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Love Beyond Death

Love Beyond Death

Annabel Raven

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"I will always find you no matter where you are! There's no escape, Alizandra." I turned her to face me and the terror stamped on her beautiful face made me weep inside. She looked at me just like the devil I was, and that didn't sit well with my heart, but I got so angry at that moment and so confused. Anger, pain, grief, fear, and God knew what else assaulted me at that moment. I didn't think of anything else, but to teach her a lesson for being disobedient, for abandoning me. So I showed her the monster I was. I didn't hide from her. I knew my eyes were glowing, and I exposed my fangs. What are you? she said in a whisper, then her eyes changed, and what I saw in those lavenders took me by surprise. There was compassion for a troubled soul like mine, even though she feared me. But those lavenders didn't lie. She always had the power to see my darkened soul. The world around me ceased to exist when her fingertips roamed over my face like she was seeing the real me, like a veil had lifted from her eyes after all those endless years. I leaned on her hand, feeling the warmth of her palm, but I didn't take my eyes from hers, not even for a second. I had to see the emotions playing on her face. "Why so lonely and tormented eyes? Who are you?" "I'm the devil who loved you for centuries."

Chapter 1 Prologue

'Help!' Only a thread from afar, making its way through the haziness on my slumber. 'God, it's too much!' A whisper, barely there, anguished, tormented, then pain. Horrible and excruciating pain ripping through my insides, tearing everything in its path.

There was only one time I felt this kind of ache, and it was when I lost my heart and the remnants of my soul. I was so consumed by guilt and hatred, the devil in me rose to the surface and I spared nothing or anyone on my path.

I snapped my eyes opened as one more jolt of electricity coursed through me, frying my flesh as I bared my fangs and hissed, my body heating to a searing point and convulsed. What was wrong with me? Late punishment for my evil deeds?

'Please... Stop!' The yell was stronger this time on my mind. Someone cried for help. Another heat wave washed over my skin. Each of my muscles cramped in such a terrible way I swore they were being ripped apart or something, the agony too much! When I thought death would welcome me, my body relaxed, leaving me painting and gasping for air. 'You're a walking corpse.' It was an angry promise, and the last I heard of the voice.

"Liz!" I whispered and dragged air into my burning lungs. I knew it was my Liz. She was in trouble. But how? Power surged, overrunning me, and in one swift movement I exploded from my resting place. Rocks, stones, and dust erupting all around. I fell to the ground on my knees, breathing large amounts of fresh cold air, coughing and vomiting. I felt so disoriented, and after so long, I looked to the sky so full of stars, and it spun out of control, making me even dizzier.

"Alizandra!" I looked at the chilly night sky and her name came out in a low growl. Animals scurried and flew away as they felt the disturbing power from the monster who had risen once more. I was back again...

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