Page 32 of Beautiful Nightmare

“You will finish burying her next to your precious vampire…” Looking around, his index finger touches his defined chin. “But wherever could he be?”

A shovel is propelled into my hands, then my shattered fingers are forced around the wooden handle.

Prince shouts one last command before walking away, leaving me with Agatha’s blistered body. “Dig!”

Turning my nose up, her body odor is vastly vile. From the melting and burnt skin to blisters andsinged hair, I am repulsed as my stomach continues to turn.

Her roots were Romanian.It’s why her spells weren’t familiar to you or me. Your moms loved studying spells and potions from the international witching community, which, ultimately, with your help, killed them.

Prince is sayingthis to hurt me.

But it only motivates me.

I will fucking kill him.

Hours.

It has been hours now that I have been digging this impossible hole with my broken hands.

And finally, my hands are allowed to release their grip on the wooden handle of my shovel. As it drops to my feet, I am able to hoist myself up from the six-foot hole I stand in.

It takes every ounce of energy and strength to prop myself on the ledge and then bring myself up and over to lie on the yard. My breathing is heavy,I’m panting, and I wish I could lie here forever with how comfortable I am.

Finish the job!

And suddenly Iam brought to my feet, standing before Agatha’s body.

I use my feet and roll her decaying form, which isn’t easy, but I know my fingers won’t make it if I use my hands, as they are already fucked up to the point I fear they will never be functional again.

With each kick, she inches closer and closer to the black earth hole. And just as I give her the final nudge needed, Agatha falls to her final resting place.

Sweat mixed with that deranged bastard’s cum drips down my face, swiping the back of my hand against my forehead. I steady myself, bracing for yet another punishment for cleaning myself off, but it doesn’t come.

Relaxing, I look over Agatha’s lifeless body with pride, and I am greeted by a plethora of beautiful gray, black, and white moths fluttering all around me.

Holding my arms out, I let them wrap me in theirembrace. Smiling with joy, this is like nothing I have ever experienced before, and I never want it to end. I yearn for them to perch upon me, to make me their home or friend. To be so comfortable, they put their trust in me.

My toes curl in the earth.

I am happy.

And as quickly as the warmth enters me, my eyes are forced closed once more. And I am welcomed to extreme horror.

Flickers of orange, red, and yellow bounce off my eyelids.

Then, like a movie, the image is blurred, as if it is zoomed in on. I squint, trying to decipher it. It’s clearly fire, but I can’t tell what’s happening. And that’s when the movie is zoomed out, and everything comes into clear focus. I gasp. No, please no.

It’s Beckham’s dead body.

He is tied to a wooden cross, similar to the one that burnt his face, with hot flames dancing around him. And next to Beckham is Prince, who is twisting a sword in his fingers arrogantly. Scanning the area, I know exactly where they are… the front yard.

If only I could get my body to move, I’d get to him, save what’s left of my baby, and preserve him forever with me.

My mind races. Why isn’t anyone coming to help us? The flames are large, so the smoke surely can be seen from town.Please, someone help us.

Your pleas areof no use here.

Prince then does the unimaginable.In one fell swoop, his arm rises, and the sharp blade is stabbed into Beckham’s neck, and in one clean slice, my vampire’s head is removed from his body. My foster brother chuckles, and with my hands still over my gaping mouth, he drops the sword and kneels, gripping Beckham’s head by his dark hair, before he rises to his feet proudly once more.