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Sophia’s POV

Slowly, my eyelids fluttered opened and I winced. Bright light. Bright burning light. It was too much. A groan escaped my lips as I turned around on the hard floor, my nose twitching at the scent of something metallic. Something liquid. I just rolled into it.

Slowly my eyes came into focus and I realized what it was. Blood. It was blood.

My head began to ache seriously as everything began to rush into me. All the memories. And a gasp escaped from me. I was in my own blood. I was alive, but I was supposed to be dead.

How was I alive? This wasn’t supposed to be possible…I was supposed to be dead. Freya killed me. A light sob escaped my lips as my hand flew to my throat, the place where Freya had decided to slot my throat but it was all closed up. My throat wasn’t torn open. There wasn’t any ugly scar there…it was closed. Smooth. Like she hadn’t cut my throat at all.

I gulped, my hands running through my hair as I sat on the floor. My eyes was still struggling to adjust. Everything was too bright and it burned my eyes. Everything was loud and silent at the same time. And gods, the smell. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of boxes and sweat.

Were there people here? I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t hear anyone. It seemed like I was the only one here.

I couldn’t still comprehend all that was going on here but the only thing I could comprehend was that I was hungry. There was this rumbling in my stomach and pain in my stomach. A terrible hunger that was demanding to be satiated.

I tucked my hair through my ear and ran my hands through my hair then nearly pulling them out of my head. Another issue was that I was having a terrible headache and I couldn’t understand why.

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself up and grabbing onto something for balance. Why wasn’t I dead? Why was I still alive? What was going on? It was very hard to understand.

I walked away from where I was standing, making sure to stay clear of the rays of sunlight that managed to bring light into the dark warehouse.

Where as Freya anyways? If she thought I was dead, then she must have left my body to rot here and gone to meet Ian or gone back to their world after all, she had taken care of me, her competition.

My heart restricted painfully as Ian’s explanation kept rushing back to me. My hands flew to my neck, that spot where he had marked me and I realized it was still there. I had expected those tiny dots to go the same way my throat had closed up but it was still there. I was still his. I didn’t know whether to be angry or not. I didn’t know whether to be relieved by the fact that I was still his.

That was what got me into this trouble in the first place. The fact that he marked me without even asking for my consent. Without even fully knowing me. Who knows how many other people had their eyes on me before Freya even got to me? How many other people had wanted to kill me just because Ian had marked me as his?

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, trying to find the exit. I halted when I heard the shuffle of footsteps. I frowned slightly. So there was someone here? My heart began to race. Was it Freya? Had she come back to make sure I was really dead?

I was about turning around and finding a place to hide in this cramped warehouse when she sound of a beating heart made me stop. A beating heart. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sure I was hearing the correct things. How could I even hear that? How was it possible?

The better option was to go back to my hiding place but I found feet leading me towards the sound of the beating heart, my stomach rumbling bad with each step that brought me closer to that beating heart.

My eyes narrowed as I realized that it was a human. A guy. And he was bleeding.

“Who…who are you?” He asked as soon as he noticed me. He backed away from me slowly.

“I could ask the same,” I answered, taking a step forward. My eyes dropped to his bleeding arm and I gulped. I was hungry. I was barely able to control myself.

“Please don’t hurt me,” He mumbled, his voice shaking. I could hear the fear in them.

“Why would I?” I asked, raising a brow. “Do you know the way out of here?”

He shook his head.

“Why are you here?” I asked. I wondered why he was in here, bleeding.

“Someone brought me here,” he answered, his voice still shaking.

My eyes narrowed in on the blood and I didn’t know when I pounced on him, baring my teeth and them sinking them into his neck. He screamed, the noise piercing my ears but I couldn’t care less. My hunger was finally being satiated. His body jerked and convulsed until he finally went limp and cold in my arms.

I pushed him away from me. The only thing I could think of was more. I wanted more.

I paced around the warehouse, wondering how I would be able to get out of this place because it was seeming nearly impossible.

I wasn’t able to leave the warehouse because each time I tried to get into the sun, my skin burnt and I would almost catch fire. I had to stay away from the sun, or the sun rays. I had to stay in the dark. Which meant I couldn’t leave this place until night.

And it didn’t seem like it was going to get dark anytime soon. It seemed like we still had a lot of time till it gets dark. For how long have I been here anyways? How long have I been in this place? How long have I been dead…before I woke up of course? And how long until Freya realizes that I’m still alive and she comes for me?

I ran my hands through my hair aggressively. I was already panicking. All this time I had to spend here till it was night only reminded me of one thing. That I had enough time to think about what I now was.

Ever since I killed that guy, I knew what I was. I drained him of his blood. I killed him without even knowing him. And I knew that someone must have left him here. Someone who knew that I was going to wake up…someone who suspected that I was going to wame up brought him here and left him for me to kill. And I couldn’t help but wonder who it was. It only meant there was someone else watching me and that person was likely here.

I gulped, running my hands through my hair. The guy hadn’t been dead for a long time but I could already smell his body. And it didn’t smell nice at all.

Sitting on the floor, I hugged my knees to my chest, not knowing what to do or think. I was now a vamire. I am now what Ian was and I didn’t know what to think about that. I had left his house angrily, hating him for what he had told me but now I was the same thing. And now I was already hating myself for killing that innocent guy who had been planted here by someone because of me.

And then I heard the shuffling of feet. There was someone here. I didn’t know who, but someone was here. But there wasn’t no heartbeat. I jumped to my feet, taking a step backwards slowly as I looked around. I didn’t know where to step or who it was.

I was still avoiding the sun rays that was brightening the room so I won’t get burnt.

And if I wanted to run away from this person, I had to step into them which wasn’t an option. I had no choice but to stay where I was. I’ll have to fight if I had to. The bad thing was that I didn’t know how to fight.

Fuck.

I shouldn’t have left Ian’s house like that. I should have stayed there.

I ran my hands through my hair, panicking seriously. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to think.

Fuck.

I was already shaking when the person came into view, the scent hitting me all at once.

It was Freya. She was standing there with a cruel smile on her face. “So you are alive. That means you must have had Ian’s blood in you before I killed you.”

I gulped, slowly digesting what she was saying. “I mean I did suspect that you might not be really dead when I killed you, so I decided to plant the guy here. I see you liked my little gift?”

“What do you want? You already killed me once,” I snapped, baring my teeth. “What do you want again?”

“Is that look supposed to scare me?” She asked with a snicker. “I have been a vampire for far more longer than you can imagine,” she smirked. “And as for why I’m here, I’m here to give you the death you deserve of course.”

Before I could blink, she was already holding my hand and throwing me into the bright sunlight. A scream ripped through my throat as hot pain seared through me but the pain was gone almost as soon as it started. Someone had whisked me back into the shadows of the warehouse.

I was breathing heavily and sweating seriously as I looked around. The person holding me was Jacob. And just opposite me, Ian was standing there with someone’s heart in his hand. Slowly, I looked at the floor and saw Freya laying here. Unmoving.

Ian was holding her heart in his hands.