The Devil Inside.

Chapter Twenty Two.

Blaire's fingers clawed at Catherina's arms in an effort to get her off and push her but it was no use. Catherina was to strong. She felt life slipping by, the darkness consuming her. Giving into her heavy eyes, she let them flutter closed.

Catherina yelped as she was suddenly yanked off the girl and pinned to the wall. Her mouth dripping in blood. She gripped the hand around her throat and looked at the person who attacked her. 

Andrew.

"How in the world did you get free?!" She chokes, digging her nails into his flesh. Andrew's eyes were blazzing in furry. 

"Now you listen to me," He hissed, clearly ignoring her question. "I'll let you go but if I ever see you around here again."  He moved closer to her face. "I'll kill you myself."

"Okay, got it, got it!" She fell to her feet when he let go of her throat. She smirked at him like it never happened. Her brown eyes becoming blue, her olive skin becoming creamy pale, her dark chocolate hair becoming blonde in locks. Her clothes forming back into her white t-shirt, leather jacket, tight jeans, and boots. 

Andrew stared at her, his breathing still very heavy. She was gone in a flash.

He turned towards Blaire's body on the floor and looked at the blood running down her neck. His throat burned instantly at the sight, but he ignored it and picked her up, and had her on the bed in seconds flat.

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Blaire was running down the long hallway. "Someone, help!" She screamed and ran into the next room on her right, only to give another long hallway. She was breathing hard, she looked around, in hope he hadn't found her yet.

She continued to run and run, her feet hitting the marble floor, making a click each time and it echo's. She finally reached the staircase and super walked down it, glancing back up. But she stopped when music entered her ears and the things around her began to come less scary.

Her brown eyes landed on the figure in the middle of the room. He was wearing a tux. His hands holding one another. His usual messy black hair neat. His blue eyes beautifully shimmering.

It made her breath get caught in her throat. She watched the man walk closer to her and hold his hand out.  

Blaire eyed it and then she noticed. She was in a dress. It was a beautiful long white dress that hit the floor and dragged from behind her. Her hair was curly. Not straight. 

"May I have this dance?" His voice was smooth, sexy. It made Blaire's eyes shoot up to his face, seeing...

Andrew. 

But even so, she heard herself saying. "Of course," and she took his hand.

They walked towards the middle of the huge room and Andrew pulled her closer so their bodies were flushed upon one another. His hands were on her waist. Her arms were around his neck.

Blaire looked around the room and forgot why she was running earlier in the first place. She giggled as Andrew's lips brushed on her ear, tickling her.

She felt so safe. So protected. She wanted to stay here. In his arms. Forever.

"Blaire." She pulled her head back and looked up at Andrew. But he wasn't the one who talked.

"Blaire." It came again, but not from Andrew.

Blaire felt herself waking up and she cried, clinging tightly onto Andrew. "No! I don't want to go!" She cries.

"Blaire, come on, wake up!" The voice was now annoyed.

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Blaire gasped. Her eyes shooting open, coming face to face with the one she didn't want to really see right now...