"Anastasia!"
Edward echoes her name through the hallways as her grip around my throat only but increases in strength. My muffled moans are barely audible as I choke on the very last breath that still fills my lungs. My fingers curl over her claws as I try to pull them loose one by one. I am a good few inches off the floor and rising higher by the second. She will not let go; today, I am going to die.
"Anastasia, no!"
Edward is watching in horror as Anastasia is squeezing the life out of me. He feels helpless, and I hopeless; there is just no comparison for her strength.
"Anastasia, let go of him!"
Her neck snaps to the left as she glares at Edward with the utmost evil in her eye. Anastasia has gone dark. A very unfortunate term in the Vampire world that does not mean night, but in fact, there is a great evil that consumes her.
"Anastasia, I said, let go of him!"
