When John finally departed from the grip he turned around to check on Roselyn who fell asleep on the bed. John widened his eyes and his heart raced as he wondered if his bite was too intense and prolongated, if he killed her he would never forgive himself.

"Rose!" He whispered as his eyes filled with tears. He quickly grabbed her wife's wrist and placed two fingers on it to monitor if he could still feel her heartbeat.

He did, he sighed relieved, but then why wasn't she waking up?

"Rose... Can you hear me?" he attempted another call, his quivering lips begging for her to wake up but once again he received no answer from her making him worry even more.

***

"Rose… answer me." Roselyn heard John's voice echoing but in the dark dimension, she entered, the usual black room she couldn't recognize the surroundings nor the floor or the walls it seemed like she was fluctuating in the darkness.

"John!" she replied but her voice kept bouncing in the room and echoing, she couldn't be heard from John.

The last time she entered that tridimensional black room she linked with Sharon so she was expecting to see her. She wouldn't be surprised to find Sharon there again, maybe she was the one who pushed the snake creature to attack them.

The thought of Sharon made her stomach knot for the repressed anger she felt in her sister's regards.

A light appeared in the middle of the room and in a fraction of some seconds a woman appeared, a woman she had never seen before. The woman seemed in her 30s, she had beautiful shining red long hair, her eyes were of emerald green and few freckles in her cheeks. For her particular beauty seemed the kind of girl you find in fairytales.

Roselyn's eyebrows curved down confused, what was that woman doing there? Roselyn was taken back by her vision, was she in heaven and that beautiful lady was an angel?

She had never seen her before. Yet that woman seemed to gaze at Roselyn with a friendly smile as if she had known her for years.

"Roselyn?" The woman tilted her head to the side showing a toothy smile as she took few steps forward her.

"Yes?" She murmured quite confused.

"We are very proud of your courage and your capability to learn your powers." The ginger-haired girl said confusing Roselyn even more, who kept frowning her forehead and trying to recall whether she had never seen that woman but the more she focused the more she couldn't remember her.

That girl's facial traits were uncommon, if she had seen her she would have remembered her.

Maybe it was another trick of her mind just like the dream she had about Abigail wanting to kill a child. She was also very weak thus she couldn't trust her visions.

"You lost much blood, and your vital conditions are drastic." The woman proceeded to walk closer to her, her voice was more preoccupied and the woman touched Roselyn's shoulder teleporting her back to Kratez's residence.

Roselyn was standing in front of the sofa and was staring at herself and John from outside. She tried to remain composed on the surface when deep down what she was staring at made her shiver in fear. She could see her pale skin and her several wound, she shivered at that sight. It seemed so weird to look at herself from afar. John was crying laying his head over Roselyn's hand and sobbing.

"I am sorry… I am sorry..." he kept repeating over and over, Roselyn's heart tightened seeing John so demoralized. She involuntarily draw her hand over her chest and pushed against it. She could feel a slow heartbeat coming from both her body laying over the sofa and synchronized with her current heartbeat.

"I am still alive?" She questioned, feeling the warmth of the woman's hand dissipating when she lifted her hand from Roselyn's shoulder teleporting her back to the dark tridimensional room.

"Your body is fighting against dead Roselyn." The woman replied, "whether you remain alive only depends on you and your capabilities." The red-haired girl turned around to take few steps afar from her only to turn to glance at her one last time, her eyes sparkled in green and Roselyn felt her heart skip a beat as she began to fluctuate and arise from the ground.

Roselyn tried to stretch her hands in anticipation as an unconscious movement to try to hold on to something but the walls were probably too far and Roselyn could do nothing to impede her flattering around, the woman disappeared all of a sudden, and in few seconds the room disappeared as well and the surrounding shifted in her house.

The house was filled with objects her mom had replaced years ago and the walls were creaking and needed to be painted. Roselyn frowned her eyes as she walked closer to the mirror. The reflection she cast was of a younger Roselyn, probably only 15 years old.

She heard footsteps coming from the kitchen of her house and she turned around, she could hear some voices but couldn't understand clearly what the voices were saying. Driven by curiosity,

she took few steps forward to the kitchen making sure to remain hidden behind the wall not to be seen when she peeked to listen.

All of a sudden she felt someone touching her shoulder and she jumped for the fright only to turn around in jolt and find Sharon.

Sharon smirked, "knock knock, honey." She said in an annoying voice that wasn't promising anything good.

Roselyn rolled her eyes to the sky, and pointed a finger nearer to her lips, "Shush, Sharon." Roselyn murmured, gesturing to the kitchen trying to let her know she didn't want to be discovered.

But Sharon smirked even more widely as she giggled aloud, "mom, Abigail! come here!" Sharon screamed and Roselyn held her breath. Ginevra and Abigail from the kitchen reached Sharon in a fraction of a second and when they saw Roselyn they both dropped their jaws shocked like if they saw a ghost.

"She is still alive," Sharon said.

What was happening? Roselyn was so confused. Wasn't that a vision? If yes however Sharon knew she risked her life? And why would her mother and her sister be so surprised to see her alive? Roselyn sighed.

On Sharon's hand appeared a howdah pistol and Roselyn widened her eyes scared as her hands began to tremble. Sharon's face was calm and relaxed and like if she wasn't holding such a dangerous object, with her usual stern facial expression she handed the pistol to Roselyn.

She placed it over her hand but Roselyn for the fear moved her hands away and the pistol dropped to the floor.