Chapter 43

Alaric's Pov  "His name is Anselm," she said.  "Do you know him?" She asked, her eyes piercing into my skin as her face held confusion. Her eyes held worries, and her mind was clouded with numerous questions, but how can I not know him? His name, his name... his name can never be forgotten, not even in my grave. How could I ever forget someone who has been haunting me in my dreams for so long?  How could I ever forget the last memory of seeing his face before he died, or so I thought? How could I ever forget the way he hopelessly looked at me before I killed him? I killed him with my own hands without daring to quiver, and his last words have haunted me ever since.  "Ricky, how could you?" Those were his last words. Those words instantly sent chills down my spine. Those words are now replaying over and over in my head. I remember exactly how he sounded, and I remember how long his last exhale took. I remember the look of betrayal he gave me before passing out. before his lips turned bl