Chapter one
Midnight, it’s time to kill
As you crack open this book and experienced a sudden eagerness to read on, as if your heart skipped a beat in joy, and a thrilling tide of exhilaration washes over you, pause for a moment. I suggest you be very cautious now. The pages within may hold wonders—and perhaps dangers—that warrant your utmost attention.
Should you start to recognize echoes of yourself in the pages that follow, I urge you to pause—perhaps even close the book or tuck it away, for you might just share a mysterious bond with her—one of Elizabeth's kind.
Prepare yourself, for as you uncover the true recipient of this story, you’ll find that it’s only a matter of time before the uncanny and the extraordinary begin to weave themselves into your life, just as they once did for her. And trust me when I say, once you step onto this path, there will be no turning back…
What awaits you is a world where the unexpected lurks around every corner…but beware, the clock is ticking, and with each heartbeat, you are drawn deeper into a relentless game of blood.
Will you dare to unravel the secrets that lie in wait, or will you fall victim to the web of intrigue, becoming yet another pawn in this perilous game of blood?
The countdown has already begun…
At nightfall, Exnal Street was quiet and still once more.
Elizabeth lay awake.
On her quilted bed on the second floor, she waited.
Tension gripped the room.
A storm was brewing.
She sensed it.
An unspeakable force.
Her heart raced.
Time hung heavy. Something was coming.
It crept closer.
She could feel it.
A pulse in the air. A whisper of change.
Everything was about to shatter.
The moonlight flooded her room.
A soft breeze stirred the leaves.
She still couldn’t sleep.
A towering bulletin board stood ominously at the end of the hallway, its wooden frame weathered and chipped. The surface, previously a pristine white, now hosted a chilling message boldly scrawled across it in a deep, unsettling red: “It’s time for you to die.”
As she lay there, gazing toward the ceiling, a sudden, unsettling churn erupted from the very depths of her being—it left Elizabeth reeling, sending a wave of dizziness crashing down on her like a sudden storm.
It struck her squarely between the temples, leaving her momentarily disoriented.
She felt the world was drowning—
the horizon swallowed by a sea of shadows—
the vision blurring into a kaleidoscope of despair—
and she was choking on the weight of silence,
as if her very essence was pierced—
blood drenching her from within, seeping from a wound invisible to the eye—
redder than crimson itself, staining her thoughts with shadows—
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yet her shirt was white as a ghost—
the dagger twisting and turning—
the piercing sharpened—
not by arrows, though the pain were very much the same—
but by haunting memories that clawed at her soul.
As the all-too-familiar buzz resonated in her ears, a heavy weight plunged into Elizabeth's chest.
The sound, sharp and invasive, sent a shiver down her spine, awakening a deep-seated dread within her.
She understood all too well what this meant; the moment she had been fearing had finally arrived.
The buzz crescendoed in her ears, swelling to an almost deafening roar, and in that instant, shadows of bizarre memories flickered like ghostly apparitions in her mind.
The air around her thickened, heavy with an almost suffocating tension that wrapped around her like a shroud that knocked the very air from her chest.
Her fingers clutched the edge of her blanket with an intensity that drained the color from her knuckles.
It was a nightmare of the darkest kind.
She felt she had somehow earned this suffering—as if it were a cruel gift she did not wish to claim.
It was as if her own mind had cast her in a relentless film, forcing her to relive her darkest moments on repeat in such vivid detail.
When she watched in silence, she experienced it.
The memories of high school clung to her like a shadow, refusing to fade. Elizabeth still felt the heat of that fateful day when chaos erupted—when, in a moment of overwhelming despair, she inadvertently set the school building ablaze. It had all started when a bully, with a malicious grin, ripped her dreams apart.
It was devastating enough to watch her meticulously crafted assignments—each one representing months of hard work—ripped apart right before her, shattered dreams scattered at her feet.
In that moment of despair, overwhelmed and heartbroken, she lost her grip on reality.
In the end, Elizabeth faced the harshest consequences of all. She was sentenced to community service, tasked with assisting the janitor, a job that felt grueling and thankless. To make matters worse, she found herself on the receiving end of a barrage of punches to the nose—more than she could possibly count.
She didn’t thoroughly enjoy her childhood, generally speaking. Especially when the words of that bully at senior high had reminded her, while she was sweeping the floor, still echoed in her head:
''If luck were food and nutrients, nerd, you’d be starving to death soon—and that’s saying something.''
But tomorrow was going to be perfect; it was her last day at university. She was eagerly looking forward to an exciting summer in Switzerland. And it won't be difficult for her to find a job since she has already graduated from the best university in Great Britain as a Doctor! (Well, at least that’s what her teachers promised her, as long as nothing else went wrong.)
Elizabeth couldn't help but chuckle as she recalled a hilarious incident involving her eccentric French teacher, Miss Bianca. It was an ordinary day until, in the middle of a lesson, Miss Bianca's meticulously styled hair suddenly toppled to the floor. The uproarious laughter from the class erupted when Elizabeth admitted that she couldn’t hand in her assignment—a mischief-maker had swiped it for a laugh.
That day, Miss Bianca spent the entirety of her lessons sporting a shiny, bald head, looking completely unbothered but clearly frustrated. She soon emerged in the following class wearing a whimsically fluffy pink wig, a bright shade of cotton-candy pink that faded into a cloud-like softness. The absurdity of the scenario was not lost on her students, who couldn’t suppress their giggles. One afternoon, as she led her students through the sun-dappled garden, a rogue gust of wind swooped down, snatching her new wig right off her head. The sight of the bright pink wig soaring through the air and landing a few yards away, a silly halo against the backdrop of greenery, had her students erupting in uncontrollable laughter.
Miss Bianca, still unaware of the gentle breeze that had betrayed her, turned to Elizabeth with a flash of suspicion, convinced that this too was another of Elizabeth’s pranks.
Looking back, those were some good days, Elizabeth decided.
But her excitement wasn't about vacationing or job hunting.
Elizabeth rolled over and sat up on her bed, still feeling a bit groggy.
The soft breeze swept across her cheeks like a tender hand. The luminous moonlight filtered through the curtains, spilling a faint glow throughout the thick carpet.
The moon shone with exceptional brilliance, while the stars inlaid in the dark sky twinkled at an unusually quick rhythm.
Everything was silenced, every hustle and bustle of the city faded away, muted by a calm hush.
Elizabeth stared out at the window, her eyes glued to the serene, starry sky. Occasionally, a bird flapping its wings or a few croaks from a crow broke the silence.
Everything was eerily tranquil, yet it felt a bit TOO tranquil.
It didn't feel like a normal night; everything was strangely clean and ordered.
There was a certainty that something wasn’t right beneath this facade of calm.
Just then, an unusual sound piqued her curiosity.
Looking up, Elizabeth found herself mesmerized by a figure gliding gracefully beneath the silvery moonlight. Her heart raced with a mix of intrigue and excitement as she quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to the balcony. Gripping the handrail, she leaned over to catch a better glimpse.
In the hushed embrace of night, illuminated by the silvery radiance of a full moon, an unearthly being glided gracefully across the vast expanse of the sky.
Dressed in a flowing cloak reminiscent of a bygone era, the fabric billowed violently in the gusting wind. Her gloved hands, adorned with intricate patterns, clutched the cloak tightly, while a silken dressing gown flared out beneath. Her long, lustrous hair, a cascade of shimmering silver, streamed behind her in luminous waves.
As she ascended higher, drawing closer to Elizabeth’s home, curiosity compelled Elizabeth to lean out further for a better view.
What she saw stole her breath away.