She raised the cup of vervain, draining the contents in one gulp. That was the last thing she tasted. Her father's face danced across her face, laughing hysterically like the wizard of Oz. She watched from a distance, seeing herself seated across from her father. She had pointed a finger at him, but it went nunb immediately. There was a painful tug at her chest as she relived her own death.
A feeling of betrayal surged through her skin, watching as her form lost its life slowly, dropping to the ground unconscious. He wanted to lift her dead self in her as and revive her, but she stood there and watched how they dragged her away. She hadn't been able to feel the pain all those years when they pulled out her fangs, but now she felt, it was a great deal of infliction.
