kicked me. Three, I don't like her boots. "It will kill you first, bitch." I hiss, her foot slamming into my face and forcing me into the ground. With blood dripping from my lip, I pushed off the ground and launched myself towards the vampire woman. The drugs may have a hold onto my Valkyrie strength and speed, but it sure as hell doesn't hold on to my anger and fury. Even in my weakened state, I could still land a few good hits. Her shocked shriek alerted the others but the vemon barked them to stay out of it. Not saying thank you, but I love the fact that this vemon will allow me to strangle his vampire in front of everyone. We tumbled to the ground as I landed my fist into her jaw, slipping a knife from my boot and slicing her hair off. Her horrified scream caused many sirens and humans to flinch in fear from our fight. The vampire's eyes blazing atop of me when I tilted my head at her and grinned wickedly. "What are you...?" She snarls, her claws sinking into my forearms while I shrugged and tossed the knife in my other hand. Her eyes flipped to my other hand that held the knife, her eyes widening in realization when I felt my eyes shine silver for a split second even through the drugs. "It is your demise. Do not fret, love. You'll find a nice hole in hell and I will be your neighbor." I inform her before ramming the knife into her head, knowing she'd revive without me decapitating her. 〰〰〰 This is book four of the Power series and by far my favorite book to have written for the series. You don't need to read the first three books to understand this book. Hope you enjoy the book and series!
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