Someone else was with her in the room.
Elizabeth froze and felt all her insides turn to ice. Her heart doubled their pace and Danae, the very woman who has been haunting her dreams for so long, smiled in a satisfied way.
' What's the matter, Elizabeth?' Danae sauntered slowly towards her, the fangs getting more prominent. ' Cat got your tongue?'
Elizabeth Davenport woke up with a start, cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She gripped her blankets tightly in her hands, trying hard to calm herself down. Suddenly, the air in her temporary bedroom seemed to suffocate her. It was too thick, smothering her.
Something crashed to the floor near her bedpost and the wind blew in her room through the open window. The open window that was locked before.
And next to that window, there was a dark silhouette resting languidly against the bare wall.
Slowly, Elizabeth eased herself towards the end of her bed and put her foot down on the wooden floor quietly.
The dark shadow moved and stood up straight. ' I have had enough of chasing you around all day, Elizabeth. Just make this easy for everyone and keep quiet. It will be a quick death anyway.'
Elizabeth clenched her shaking hands into fists and focused, thinking of only one word that could really help her right now. Fire. She kept running the word in her mind and soon, her palms were glowing a subtle red. Quickly, she thrust her hand forwards in a throwing gesture and the white gossamer curtain next to the unknown shadow burst into wild flames. There was a yelp from the shadow.
Using that as her chance to escape, she quickly scrambled up and ran to the dark hallway, only illuminated by the moonlight from outside. Behind her, inside her bedroom, a male voice was yelling out profanities and a brighter orange glow was emanating from inside the room.
Find Stefan, she thought desperately. Stefan, Stefan, Stefan.
Her hands groped around in the darkness and found something round and cold. A doorknob. Quickly, she twisted it and slammed the door behind her, locking it twice in the process. Then, she realised where she was. This wasn't Stefan's room. This is Aunt Madeline's.
The lights suddenly switched on by itself and the room was suddenly bathed in a harsh yellow glare. Somebody suddenly grabbed her arms, pinned it behind her back. The door to the bedroom suddenly burst open and a faint scent of smoke lingered in the room.
' I have the little witch, Cam,' declared a voice behind her.
' Good,' replied another voice. ' She almost set me on fire.'
' Almost?' Elizabeth intervened. Maybe she could keep them talking long enough for her to do something. ' I already did.'
The guy named Cam walked around to face her, his white blond hair sooty, and tilted her chin up. Then, he quickly dropped his hand, smiling a pained smile.
' I see that what Heather said about touching her was true,' he said, leaning back as if examining her. Elizabeth looked away from him and for the first time, noticed Aunt Madeline's bed.
And Elizabeth didn't know whether to vomit, scream, or cry.
Because the crisp white duvet was stained and smeared with ruby red blood and Aunt Madeline's lifeless corpse was lying there, her glassy eyes staring blankly at the ceiling and Elizabeth could see from where the blood was coming from. On the side of Madeline's throat, there was a long red open gash.
Cam followed her gaze and laughed softly to himself. ' Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth. You are a vampire now. It's no time to cry over a little blood. These human vermins have too much of those anyway.' He waved a dismissive hand, as if to emphasise how little he cared about killing someone.
But Elizabeth saw differently. For a moment there, all she saw was red, angry red, and the next thing she knew, her red glowing hands were around Cam's neck, which was blistering and sizzling. His partner was advancing on her but with just one quick shove, Cam's partner was sprawled on the floor, beating out the small spheers of flames dancing on his coat.
' You,' Elizabeth snarled to the choking Cam,' are going to regret the day you ever came here.' She tightened her grip on his neck but Cam suddenly went limp and dissolved into a pile of white dust. Turning around, she saw Stefan standing at the doorway, holding one of those big guns with the anti-vampire bullets she remembered so well.
Stefan's face paled visibly when he saw his aunt but he seemed to gain control of himself. ' We need to leave. Now,' he ordered.
Heather stared at the slim silver phone in her hand disgustedly. It's been three hours and still, Cam, her new recruit, hasn't called with news yet.
They've failed, she thought, sickened. They have failed catching Elizabeth. An easy task and they managed to screw it up.
In a rage, she threw the phone at the wall opposite her and it shattered into millions of tiny silver pieces.
' Now, now. Let's not start throwing things around.'
Heather whirled around at the sound of the chillingly hypnotic voice but saw no one. ' Who's there?' she called out, her voice breaking a little at the end. Nervously, she cleared her throat.
' I shall only reveal myself to you when I can trust you, Heather.'
' Trust me with what?'
The voice laughed lightly. ' I believe that we may want the same person dead. For entirely different reasons, of course, but the same person nontheless. Or shall I say, the same girl.'
Heather froze and when she did speak again, no other voice in the world conveyed more hatred than the one in Heather's voice. ' You mean, Elizabeth Davenport?'
' Yes.'
' How are you going to kill her?'
' Easy. You just have to agree to co-operate with me.'
Heather shrugged. ' Fine. I agree.'
' Good,' came the reply from the chilling lilting voice and someone suddenly materialised in front of her. A woman. A very beautiful woman at that.
And suddenly, Heather was drifting away. She was watching her body from a far. Her body which was now some else's.
' I'm Danae, by the way,' said the person inside Heather's body. ' Heather, right? ' Heather watched herself strike several poses in front of the full length gilded mirror. ' I have to say, I chose quite a...hot...body.' Then, Danae-Heather smiled at herself and the real Heather realised that she had just given up her body for Elizabeth Davenport to be destroyed.
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