The Rage

Elizabeth entered the clearing with a step. Autumn leaf fragments were freezing into the mud under her feet. Even though the rain was subsiding as dusk fell, the temperature in the woods was dropping. Elizabeth was insulated from the cold. She didn't mind the darkness either. Widening, her pupils absorbed microscopic light fragments that were unseen to humans. She could easily make out the two individuals stumbling about under the enormous oak tree. One of them had thick, black hair that the wind had tossed and turned into a sea of waves.

Though Elizabeth couldn't see his face, she intuitively knew that he was a little taller than the other and that his eyes were green. The other too had a shock of black hair, but it was fine and straight, like an animal's pelt. His body's relaxed elegance was collected into a predator's crouch, and his lips were pulled back from his fangs in rage. He had dark eyes. Elizabeth remained still for some minutes while she observed them. She had forgotten why she had come here and why the images of their conflict had drawn her here. The roar of their rage, hate, and sorrow was nearly unbearable this close, sounding if the warriors were shouting silently. They were engaged in a fight to the death. I wonder who will win," she pondered. The taller one's left arm dangled at an odd angle, and they were both bleeding and injured. Still, he had just smashed the other into an oak tree's twisted trunk. Elizabeth was able to feel, taste, and hear his rage in addition to hearing it, and she was aware that it was giving him unimaginable power. Elizabeth suddenly recalled her motivation for traveling. How was it that she forgot? He was wounded. She had been called here by his thoughts, which had pounded her with shock waves of anguish and sorrow. She was his, thus she had come to assist him. The two figures had now fallen to the frigid ground, howling like wolves. Elizabeth approached them quietly and quickly. A voice in her head said that Katherine, the one with the wavy hair and green eyes, was on top, grabbing the other person's neck. Elizabeth felt a wave of wrath and protectiveness. To pry the fingers up and grip that choking hand, she reached in between them. She had no idea that she shouldn't be able to do this. As she Strong enough was all it was. Her victim was wrenched from his opponent by her as she flung her weight to the side. She pressed hard into his injured arm for good measure, pushing him sprawling on his face in the leaf-covered mud. She then started choking him behind his back. Although her strike had caught him off guard, he was still far from defeated. He retaliated by striking her, reaching for her neck with his strong fist. He poked her windpipe with his thumb. Although her strike had caught him off guard, he was still far from defeated. He retaliated by striking her, reaching for her neck with his strong fist. He poked her windpipe with his thumb. But he outweighed her in strength. She was thrown to the ground as he jerked his shoulders, breaking her grip on him. He suddenly appeared above her, his features twisted in a ferocious animal expression. He slapped her hand away as she growled at him and reached for his eyes with her claws. He intended to murder her. He was by far the stronger person, even when hurt. His lips had pulled back to reveal teeth that had already developed red stains. He was ready to attack like a snake. Then he paused, circling her, and his expression changed. Elizabeth saw the eyes becoming green. The pupils, which had shrunk into ferocious dots, suddenly opened. He was looking down at her as if he had just discovered her. Why was he addressing her in that manner? Why didn't he simply finish it off? The iron hand was releasing her from her shoulder, however. The animal's growl was no longer there. replaced by an expression of surprise and confusion. While assisting her to sit up, he took a seat back and continued to look into her face. He said, "Elizabeth. He had a cracking voice. Is that who I am saying, "Elizabeth, it's you"? She pondered. Elizabeth? It wasn't very important. She looked in the direction of the large oak tree. He was still there, panting, leaning on the upthrust roots with one hand to steady himself. With his piercingly dark eyes fixed on hers and a scowl on his face, he was staring at her. Don't fret, she advised. This one can be handled by me. He is a fool. She then threw herself at the green-eyed person once again. He said, "Elizabeth!" as she pushed him back. He supported her by pushing at her shoulder with his strong hand. Katherine called out to Elizabeth, "Elizabeth, look at me! She searched. She could just make out his neck's exposed flesh patch. She growled once again, pulling her top lip back to expose her fangs. He froze. His body reacted violently to the shock, and she could see his eyes breaking. His face became as white as though he had been punched in the stomach. On the slick ground, he gave a little headshake. He murmured, "No. "Oh, no..." As though not expecting her to hear him, he seemed to be speaking to himself as he said it. She reacted angrily when he touched her face with his hand. He muttered, "Oh, Elizabeth. Last signs of animal bloodlust and rage were vanished from his face. His eyes were confused, sorrowful, and struck. Last signs of animal bloodlust and rage were vanished from his face. His eyes were confused, sorrowful, and struck. The agony in his eyes peaked as he gave her one more long look before giving up. He gave up the struggle entirely. She could feel the resistance leaving his body as it happened. With pieces of oak leaves in his hair, he was lying on the freezing ground and gazing beyond her up into the dark, cloudy sky. His exhausted voice urged her to "finish it."

Last signs of animal bloodlust and rage were vanished from his face. His eyes were confused, sorrowful, and struck. The agony in his eyes peaked as he gave her one more long look before giving up. He gave up the struggle entirely. She could feel the resistance leaving his body as it happened. With pieces of oak leaves in his hair, he was lying on the freezing ground and gazing beyond her up into the dark, cloudy sky. His exhausted voice urged her to "finish it." Elizabeth momentarily paused. Something about their eyes cried out to me. bring up memories for her.

Sitting in an attic chamber, standing in the moonlight... But the recollections were too hazy. She struggled to comprehend them and felt nauseous and dizzy as a result. And this Katherine with the green eyes had to pass away. Because the other man-the one Elizabeth was destined to be with-had been injured by him. Nobody could ever harm him and survive. She bit hard, locking her fangs against his neck. She immediately saw that she wasn't doing the task properly. She hadn't plowed into a vein or artery. She was irritated at her own lack of expertise and concerned in her throat. Even though there wasn't much blood flowing, it felt amazing to bite anything. He jerked in agony as she raised up and bit him once more out of frustration. Much improved. This time, she had located a vein, but she hadn't penetrated it enough. That little scratch is unacceptable. She wanted to tear it open completely to let the hot, rich blood gush out. As she labored to do this with her teeth raking and chewing, her prey trembled. When hands yanked at her and lifted her from behind, she was just beginning to feel the flesh give way. Elizabeth gripped her neck tightly and growled. However, the hands persisted. Her waist was encircled by an arm with fingers entwined in her hair. She struggled, holding onto her victim with her jaws and claws. Lose hold of him. Let him go! The voice sounded stern and authoritative, like a gust of icy wind. When Elizabeth realized it, she stopped resisting the forces pulling her away. She thought of a name when they dropped her out on the ground and she glanced up to see him. Dominic. Dominic was his name. She gave him a sour-faced look while remaining docile despite feeling cheated out of her kill. His neck was covered in blood, and Katherine was sitting up. His shirt was becoming wet from it. Elizabeth licked her lips as she experienced a pang of hunger that seemed to emanate from every pore of her body. She felt faint once again. Dominic said, "I thought you said she was dead." He was staring at Katherine, who, if it was possible, seemed more paler than before. That blank expression was dripping with utter despondency. All he said was, "Look at her." Elizabeth's chin was cupped by a hand, who also raised her face. Dominic's dark, squinted eyes met hers straight. Then, long, thin fingers probed between her lips with them. Elizabeth instinctively attempted to bite, but not very forcefully. Elizabeth bit down on the sharp curve of a canine teeth that Dominic's finger had discovered, giving it a kitten-like nip. Dominic had an expressionless face and stony eyes. He said, "Are you aware of your location?" Elizabeth cast her eyes around. Trees. She slyly replied, "In the woods," while turning to face him. Who is that, exactly? He pointed, and she followed. She said indifferently, "Katherine." Brother of yours "Who am I, then? Do you recognize me?" She looked up at him and grinned, exposing her sharp teeth. "I do, of course. I adore you because you're Dominic." Katherine said in a low, cruel voice. "Wasn't that what you wanted, Dominic? You now own it. She had to come to respect us and you. Just killing her wasn't sufficient." Dominic didn't give him another look. While still kneeling there and clutching Elizabeth's chin, he was fixedly gazing at her with those hooded eyes. He remarked gently, "You've said it three times now, and I'm starting to get a little bored of it. He was disheveled and still a little gassed, but he maintained his composure and sense of control. Why did I murder you, Elizabeth? Elizabeth murmured, wrapping her fingers around those of his free hand, "Of course not." She was becoming irritable. What the heck were they talking about? No one had been murdered. Dominic continued to speak with the same anger in his voice, saying to Katherine, "I never believed you were a liar. "Almost all other things, but not that Never before have I heard you make excuses for yourself." Dominic warned, "I'm going to lose my cool in a minute." What more are you going to do to me? Katherine came back. It would be a kindness to kill me. Dominic replied loudly, "I ran out of compassion for you a century ago. Elizabeth's chin was finally released by him. He questioned her, "What do you recall about today?" Elizabeth's speech sounded drained, like a kid giving a tedious lecture. "Founders Day was celebrated today." She stared up at Dominic as she flexed her fingers in his. She could only go so far on her own, but it wasn't enough. Disgruntled, she made an effort to recall another detail. Someone named Caroline was in the café. She smiled and gave him the name. She planned to read my journal aloud to everyone, which was undesirable since... Elizabeth struggled to recall the information and failed. "I can't recall the reason. However, we misled her." She gave him a kind, sly grin. Oh, we did that, didn't we? "Yes. It was taken from her by you. You completed it for me." Her free hand's fingertips snuck beneath his jacket in quest of the little book's square-cornered hardness. She touched it and murmured, "Because you love me," delicately scratching at it. "Do you really love me? " From the clearing's center, there came a little sound. Elizabeth turned to see Katherine's face was turned aside. "Elizabeth. What took occurred next?" She answered the call from Dominic. "Next? Aunt Judith then began debating with me." After giving it some thought, Elizabeth finally shrugged. "about... anything. I was enraged. Her mother is not mine. She is unable to advise me." Dominic said in a dry tone. "That won't be an issue moving forward, in my opinion. Next, what?" Dominic said in a dry tone. "That won't be an issue moving forward, in my opinion. Next, what?" Where did you go in Matt's automobile, exactly? Katherine turned back to them and said, "To Wickery Bridge." His gaze was gloomy. Elizabeth corrected herself irritably, "No, to the boardinghouse. "to wait for, well, I can't remember. I waited there anyway. The storm eventually began. Rain, wind, and all that. I did not like it. I started the vehicle. However, something followed me." Katherine turned to face Dominic and stated, "Someone came after you. Elizabeth urged, "Something." He had interrupted her enough times. She knelt down and put her face near to Dominic's, saying, "Let's go away someplace, just us." In a moment, he replied. "What kind of creature followed you?" Exasperated, she reclined. "What kind? I have no idea! I had never seen anything like that. not like Katherine and you. It was..." She was filled with images. Along the ground, a mist was streaming. screaming of the wind. a huge, white object that seemed to be formed of mist itself. approaching her like a cloud blown by the wind. She said, "Perhaps that was simply a part of the storm. "But I believed it intended to harm me. But I managed to escape." She grinned quietly as she fiddled with Dominic's leather jacket's zipper and peered up at him through her lashes. Dominic's face started to reflect emotion for the first time. He grimaced as his lips curled. "You escaped," "Yes. I recalled what someone had said to me about rushing water. It prevents evil from passing. So I headed towards the bridge across Drowning Creek. After that..." She paused, frowned, searching through the fresh uncertainty for a firm recollection. Water. She could recall water. then there is scream. nothing else, however. And then, joyfully, she said, "I crossed it." "I must have, since I am in this position. That's all there is. When can we leave?" Dominic did not respond to her. Katherine reported, "The automobile is still in the water." He and Dominic were no longer at war with one other; instead, they were conversing over the unintelligent child's head like two adults. Elizabeth had a wave of irritation. She started to speak, but Katherine preempted her. "It was located by Bonnie, Meredith, and myself. I found her beneath water, but it was already too late." Afterward, what? Eileen scowled.

Dominic had mockingly curled lips. "And you abandoned her? Of all people, you ought to have anticipated what may occur. Or were you so opposed to the concept that you were unable to even contemplate it? Would you rather that she really died? People need to have anticipated what may occur. Or were you so opposed to the concept that you were unable to even contemplate it? Would you rather that she really died? Dominic put two fingers over Elizabeth's lips as she tried to speak again in order to stop her. "And that's the issue today, or are you too blind to see that, too?" he replied calmly.

You instructed me to observe her; observe her yourself. She is crazy and in shock. Oh, OK, I'll confess it. He stopped to flash a dazzling grin before continuing. "It goes beyond the typical bewilderment after a change. She will need human blood since without it, her body won't be able to complete the shift. She'll perish. Irrational? What do you mean by that? Elizabeth pondered furiously. She murmured, encircling Dominic's fingers, "I'm alright. "I'm just exhausted. When I heard you two arguing as I was getting ready for bed, I ran to your aid. Disgusted, she said, "And then you wouldn't even let me murder him. Yes, why didn't you? Katherine questioned. He was gazing at Dominic with eyes that seemed capable of piercing him. He showed no sign of cooperating at all. It would have been the simplest course of action. With his anger suddenly rising to equal Katherine's, Dominic glared back at him. He was exhaling loudly yet gently. He growled, "Maybe I don't want things to be simple. Then he seemed to take back control of himself. Put it this way, my brother: if anybody is going to have the joy of murdering you, it will be me. His lips curved in contempt as he continued. no other person. I'm going to handle the work myself. I can assure you that I am quite skilled at it. Katherine whispered softly, as though each syllable sickened him, "You've shown us that." Dominic turned to Elizabeth and said, "But this one, I didn't murder. And why should I? At any point, I might have altered her. "Perhaps because she had just announced her engagement to another person," Elizabeth's hand was still tangled in Dominic's when he lifted it. A gold ring with a single deep blue stone gleamed on the third finger. Elizabeth scowled at it, wishing she had seen it earlier. She finally gave a shrug and leaned weary against Dominic. Well, that doesn't seem to be much of an issue, does it," Dominic answered, gazing down at her. I suspect she was relieved to forget about you. He gave Katherine a sour-faced grin as he glanced up. "However, we won't know until she's back to herself. Then, we may ask her to choose one of us. Agreed?" He shook his head at Katherine. How are you even capable of saying that? Following what transpired, His speech became halting. "Alongside Katherine? If you can't, I can say it. Katherine made a bad decision, and now she was paying for it. Elizabeth is unique; she is aware of her own thoughts. But even if you agree," he continued, ignoring Katherine's latest objections. She needs blood right now since she is weak. After making sure she receives it, I'll track down the person responsible for what they did to her. You may attend or not. Dress yourself. He drew Elizabeth up with him as he stood. Let's leave. He drew Elizabeth up with him as he stood. Let's leave. She knew exactly where they had left the wood. She had visited earlier in the day. The action had changed, too, with automobiles flashing their red and blue lights and spotlights illuminating the huddled, shadowy forms of individuals. Elizabeth gave them an inquisitive glance. Several were recognizable. For instance, is that person Aunt Judith, with the thin, harrowed face and the worried eyes? And is Robert, the tall guy next to her, engaged to Aunt Judith? Elizabeth reasoned that there needed to be another person with them. a kid whose hair is as white as Elizabeth's. But despite her best efforts, she was unable to think of a name. She did, however, recall the two females who were holding hands and standing in a circle of authorities. Denis was the young man with the red hair who was sobbing. Merit, the taller person with the sweeping black hair. Denis was speaking to a uniformed guy and stating, "But she's not in the water." Her voice was trembling just shy of panic. "We saw Katherine removing her. I have repeatedly told you. You left him here with her, right? We had to. Something was approaching as the storm intensified. Merit stepped in and said, "Never mind that. She sounded barely more composed than Denis. Katherine said he would leave her laying beneath the willow trees if he had to part ways with her. Another uniformed guy said, "And just where is Katherine now?" "We have no idea. To obtain assistance, we returned. He most likely came after us. But what really happened to Elizabeth? When Merit turned around, Denis put her face in his shoulder. Elizabeth understood that they were angry with me. What a bunch of fools. I can at least explain that. Dominic pulled her back just as she began to go forward into the light. She sent a hurt glance his way. Not in that way. We'll pull them out when you choose the ones you want," he replied. "What do you want?" For nourishment, Elizabeth. You are now a hunter. They are your quarry. Elizabeth doubtfully brushed her tongue across a canine tooth. She didn't see any food around her. Nevertheless, she was inclined to believe Dominic since he stated so. Whichever you think," she obediently replied. Dominic cocked his head back and scanned the area like a critic studying a well-known picture. Okay, how about a few polite paramedics? Dominic cocked his head back and scanned the area like a critic studying a well-known picture. Okay, how about a few polite paramedics? Dominic scarcely gave Katherine a sidelong look. How come not? "Because there have been sufficient assaults. She could need human blood, but she is not required to go hunting for it. Although Katherine's expression was closed and unpleasant, he exuded a grim resolve. "Is there another option?" Dominic questioned in jest. "You are aware of it. Find a willing person or one who can be persuaded to be willing. Someone who would do it for Elizabeth and had the mental fortitude to do this And I assume you are aware of the location of such a moral exemplar? "Take her to the institution. I'll see you there, Katherine replied before vanishing. They left the scene while it was still humming, with lights flashing and people wandering around. Elizabeth became aware of an odd phenomenon while they were moving. An car was parked in the middle of the river and was well-lit by the spotlights. Except for the front fender, which protruded above the surface of the water, it was entirely submerged. She thought, "What an idiotic spot to put a vehicle," and then she followed Dominic back into the forest. Katherine was starting to feel once again. That stung. He had believed that he was beyond experiencing pain or any other kind of emotion. Nothing could ever compare to the moment he dragged Elizabeth's dead corpse from the murky water, and he believed that nothing could ever pain again. He had erred. He came to a halt and took a big breath while keeping his head down and good hand braced on a tree. He continued once the crimson mists dispersed and he could see clearly once more, but the scorching pain in his chest persisted unabatedly. He instructed himself to stop thinking about her even though he knew it was pointless. She wasn't really dead however. That had to be worth something, right? He had imagined he would never again hear her voice or experience her touch. She wanted to murder him when she touched him right now. He paused once again, doubling over, as he feared being ill. It was more agonizing to see her in this state than to find her dead and frozen. Dominic may have let him to live for that reason. Perhaps Dominic was getting even. And maybe Katherine should simply carry out his predetermined course of action after murdering Dominic. Remove the silver ring that shielded him from sunlight at morning. Stand there till the heat from those rays seared the flesh off of his bones. and permanently halted the suffering. and permanently halted the suffering.