★Anastasia★
Noah had gone to handle Marcia’s remains. I had offered to go with him, to stand by his side while he did what needed to be done, but he refused. He didn’t say it outright, but I knew he needed to do this alone. And so that meant I had stayed behind. I paced the living area of the estate as I tried to make sense of my emotions. Guilt gnawed at my insides like a parasite. Would Noah blame me? Would he hate me? I hadn’t gotten to Marcia in time to save her. Was it my fault? I had been given a glimpse of her fate, but it had come too late. What was the point of these visions if I couldn’t stop them from happening? What made the situation worse was that we couldn’t have a funeral for Marcia. As my Aunt had so eloquently put it – Marcia was a vampire. The documents needed to declar
