Elena was cradled by the wall when something stirred around her neck. It was an itch at first, but it grew into a desire for something she had no comprehension of. She could feel the blood rush to the mark on her neck, the urge to be bitten suddenly taking the hold of her.
Restless, she stood up and started pacing back and forth. This feeling... It was strange yet calming at the same time. The only person she had in mind was Gabriel. His scent never felt so strong!
'I need to get out of here,' she thought, tightening the grip around her hair. She had never been this impatient her entire life. But one thing she was certain of, she needed Gabriel now more than ever.
But this place... There was no exit! She searched around for the umpteenth time to no avail.
'...a prison of your own making...'
The words echoed in her mind. If this was a prison of her own making, then it meant she was trapped within her own mind. But how would she escape from herself?
