Eric was walking in a dark swamp, with murky water coming up to his knees. He didn’t know how he got here or what he was doing here. The murky, smelly water splashed as he tried to make way through the dense fog. He could hear the howling of a distant wolf and the hoot of an owl. Other than that, all he could hear was silence.
Then, he saw a distant light. A white, bright light, shining from above. A woman stood there, dressed in a beautiful long white dress.
“Bellatrix?” Eric whispered, recognizing her. She looked at him with a deep mournful look in her eyes.
“Eric,” she whispered, and then she started bleeding. Eric watched in shock as her white dress became saturated with blood, her skin turned ashen, and her eyes went vacant. Blood flowed from her eyes and from her mouth, as she hung in the air, as if a puppet.
Eric tried to run towards her, but the faster he ran, the further she seemed to get. He eventually fell to his knees, exhausted. She hung in front of him, not moving; not speaking. She hung like a puppet, as if invisible strings were holding her up.
Then, Eric screamed. He fell to the ground, covering his ears and withering in pain. He could hear some words being whispered, some words he didn’t understand. All he knew was that the words were horrible. They were cruel, horrendous, and torturous. They were words that should never be spoken. They carried an evil that was darker than the darkest demon of hell.
He felt blood pouring from his ears, as he screamed and screamed. Such pain. Such misery. Such agony. He wanted to die. He wished he would just die.
Chapter 14
Eric
Eric woke up gasping, a strange, painful ringing in his ears. He sat there, panting. He couldn’t remember the dream he was having, but he knew that it had been something truly horrifying. He looked at the time; it was almost evening. He frowned, wondering why Bella hadn’t come home yet.
Even though he had been strictly against her going to meet Antoine, he had caved on her insistence. It was something she wanted to do. She wanted to give Antoine closure, and Eric had relented. Even if he continued to disapprove, it wouldn’t have stopped Bellatrix anyway.
He tried calling her, but her phone was turned off once more. He frowned, deciding to wait a while longer before taking some action.
“Eric,” a voice suddenly called out from nowhere. He frowned, looking around. “Eric? Can you hear me? Please, please tell me that you can hear me.”
“Bellatrix?” Eric asked, perplexed. “Where the fuck are you?”
“Oh, thank God,” she said. “I am in your head. Listen to me, there isn’t much time. Antoine’s got me, and he is planning something truly evil. I need your help.”
“Wait,” Eric said. This was a bit too much for him. “How the fuck are you talking to me?”
“Telepathically. I am the only werewolf to be born with this gift in centuries,” she said. “Now, listen. I am telling you some co-ordinates. Write them down. Follow them, and find my brother. Tell him about Antoine and tell him I am in trouble.”
She started to rant off the co-ordinates, and Eric quickly jotted them down.
“Hurry, Eric. We only have a few days. Hurry,” she shouted.
Bellatrix’s voice suddenly disappeared. “Bella?” Eric shouted. “Bella, are you there?”
Not receiving any reply, Eric quickly opened up his phone and typed in the co-ordinates. He froze as he saw the location appear. They pointed to the middle of a forest, located in some remote part of Europe.
“Fuck,” Eric cursed, wondering why she couldn’t have lived anywhere closer. He searched up possible flights, and it took him over an hour’s search to find a possible plan. The place was so remote that there were no planes flying there. He would have to take a flight to the nearest city, from where he had to travel to one of the larger towns. Then, he would have to take a local transport to a small town that was across the forest. After which, he needed to cross a river.
Eric cursed as he quickly collected his stuff and booked his flight. Literally all the money he had saved up would end up getting used, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Bellatrix was in danger. He felt a new wave of anxiety and panic as he remembered how she had asked him to hurry. He shuddered at the thought of what that man might be doing to her.
He had to get to her brother. He had to save her, no matter what. She was his, and he was going to protect her till his dying breath.
∞∞∞
Bellatrix tried to loosen the chains holding her, but they seemed to be imbibed with some sort of magical spell. Normally, she had the strength to break them apart, but this time, no matter how hard she struggled, they refused to bend. She looked up and saw Antoine watching her with a smirk on his face.
He had changed completely. His face had become ghoulish, his eyes sinking into his skull. She guessed that he had been taking some sort of potion to alter his appearance and that it was now wearing off.
"What do you want?" She snarled. “Let me go!”
“Not yet, my love,” Antoine said, smiling cruelly. “The blue moon is a few days away. Then I will free you. I will free you from this life.”
“Why are you doing this?” she shouted. “What can you possibly want?”
