*Esmerelda*

I was going to die. I was sure. But at the very least, I would die knowing the truth and knowing that Elijah was good and different. He was nothing like these monsters that had hunted me and tied me down. They were so willing to kill me.

Elijah was nothing like that.

I closed my eyes. I could face death bravely.

I felt his fangs brush against my skin slightly, just a sharp touch, nothing more. And then the lights all went out.

“What the ...