Chapter Fifteen ~ Decapitated head
Freya Rose
Tristan stood in front of me with a ferocious expression. He snarled while he read out the note that had been left with the roses.
"I will see you very soon, you will be mine, Freya Rose."
I finally had to come clean, so I quickly explained to Tristan that I'd seen the guy with these flowers at our graduation.
"Freya, why didn't you tell me about this?" He asked me.
He sounded angry, but not at me, I think he was angry with the situation.
"I know I should have told you T, but I thought it was all in my head."
He sighed and replied,
"I know baby, this is all new to you. I should have told you everything sooner, then you would have known that he was real."
He glared back down at the note, and he looked as though he was deep in thought.
"Tristan, it's him, isn't it? The one that was in my house. Didn't you say he was a vampire?" I asked him with complete panic in my voice.
"Yes Freya, he's a vampire," he replied without taking his eyes off of the note.