Cynthia's POV
Hot tears streamed down my face as I sat in the corner of the room, hugging my knees tightly. I couldn't believe that today was my last day on earth. I had never met such a selfish person on this earth. I couldn't believe Zander was doing this to me when he was the one who put me in this situation. He was cruel and ruthless. I wished I had let him die that day; he didn't deserve to live at all. First, he drinks people's blood, and now he wants to turn me into a monster like him. I can't do that. I would rather die than become a monster like him.
My heart was breaking into pieces at the thought of my death. I was afraid of dying. I didn't want to die. I had so many dreams to fulfil in this lifetime. How could I just die like that?
"Mom, please save me! I need you, Mom," I sobbed, hugging my knees even more tightly. My mother never comes back at moments like these. She always comes when my troubles are over. She won't come when I desperately need her.
I heard the knob of my door being turned, and it was pushed open. I raised my head to see Zander walking towards me.
"Get up, we are leaving," Zander said with no emotion in his tone. I couldn't believe he was acting as if everything was fine. He was going to get me killed, and he was acting as if everything was okay, like everything was fine.
"Cynthia, I'm not repeating myself, okay. I said get the fuck up, we are leaving right now!" Zander stated sternly. I didn't bother to move or get up. He can go and fuck himself for all I care. He wanted to get me killed, and that thought made me sob even more.
"Cynthia, I have no time for your nonsense. Get up. We should leave here as soon as possible unless you want to die," Zander said, his tone dripping with coldness. I raised my head and looked at him, narrowing my eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked, staring at him through my teary eyes.
"Do you want to know what I mean, or do you want to save your pathetic life?" Zander asked. I glared at him.
"Am I supposed to believe you? I'm not going anywhere with you. I know that you want to get me killed, and that's it. I'm not coming with you. I will stay right here," I said. A smile crossed his lips, revealing his ivory fangs. His eyes had turned red. I quickly jumped to my feet, my fear of him getting the best of me. How could I not be scared of a bloody vampire?
Zander grabbed my hand and started dragging me out of the house.
"Zander, you are making a big mistake. Zakaria will awaken soon, and he will kill you. This girl is not worth such a huge sacrifice. You can't leave your son for her," Nancy said at the entrance, not wanting to make way for us.
"Get out of my way, Nancy. I don't have time for this," Zander said sternly. I blinked rapidly, feeling my body heat rising.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity that was consuming me.
"Shut up, you bitch! Stop acting like you don't know what I'm talking about. My son will grow up fatherless all because of you," Nancy spat through gritted teeth, her face turning red.
"Nancy, get out of my way before I do something I'll regret," Zander threatened, his eyes turning red.
"Zander, I've loved you since we were kids. I've always been there for you. I gave you a son. Now you want to sacrifice your life for this girl. Have you thought about how I would feel or how your son would feel?" Nancy asked, her whole body trembling with anger. I couldn't understand what was happening right in front of me. What sacrifice was she even talking about? Before I could ask, Zander pushed Nancy away from the door, causing her to fall to the floor. He then walked past her, dragging me along with him towards a waiting helicopter.
He got inside and held my hand and I got in too and the helicopter pilot started it. The two of us sat inside . My mind was filled by what Nancy had said. I don't understand what is happening and why did she say that Zander was sacrificing his life for me. Why would he do such a thing though?
It was so late at night that I don't even remember when I fell asleep, my mind filled with different kinds of questions.
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I felt the rays of sunlight hitting my skin as I slowly opened my eyes. I sat up on the bed, quickly covering my face with my hand to shield it from the sun.
I got off the bed and stood up. Frowning, I looked around at my surroundings. I was in a small wooden house with wooden furniture scattered throughout. It seemed to have more than one room. Walking into one of the rooms, I found it empty. Pushing open the door to another room, I discovered it was dark, with all the curtains closed, creating a dark and slightly scary atmosphere. I was afraid of the dark.
"Zander, are you here?" I called out from the entrance, unable to see anything inside.
"Get out!" Zander's cold voice came from inside the room. How could he just tell me to leave without any explanation?
"Zander, we need to talk. Why are we here? What did Nancy mean yesterday when she said you are sacrificing your life for me?" I asked, trying to understand his motives. I couldn't figure it out on my own, so he had a lot of explaining to do.
"Stop asking so many questions because you won't get an answer. If I were you, I would rest as much as possible because from today onwards, you will need a lot of energy," Zander said, leaving me puzzled.
"Zander, stop speaking in riddles and tell me exactly what you mean. What is happening here?" I pressed for answers.
"Does it matter?" Zander replied dismissively.
"Of course, it does. Tell me what is happening," I insisted.
"Leave me alone. I'm not in the mood for your nonsense. Just go away!" Zander snapped.
I let out a deep sigh. Trying to understand him was futile, and it was better to leave him alone. As long as I wasn't in danger of dying, I shouldn't worry about what would happen next. But I knew that the calm was just the calm before the storm.