Chapter 82: Hell Should Be...

At the very least, hell should be a different place other than this gloomy bedroom, other than the same dull canopy she was looking at upon opening her eyes. Maybe this was hell; this was a fitting place to be. Then why was she seeing Marc gazing down at her, shocked and concerned?

“You’re a vampire, Dani! What the actual fuck?!!!” he yelled into her face. “Ugh!” The painful scream followed as she bumped into his chin, jolting up.

“Ow,” she rubbed her forehead. “That hurt. Who were you calling, ‘vampire’? Why are you here? Wait, am I actually dead?”

Marc opened his mouth and closed it back before looking back to the door. Dread had invaded before she could properly be glad about her friend showing up here. Remembering Fragor’s blade cutting her flesh, she grabbed her right arm and looked down to find her unmarred skin. No ink. No wound.

Still, she dismissed it as some confusion. “Marc, talk to me.” She grasped his arm. “Did Fragor force you to come here? What did he do to you?! He c