Chapter 472: Chapter Four Hundred And seventy-two: She Can't Die

The third point of view:

Isabella was proud of herself for the fact that she could control her emotions. Control, balance, what was life without it? 

But then, the instant she saw Anabelle throw up blood, that control chattered the way a chandelier would upon touching the ground.

Her mouth opened wide and her lips trembled as she called that name, "Annabelle!"

It was almost as if everything happened in slow motion, one moment her cousin was standing, the next she was falling. 

Isabella quickly caught her in mid-fall, "Annabelle!" She shook her but the girl was unresponsive, vomiting black blood instead. 

"Shit, fuck it!" Isabella cursed, with no clue what to do. She was highly intelligent, but it seemed that moment that everything she ever knew flew out of her head.