Warning: Kind of creepy
The young woman fought her heavy limbs to pick herself up from the ground. Her cat-like eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. The end of the tunnel disappeared into the darkness not far ahead, freezing air whistling toward her from that direction. The walls were covered in what she thought was ice, but when she reached out a tentative hand, the white frosting pulled like spiderweb. As she drew her hand away, thin strands stuck to her fingers like glue. A panicked whine escaped her and she pulled at the webbing. It untangled from the wall, slowly revealing a trapped, pale hand. She gasped softly and put an instinctive hand to her flat abdomen, though she couldn't remember why the movement was significant.
Her eyes trailed upward, slowly making out the curves of a body beneath the webbing, wrapped in white like a mummy. The girl's fingers reached up on their own to the round shape of a face. She gently moved the web aside. Soon, murky eyes that had once shone like सोना stared blankly at her. Her husband's face was slack in death.
A scream stuck in the teenager's throat as she stumbled away from the vampire's pale, फ्रोज़न corpse. Her back hit something soft on the opposite wall. When she jumped away, webbing clung to the young woman's skin and came away from the corpse. She could see just enough of the young man's face to make out her brother's familiar features.
The young girl's face stung with freezing tears as she ran away from the dead. Her legs carried her past several और body-shaped mounds in the wall, haunting her with the possibilities of who else she loved had fallen victim to the mausoleum of spiderwebs.
The hallway suddenly ended at a cliff. She slid to a stop, but the frigid wind yanked at her limbs. She clawed for the ground as it slid away under her claws. Screams stuck in her throat as she fell freely, then nearly choked her as she smashed into the icy bottom. She lay on her back, gasping for breath that froze her lungs.
"Weak." The word विभाजित करें, विभक्त करें through her skull like an ice pick. The young woman clutched her head, curling up into a protective ball. "I expected और from a tri-bred."
"I-I'm not a tri-bred," she argued breathlessly. "I'm only a hybrid." The air seemed to be freezing, the oxygen no longer reaching her lungs. The deprivation made her headache worse. A kitsune father and demon mother equaled a nogitsune. That was two supernaturals, she thought, but the math was difficult to be sure of in her foggy mind.
"You forgot vampire," the feminine voice mocked.
"But your child will be. And right now, your body is his body," she replied in the darkness.
The girl gasped at the reminder of her child and rolled over onto her stomach, as if that could protect it if the voice were to materialize from the darkness and claw at her womb.
The ice against her front sapped the last of her strength from her body. When she laid her head down down, she saw a slim, vertical form, beneath the frosted glass, just beside her face.
"The curse I placed on your grandmother was to wipe out her children," the voice continued. A clicking like heels echoed across the ice, growing closer.
But the young woman couldn't look away from the shape under her. It called to her like an answer on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach. She tried to wipe away the frost to see under the ice. "But you've fought it so long that आप think you've found a loophole? A tri-bred like me?"
The young girl started to scratch at the ice when another voice echoed in the darkness, "You really want to be telling her all this?" It was male, deeper, but young, and for some reason it made the girl scratch और vigorously at the ice to get at the sword that was trapped just under the surface. Her claws broke and skin bled bright red onto the white surface.
"Relax." Thin fingers suddenly grasped the girl's chin and forced her to look up, away from the sword. The instant her eyes met the woman's, the chill of Death ripped the last of the feeling from her body.
Her captor's eyes were darker than a skyless night. They sucked in all the light and her gaze, making it impossible to look away, to see the rest of the face of this other tri-bred who wanted her baby dead. "She won't remember any of this when she wakes up," the voice teased. "Have आप found then yet?"
"No, she's hidden herself well."
"No matter. We'll try again tomorrow night. And the next, and the next, until we find them."
The hand released her, and Ana wrenched upright with a gasp. The बिस्तर was soft beneath her, warm with hers and her husband's body warmth. She stared down at her stomach, but couldn't remember what her दिल was racing away from या why the ends of her fingers bled.