Cleo P.O. V

The pain was the first thing I felt as I walked through the gate. A vivid sight came to me as the clear sky came in view. With such blinding light, I adjust.

Screams fill my ringing ears but I couldn't focus on it I try to put myself into a sitting position on the hard surface. It didn't work at first because of the increasing pain; It spread more feeling like billions of ants use my skin for their biting match.

I felt dead my throat dry my limbs weak it's like years I haven't used my body when it was just minutes or even hours ago, so I didn't understand.

The screams finally die down, thank goodness it sounds like a billion little wasp; 'annoying'. But it got silent even before I got up it didn't sit well with me. I look at the shock yet frighten look on all the faces before me.

But first I saw what I was in a white dress that was strange but not going to question it. I look through the strange faces and spot Vixton the look he gave matches the surrounding others.

I didn't miss the emotions going wild in his eyes. It didn't answer the question roaming in my eyes. The sight of Stella on the ground pulls me from him. I try to stand but my feet give way, the utmost shame I couldn't understand.

"What Is happening," my voice sounded foreign to my ear and heavens know I'm close to crying. Everyone looking at me like they saw a ghost, my emotions were all over the place but hands on my shoulder pull me from it.

I look up finding the conflicted grey orbs. They couldn't hide the relief, pulling me into a hug my body hurts from the force.

I was even sadder when he pulled away "Cleo you're really here," he said brushing the stray hair away from my face.

"It's a miracle"

"This can't be real"

Many voices said around us, for me, I got confused and the tears didn't stop.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw a few persons taking Stella away. I was glad about that since I didn't know what happened.

We got back to the wooden house, Vixton carries me all the way since my limbs pain and also my weakness prevent me from walking, that I wasn't complaining about.

I couldn't believe my ears when Vixton started to explain. The shocking thing was I was at my funeral ready to be burnt. Oh, right there and then I wanted to cry, that scared me big time, knowing I was still alive but there wasn't any sign outside 6 months in a dead state didn't sit right with me.

Plus, it explains a lot. Vixton held my hand "I was alive Vixton the help of that little hazel eyes boy without him I would have accepted my death", I break down knowing I couldn't hold it back anymore.

I didn't talk for the rest of the day and Vixton accepted my space; he looks torn so I figure he needed the space too.

My thoughts went wild in my head, this prophecy didn't speak of death among the seekers and I felt it wasn't completed yet. With a sigh, I try to sit up, the thought of my death couldn't leave my mind.

I change my mind on being alone I needed the man I love. It filled the space in my mind; I remember who Vix was and honestly; I wanted to speak about my long last feelings.

A soft knock was sounded it didn't waste time until the person entered. Vixton stood in the door frame his grey eyes shine in the dim light. I didn't miss the sad emotion in his eyes; I held out my arms wanting to be in his embrace.

He didn't waste any time as he engulfs me with his semi-cold hug. I fell deeper in love with it "Vix I remember" I didn't acknowledge the tears running down, I just wanted to be in this moment only.

"I know you would Cleo, I believe you would" he whispered in my hair. I felt complete, and I thought these words I had long forgotten "I love you Vix always had and always will" I know he heard me the way his body stiffen then calm brought my attention I wanted to pull away.

"Vix yo...." He crashes his lips to mine before I could finish. It was one of those heart-warming kisses with his needs in one place wanting to devour. I felt a soft prick on my tongue before I knew I could taste my blood.

It tasted good in a very weird way I got more aroused, the mere feel of Vixton was enjoying it. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped the burning pleasure that swore through my pain limbs.

Suddenly a knock on the door pull us apart but that didn't stop Vix from kissing me one more time. He places a kiss on the neck running his fangs along before he gets up. A smirk displays on his lips, I couldn't hide the blush.

Stella entered the room, this is when Vixton left. I blush a little more when Stella just stood there looking at me.

She broke down once again crying, cursing the weak form I wanted to rush to her side.

"I have to tell you something," she said the whimpering didn't seize.