My Mate Sent Me To Prison I Return As His Nightmare novel Chapter 144

"I never wanted to be born like this Halomir. There must be a cure" she told the old man, trying to convince herself more than him. "I don't enjoy hurting people," she said, "I mean killing people. And even when I do, my actions are

justified because I only hurt bad people. No one needs them. The world is a much

better place without them."

"If you believe that, then you're more like your father than you think" he added.

"I am nothing like him," her voice went up quickly. "He is a monster. He takes pleasure in killing people. He is the reason why my mother, his wife is dead."

He kept quiet, urging her on.

"I know he is not going to stop until he finds me and kills me. I also know that I am not going to allow that," she declared. "I will have to kill him first."

"Tread carefully girl. You will end up losing your soul and become him if you take this path"

"There is nothing left of my soul. I am already lost. But I will have satisfaction when he is dead."

"That is not the only reason you want to live" he reminded her.

"Yes, it is the only reason," she lied.

"What about this human friend you fancy?"

"What about him?"

"I know you want him. It's just a matter of time though, until you turn him into

your pet, just like all your other victims. Then you will delight in feeding on him

every night"

"That's not true" she denied with a heartfelt wavering tone. "I would not hurt him."

"You do not know that"

"He is....different." She said that and she pictured him

right away, and then felt her heart skip a bit. "I am still learning about him,"

"You like him," he affirmed from the color in her eyes. "You are losing your mind girl. Creatures like you can never feel emotions. It is abominable."

She looked up to meet his devilish eyes and she detested his choice of words.

"Let me worry about what's abominable and what's not. I just want you to help me find a cure."

"There is no cure, girl!" Dust from the worn weak roof whooshed down. "Your whole nature dooms your existence. You are fated to die an awful death."

She jumped to her feet at the mention of those words. She should rip this old buffoon to pieces. She was breathing with heavy breaths, about to cross her breaking point. She formed her hands into fists but ended up choosing to dig her

claws into her palms to calm herself. She could feel the sharpness prick in her flesh and her breathing went down a notch. But if she had to look at his face a little while longer, then she would not be able to control herself.

She stormed out of the castle in angry silence. The night was beastly cold but it matched her mood perfectly. She got into her car and drove, heading home, her temporal home.

Over the years, she had kept her life discreet. Her every move was calculated and carefully planned. She would not spend more than a few months in one location and she would never form attachments with anyone. But that was also because she

couldn't. Her darkness would repel anyone even in a harmless encounter.

She considered the night sky, plain and dark except for the bright stars fighting to dominate the night clouds. A few more days and she would have to move again.

This time, her next residence would be as close to Ethan's as possible. Her late-night visits to his house would eventually be suspicious and this night only reminded her of that. He would soon want to meet her in the light of day, and that is if

he is not repelled by her darkness sooner than later.

She drove into the small trail that led to her cabin house. There were trees on either side that set her cabin in hidden dark confinement.

She suddenly got a horrid feeling that alienated her from this path that she had been accustomed to for a while. There was something strange in the air. Her eyes allowed her to see the cabin way past the beams of the headlamps. She slowed

down, trusting her instincts in handling any strange danger.

Finally, she passed out. Or maybe she just fell in somewhere before a trance. She couldn't tell how long before she was fully dead but she could feel the slightest

sensations on her skin. She could hear a familiar voice of him right there.

"Am going to get you some help,"

He immediately picked her from the ground and she was entirely too weak to resist.

Effortlessly he carried her across the woods. She laid her head lazily in the pit of his shoulders and breathed in the smell of him. One bite and she could be on her feet in no time. Her fangs sharpened in her mouth and her lips parted. Veins of ferocious

craving spread from her eyelids.

No, this wasn't right. She needed to control herself. She tightened her grip around him, shaking to fight the temptation.

"You're trembling," he said. She nodded in agreement. "Don't worry, we're almost there" he added.

They reached his car, packed in a dense gloom on the side of the road.

"How did you know where to find me?" she asked him quietly as he laid her in the car seat.

"I could sense your fear from a mile away," he told her, reminding her of her own

words. "I need to take you to the hospital,"

"No, I will die anyway--"

"Don't say that" he told her sternly. He could see her losing her strength quickly and the thought of her dying was tormenting.

"The sun is about to come out" she reminded.

"Yes, in a few minutes," he said.

She immediately rolled down the window to let the air in and she admitted the coldness with it. "I want to see the sun," she told him. "Let me see the sun this one- time."