An Explosion Of Power

[Tabitha’s POV]

The world around me fades in and out as I struggle to breathe. No. I couldn’t go out like this, not when there was so much that still needed to be done. I needed to fight, but with each passing minute, any energy I may have had left drained until even keeping my eyes open was impossible, and as they began to close images of my parents and my brother dancing in front of them, they weren’t comforting; instead, they were accusatory.

‘You killed us.’

‘This is your fault.’

‘If we never found you.'

Again and again, their accusations echo around me until they’re deafening, and I just want to escape them, but I can’t.

“No,” I whimper, wanting to cover my ears only to find that my body won’t cooperate. “It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me.”

No matter how I tried to deny it, in the end, I knew that they were right. Because I was born. Because I was apparently this reincarnation of the vampire goddess Evangaline, I had led them to their downfall and cost them their lives.

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