Chapter 2. Blood. Blood. Blood

BELLADONNA

His hand was sweaty in mine as we ran, and it was slipping away from mine. I screamed at him to hold on. To never let go. He shouldn't dare. If he did, I would kill him myself. 

But he reassured me that he wasn't letting go no matter what. He was going to always hold on, and that was all the reassurance I needed. It made me know it was all worth it. I was throwing my life away from him, my inheritance, and my future, so the least he could do was hold on. 

We were almost there. Just a little more, and we would be free. Just a little more. You could do this, Bella. 

But then a gunshot went off, and his hand slipped away from mine. I halted, my eyes going wide as I turned and there… 

He was sprawled on the ground, a gaping wound in his stomach, his unseeing eyes staring up at the dark sky. 

“No!” I screamed, crashing to my knees and crawling to him, my body shaking. It suddenly started raining, and I held my lover’