Turmoil of the mind
In all honesty, I should be dead by now. I should have died in that forest when Soren first found me, and my guts should be hung up as garlands around the great forest just like they would have been if he had met any other person that dark night, under the shadows of the forest where the moon had long since ceased to shine.
Yes, I should have been dead a long, long time ago.
Maybe, I already am.
Gone is the part of me that feared the vampires, the girl who followed the rules and did not stray close to the border. Dead is the angel who respected her council, who listened to her best friend when he told her: you must never trust a vampire. That girl seems very far away now, lost in the stream of time, and replaced by another: one who is unafraid, one who is bold, and one who is stupid- or perhaps brave enough to take a vampire Prince head on, regardless of the consequences. I am that very creature the angels swore not to be.