Better Left Untold.

This is a story better left untold. This is a story, of the oldest woman alive.
With the appearance of a twenty one year old she has the whole world, or atleast london where she lives, fooled that she is young Newspaper journalist Faye Harret.
She is not Faye, She is not twenty one,
She is something else.


3. Chapter Three- The dream.

"Anton?" I called out, into our large bedroom. " Clarise, get out." My husband growled back at me. " Anton please, whats wrong." I edged forward into the room. " Its too late now, you're dead." i heart a throaty whisper call out to me. " Anton please, whats going on," I shuddered, edging closer to his figure, huddled over something. 

"Clarise, dont get near me please love, i do not wish to hurt you." his voice mumbled out, he sounded sad and sincere. "Anton im not leaving until you tell me what is going on!" i cried out. i stepped into arms lenth of him, and placed my hand on his cold, bare shoulder. " Anton, you're freezing." i whispered out. 

He let out a deep growl, and turned to face me. " I told you." He let a throaty grown out. His eyes looked deep into mine, burning me. " Im not anton anymore. " He growled out with an evil grin across his lips, He stepped closer to me. 

I backed up, turning to run from him. He ran infront of me, locking our bedroom door. I turned and ran towards to the balcony, I tripped, grasping to the rail. 

" no where to go now, baby." he smiled, showing of pointy teeth. I stepped up on to the rail. " Ill jump." i cried out. " Anton please dont make me do this, i love you dear." He laughed out as i begged. " Im not anton anymore." he lunged at me, biting into my leg. 

I fell back, in such agonizing pain. Falling six stories i felt so weightless. I was going to miss life, even Anton, although he was some sort of evil. 

I plunged to the ground landing back first.  i coughed up blood, hearing numerous cracks, the pain agonizing,  I cried out, when suddenly my blonde lover returned to my side. His eyes back to the lovley blue they where. " Clarise what have i done!" he cried out. " Anton, please, kill me." i cried out. 

" No dear i promise you are going to be okay!" He cried back lifting up my head, feeling the back half of my skull shattered. " what are you?" I coughed out, unable to speak very much. "Vrykolakas" he mumbled out in perfect greek. I smiled at him, adoring his smart self for the last moments of my life. He suddenly bit into my wrist.

"Dear i want you to sleep now, when you awake, you will be fine i promise." He whispered. 

he placed a final kiss on my bloody lips and i closed my eyes. I was going to miss life.

I woke up, In mine and Anton's bed. " Anton?" i called out, a pain grew in my stomach, but it was bearable. I got up looked at myself in the mirror with astonishment. " Im perfect." i smiled , realizing i had no scars, or bruises from the fateful event earlier. " Am i dead?" i asked myself when suddenly my eyes shot to a paper on my desk.

" Dear Clarise. Im so sorry for what i have done. I ran away, after healing you. the problem is , i turned you into what ive been saving you from all these years. Ironic huh?

Just rember dear, i love you so much. and im so sorry. Please, be careful, you'll know what to do when the time comes." I read out to myself.

I shot up on Andy's couch." Jeeze Faye. You fell asleep watching pitch perfect. You where screaming "ANTON,  KILL ME!" he spoke up. " I am so sorry Andy. " i whispered , gripping Antons note i always kept with me. " Its okay, as long as you're okay, it sounded like a weird dream. " he laughed out. I laughed it off and decided it was time to go home. 

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