Annabelle slowly came back to reality, only this time, she found herself in a different room, a sinister glint rested in her eyes, they can't fool me she said to herself scoffing.
She wasn't sure when and how she got here, but she knew deep down it couldn't be good. This cannot be the beginning of the trial the ethereal mentioned could it, she thinks to herself.
As she looked around the room, ultimately leaning and putting all her weight on the left leg, something on the wall caught her eye, it's a picture of Elijah and Cutler together in an embrace, the frame was so small anyone could miss it.
Elijah's face glow with genuine happiness that he looked different in the picture compared to the moment he shared with Annabelle.
Annabelle frowned not understanding why the relationship of the two in the picture scream family. Then, her mind drifted back to the time she met Elijah, rethinking if she missed any clue.
Distracted by hunger, she staggered and fell to the wooden floor, hitting her head on the sharp edge of the table she didn't notice all along, her eyes danced in circles that everything appeared In two's.
Hissing, she rubbed the red spot, using the table as a support to get back up. She froze, on the table was pancake, a bottled prune drink, two cupcakes , a mug of water, this must be a dream Annabelle said.
She licked her dried lips, her stomach rumbled, groaning for food. She bent over in discomfort, unsure if the food was safe to eat or poisoned, the corners of her mouth turned down.
Feeling drained, tired and hurt, Annabelle knew she is in a desperate need of food to recharge, the inside of her stomach was on fire and the only water to her fire is food.
As the clock struck, she turned in fear to the direction of the wall clock the same time her sister darted through the door, her eyes were bloodshot like she just fought a battle, she maintained the creepy smile on her face.
Annabelle's heart was pounding with excitement, and a mixture of fear & curiosity laced in it, wherever there is Phoebe, trouble follows.
You stink of fear, Phoebe said with cheap pride.
I can't deny the fact that I am quite open minded with my emotions, Annabelle shrugged.
Phoebe with her right elbow, hit Annabelle on the face, she fell to the floor, spitting out blood while coughing and holding her side tightly.
Next she stepped on her left fingers and pressed on deeply in circles, the brightly lit room was slowly turning dark, the sudden change of atmosphere made Annabelle take a quick peek, she noticed the new demonic tattoo on her sister's wrist.
She smiled knowingly.
What is so funny? Phoebe asked, kneeling and pulling Annabelle hair backward with force, care to share the joke little sister, she spat with venom in her tone.
Annabelle tried to scratch Phoebe's hand to free herself but phoebe had other plans, she turned Annabelle around and dragged her to the balcony with her hair.
Annabelle cried out in pain, she was slowly loosing her voice to the lack of strength she battles with, her old wound reopened, she mumbled some curse words.
Phoebe released Annabelle's hair, but before Annabelle could crawl away, she grabbed her wounded hand pressing on the wound with all her strength, she twisted it until she heard a Crack.
Satisfied with the result she let go only after she confirmed Annabelle was in pain, but Annabelle wasn't backing down, she laughed and spat blood on Phoebe's feet, sloppily grinning.
Phoebe was fuming she didn't wait to hear Annabelle's reasons for smiling before she knocked her out cold.
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