Unclaimed: The Master and His Soul Seer Pet: A New Adult College Vampire Romance by Clarise Tan, Marian Tee, The Passionate Proofreader Page B
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was her Master, desperate to see her out of harm’s way.
And both of them were being burned alive.
Chapter Nine
ZARI
I was alone when I stole out early in the evening. I had told Alexandru that I needed to talk to Katarina, and I wanted him to pretend he didn’t know anything about it. I told him it was to keep Katarina from feeling awkward even more, but it was all a lie of course. More and more, I was convinced that I could be the world’s best liar as long as the situation called for it.
And this one definitely did.
Zipping my jacket up to my neck, I quickened my pace and prayed to God that I wasn’t lost. Only the sound of my feet hitting the pavement broke the silence around me. Everything else was deadly still.
Fear enveloped me when I finally came to a stop at the foot of the stairs leading up to the hospital entrance. Still abandoned, old, and decrepit, but I saw the place with new eyes. Now, it was more terrifying because in my visions, this was where Alexandru and Katarina would both die.
For me.
Taking out the book I had borrowed from Rhapsody, I opened it to the page I had bookmarked and reread the passage about turning a demon into a familiar, a practice that offered an individual almost infinite power but required huge sacrifice in return.
Erou had told me that they had suspicions about the demon not working alone. It had been too methodical, he said, for a lower demon. It was either a high-ranking demon masking its powers or it had been working under the command of another being.
Tonight, I would know for sure which one of it was.
The hospital doors created an eerie sound as I pushed them open. Pulling the torch out of my pocket, I switched it on and beamed the light on my surroundings. It was still hard to see the place, but at least I could slowly find my way without having to bump into a lot of things.
Retracing my steps in my visions, I circled around the stairs and, bending down, I ran my hands over the asymmetric wall under the steps. Finally, I found it, a tiny button that vandalized drawings had caused to disappear.
Pressing the button had the concealed door under the stairs swinging open, and the silence of the motion unnerved me. I almost wished it had made the same eerie creaking sound as the other door. Silence was too terrifying because it could mean so many things.
Crouching, I stepped inside and, looking around, I made sure it was the same passageway I saw in my dreams. Straightening to my full height, I fumbled my way to another set of stairs, which should lead to the basement. I had already taken the first step down when I saw that someone was waiting for me below.
She was missing one eye, her lips were the same grisly shade of red in the photo I had seen of her, and patches of her vein-less skin had been burnt to a crisp.
Elsa.
Once, she was a mentally abused girl whose parents had killed her by encasing her in a wood, turning her into a doll, before burning her alive.
Now, she was a ghost who left her wooden shell every night, not understanding that her little games had turned the place she grew up in into a ghost town.
Behind her, the shadows moved.
Elsa was not alone.
Whirling around, I ran as fast as I could, but Elsa suddenly popped up in front of me, in the way only ghosts could.
I stumbled back with a scream and felt myself falling, tumbling down the stairs.
Then everything went black.
~~~~
I woke up with my hands and feet bound on the floor. A fire roared from the fireplace, and the sight arrested me. I could almost feel the whole world turning orange as I continued looking at it.
“I knew you’d come.”
My head snapped towards the sound, the hairs in the back of my nape standing up as I tried to search for the voice’s owner in the shadows. It was a female’s voice, but that was all I could tell.
Alexandru? Master?
“Don’t bother contacting your Master with your blood bond. It won’t work here.”
I tried not to show how her words
And both of them were being burned alive.
Chapter Nine
ZARI
I was alone when I stole out early in the evening. I had told Alexandru that I needed to talk to Katarina, and I wanted him to pretend he didn’t know anything about it. I told him it was to keep Katarina from feeling awkward even more, but it was all a lie of course. More and more, I was convinced that I could be the world’s best liar as long as the situation called for it.
And this one definitely did.
Zipping my jacket up to my neck, I quickened my pace and prayed to God that I wasn’t lost. Only the sound of my feet hitting the pavement broke the silence around me. Everything else was deadly still.
Fear enveloped me when I finally came to a stop at the foot of the stairs leading up to the hospital entrance. Still abandoned, old, and decrepit, but I saw the place with new eyes. Now, it was more terrifying because in my visions, this was where Alexandru and Katarina would both die.
For me.
Taking out the book I had borrowed from Rhapsody, I opened it to the page I had bookmarked and reread the passage about turning a demon into a familiar, a practice that offered an individual almost infinite power but required huge sacrifice in return.
Erou had told me that they had suspicions about the demon not working alone. It had been too methodical, he said, for a lower demon. It was either a high-ranking demon masking its powers or it had been working under the command of another being.
Tonight, I would know for sure which one of it was.
The hospital doors created an eerie sound as I pushed them open. Pulling the torch out of my pocket, I switched it on and beamed the light on my surroundings. It was still hard to see the place, but at least I could slowly find my way without having to bump into a lot of things.
Retracing my steps in my visions, I circled around the stairs and, bending down, I ran my hands over the asymmetric wall under the steps. Finally, I found it, a tiny button that vandalized drawings had caused to disappear.
Pressing the button had the concealed door under the stairs swinging open, and the silence of the motion unnerved me. I almost wished it had made the same eerie creaking sound as the other door. Silence was too terrifying because it could mean so many things.
Crouching, I stepped inside and, looking around, I made sure it was the same passageway I saw in my dreams. Straightening to my full height, I fumbled my way to another set of stairs, which should lead to the basement. I had already taken the first step down when I saw that someone was waiting for me below.
She was missing one eye, her lips were the same grisly shade of red in the photo I had seen of her, and patches of her vein-less skin had been burnt to a crisp.
Elsa.
Once, she was a mentally abused girl whose parents had killed her by encasing her in a wood, turning her into a doll, before burning her alive.
Now, she was a ghost who left her wooden shell every night, not understanding that her little games had turned the place she grew up in into a ghost town.
Behind her, the shadows moved.
Elsa was not alone.
Whirling around, I ran as fast as I could, but Elsa suddenly popped up in front of me, in the way only ghosts could.
I stumbled back with a scream and felt myself falling, tumbling down the stairs.
Then everything went black.
~~~~
I woke up with my hands and feet bound on the floor. A fire roared from the fireplace, and the sight arrested me. I could almost feel the whole world turning orange as I continued looking at it.
“I knew you’d come.”
My head snapped towards the sound, the hairs in the back of my nape standing up as I tried to search for the voice’s owner in the shadows. It was a female’s voice, but that was all I could tell.
Alexandru? Master?
“Don’t bother contacting your Master with your blood bond. It won’t work here.”
I tried not to show how her words
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