130 BA

Lying on her bed, Maridelle is slowly getting aware of being lost in her own decisions; drowning and suffocating. Not even a second when she decided to side with Hodor, did she think that her revenge will come to this far. She has hurt the innocent and killed those who became part of her life.

“Fuck!” she hissed with her hands grabbing her own hair. To her, it is very frustrating and the fact that Christie's demise is because of her, builds regret that was unforseen.

It is the loud consecutives knocks on her door that averted her attention. Maridelle did not long to face anyone at the moment, but Vamoire’s angry voice from the other side of the door telling her to come out has compelled her to move. Exhausted, she motioned towards the door, opened it and throw Vamoire a glaring look.

“I need more of your blood,” Vamoire directly demanded; her arms are crossed against her chest.

Hodor’s command is clear: Eliminate her. But before she would do it or anyone among them who despise her c