Chapter 25

There was a blinding light flashing on her. Elizabeth squinted her eyes to avoid it. She could hear a woman’s laugh that sounded more like Cruella de Vil from 101 Dalmatians. A dark figure of a woman approached her gracefully and mumbled something but Elizabeth could only hear some words.

‘……. I see you agreed to help me, Elizabeth. What an excellent choice,’ the woman began.

Elizabeth recognised the soft but evil-like voice. It was Danae. As she opened her eyes, she saw Danae or might as well be Heather, holding a sharp and pointed knife and grabbed her arms, almost slitting it. In anger, Elizabeth tried to push Danae away from her but unfortunately her arms were tied up and she couldn’t move. She tried to use her power but she was too weak. It was as if her energy and power was drained away.

‘Get off me now!’ Elizabeth exclaimed.

Danae hushed her and said, ‘what happened to all the manners dear Elizabeth?’

‘I don’t care! Where is Elena?’

‘Just relax. She’s fine. My people are taking good care of her. Stop worrying,’ she replied and gave an annoyed look.

‘You better don’t harm her or else!’

‘Ooo.. You’re threatening me now. Okay, let’s just get this straight again. You give me your blood to open that door. I get my body you get the girl. No one will get hurt. Is that clear to you?’ Danae explained properly and pointed her long bony finger on Elizabeth’s nose.

Elizabeth ignored her and moved her head away.

‘I’ll take that as a yes then,’ Danae said.

‘No. Show me Elena first!’ demanded Elizabeth.

‘Okay, if you insist. Bring her down Delos.’

The man named Delos dragged Elena forcefully, who was unconscious. Her face and rolling stone shirt was full of dirt. Even her hair was untidy and scruffy. Elizabeth couldn't stand looking at Elena because it made her feel guilty. 'This is all my fault, if not Elena wouldn't be brought into this,' she thought.


‘Is that enough?’

Elizabeth nodded and Danae exhaled feeling relief that she could continue her plot. She started slitting Elizabeth’s arm, which made Elizabeth feel a slight heat flowing through her veins. Her face became red, sweat flowed vigorously on her neck and she couldn’t breathe properly as if she was strangled.

‘Elizabeth? Elizabeth? Are you all right?’ someone called her.

She lifted her body up and felt Stefan’s hand holding her.

‘Are you all right?’ Stefan said worriedly.

‘Uh-uh, yeah. I think so. I just had a nightmare that’s all,’ she replied blankly.

When Stefan left her alone, Elizabeth knew that it wasn't just a nightmare because she saw a purplish scar on her arm.

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She sat at the café alone, biting her newly manicured nails, thinking about something. ‘Why the hell am I biting my nails?’ she thought. After taking very long time thinking, she realised immediately that the body that she was using was Heather’s so it must’ve been her horrid habit. Disgusted with herself, she took a hand sanitizer out of her hot red Chanel handbag and squeezed some liquid out.

Chantal came and sat with Danae.

‘Quelle est le problème, madame?’ she asked curiously.

‘Nothing. I’m just thinking about that Stefan guy. What if Elizabeth brought him with her? You know him, he’s not going to let her go.’ Danae replied.

‘What’s wrong if he’s coming? After all, he’s just a weak and a powerless human. We can defeat him easily,’ Chantal said confidently.

Without even thinking carefully Danae just agreed to what Chantal said and decided to forget about all her thoughts. She was only concentrating on Elizabeth.

'Chantal, by midnight I am going to be powerful again and no one can stop me neither Lady Elizabeth Davenport nor the council.'



*err, my grammar is very very burukzz so writers please do help and correct it :8)