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WARNING!!! GORE MENTIONED (quite a bit) The wind rattled the blinds, and a gust of sharp air swept into the room. Chloe shivered, huddling to keep Jaylen warm, she could hear his raspy little breaths, struggling to keep alive. "Shh, you'll be fine," Chloe whispered even though she didn't believe it herself. The floorboards groaned under the weight of her and Jaylen, she ran her finger down the old musty wood thinking of possibilities that could have happened, whatever they were, they must have been better than this. She flinched as her eyes darted across a thin shawl that covered a deep gash in Jaylen's side of his abdomen. Chloe hated to think of the possibility of him surviving this wound, or what effect it would do on his family. She couldn't admit to herself that if he died she would be permanent damage for the rest of her life. He played such a major role in her life and affected her so much that life without him would be so... strange... She would have never gotten the chance of telling him her feelings. She probably should have seen this coming earlier on in life, both of them enjoyed spending time together other than spending it with someone else. Chloe thought about this for a moment before snapping back into reality, she heard something from outside, but quickly lost interest. Jaylen's breathing was getting more ragged, she lifted the shawl despite that every time she looked at the cut she wanted to throw up. Raising the shawl every so carefully she could see the mangled mess of flesh and blood underneath the shawl, gagging Chloe lowered the cloth clutching her mouth. Jaylen did a sort of hiccup, Chloe leaned in looking at him, his skin was pearly white, she could see an outline of his bones. He was losing blood fast. Panic started arising in Chloe's chest, "Stay with me Jaylen, please don't die, not now, not after everything we've been through together," Chloe held his hand, Jaylen's eyes opened a sliver, mumbling something and then his eyelids dropped, "Jaylen!" Chloe eyes flashed with fear, "Stay with me, I'm right here." The curtain surrounding the bed swayed when a gust of air swept into the room as if singling the announcement of something. Heavy footsteps suddenly could be heard from outside the door, Chloe stiffened twisting around at the door. The doorknob rattled, Chloe tightened her breath while the door swung opened. His eyes reminded her of dark tunnels that never ended, his wiry body towering above her, his beard was matted smeared with mud. Chloe froze, her eyes darting to the floor that was covered in a nice thick layer of dust wondering if it would be her last time ever seeing dust. In July, 1834, a blood curdling scream could be heard across the mountain range in a small town in Great Britain. It also happened that on that day two residents living there, Chloe Levine and Jaylen Hayes, went missing, never to be seen again. The only evidence was a note scribbled on a piece of paper found in the House of Crowley, the letters read 'I'm sorry, I should have listened, you were right'.