Wedding Preparations 2

If was officially the day of the wedding.

Arabella could not tell herself how she knew, seeing as the only source of light she ever saw was the lighting the old man turned on whenever he came around. But she had a feeling, oh yes.

The eerie silence around her, the knowledge that there was a huge tendency her life was going to end in a couple of hours, the fear of losing her freedom and being away from her master forever, everything flooded her.

The dried makeup on her face from hours ago felt heavy on her skin. She could still feel the sting from bruises all over her face, and the sores on her body. At that moment, Arabella hated herself. She wanted to dig her claws into her skin, and tear it apart bit by bit, until she bled to death.

Death was a better option that being with the old man who had separated her from the man she had come to love the most, even more than herself; Master Klaus.

The door was pushed open, and Arabella looked up from the ground, to stare at the intruder.