Novels by Itara13

The past few months have been a roller coaster. It has been nothing but stress and anguish. Physical and mental pain. I've had to endure so much therapy and so much attention that I can't hardly stand to leave this house anymore. I can't really even say my house, as it belongs to Dallas. It is no longer mine. My home is on the market. It was in terrible shape after the community rummaged it, investigations were conducted, and horror enthusiasts from all over broke in to take photos and party. That being said, lack of my own hone, confidence and privacy have lead me into a violent depression. One minute I am low, and the next I am literally ready to fight on short notice. My therapist threw a bunch of large terms out there, but I couldn't focus. I tire of being scrutinized and the entire time he inspected me I longed to jab an ink pen between his teeth to remove thst insufferable bit of kale. He became 'especially conc

"Yeah. Yeah. I will call you when I have updates. I promise, I am fine. She will be too. I'll call you again later. Yeah. I swear, alright? Love you too, bye. " The voice breaks me from my slumber, and I bolt up only to lose my vision. Something is in my arm. Im tied still! I feel stinging on my arm as I go back down, and alarms beep. It's Dallas. That's his voice. He can't be here, Kellan will kill him! "You...you have to...leave. Leave...he'll...""Hey! Shhh...shhhhhh. He'll do nothing. You aren't there anymore." I can feel tightness in my chest, and my breath quivers. I want to open my eye, but I'm scared. I'm afraid of what I might see. Feet rush into the room, and this finally is enough to make me look.Nurses. Nurses? An IV is hooked, barely, into my arm. The crappy hospital lighting is harsh and I groan as I blink away 'film' over my eyes

*Kellan's POV* "Alina!" I shout, as her body tumbles from the window. I rush across the room on instinct, but it is too late. She lays, sprawled motionless on the ground below and my breath catches. My chest heaves and panic sets in. I was willing to kill her, but couldn't do it. I had stalled and tried to talk myself up, but I couldn't. I had thought she was bluffing, but she had the fortitude I locked and she did my job for me. Creature barks and rubs circles in the room, confused, but sensing something wrong. "Alina!" I scream again. My mind is in two places. I want to rush down to her, to see if she's still with me. I also know I should run. If I can't save her, I am wasting time. She could be dead. Dallas was right, I need to get out of here. Squandering my time will only have let Alina possibly die in vain, but I don't want to leave her.

If my heart beats any faster, I will die. I just know it. My heart slams in my chest so hard that it's difficult breathe and remain quiet. I'm having issues getting enough air glow around the shirt, and my nose is stuffy from so much crying recently. Sweat freckles my forehead and I can feel most of me trembling. This is the moment I've both dreamed of, and dreaded. I'll either be free, incarcerated or dead soon I imagine. Kellan plants a chaste kiss on my forehead before answering the cellphone."Hello, Dallas." If I were a dog my ears would perk up. I try so hard to catch anything I can, but it's difficult to hear over my own heart."No. I found the dog, thanks for so thoughtfully returning him. How did you find me?""Aren't telling me? How bold. I see you've finally grown some balls. Let me put this in terms even you can understand. Y

Kellan stood hovering until I was able to drink the broth. I had it everywhere, but I clutched the cup for life unwilling to let him assist. Things were unsettling before, but they have went completely nerve wrecking now. He nearly killed me, twice, no three times. Again. And that was just the last day in the woods and chopping my leg off. Now he expects me to help him kill Dallas, all for a flash drive that I had planted in the box. How did he get it though? Didn't Kellan pack everything? Did he leave the box out for Dallas? "You're really going to meet him?" I ask, testing the water. Kellan laughs. "Fuck no. You think I'm stupid? You know he has been in cohorts with authorities now and that this is a ruse to get me out every they can ambush me. However you've mostly been ignoring me, and I knew this would get your attention. Now, that I

*Dallas's POV* Don't hate me, we go back in time a bit here. I exited the woods as quickly as I could, with emergency personnel on call and attempting to contact the helicopter that was scanning deeper into the woods. I quickly relay what I know about the policemen and direly injured Alina, and I pray they come quickly enough and with backup to apprehend Kellan and retrieve her safely. I hope she is right. She's never lied to me, to my knowledge, and she swore he didn't want to kill her. Still, I panic and regret my decision to listenvt9 her and leave her behind. I regret myself for being too legal minded to have just hunted that bastard down abd shot him. As I wait, and pick myself apart, an idea hits me. I retrieve my cellphone and pull my sim from it. I run as fast as I can to the cabin, and search for Kellan's truck. I could tuck my phone in it

Once I had changed and left the sanctuary of the restroom, Alec had captured my hand and lead me from the house. He said he had a place I mind that humans often frequented and that I would enjoy the food. The food was the least of my worries, I was just content to come along and be among others. I feel I can better control myself in the presence of others, and the anxiety of them lurking alone should keep me grounded. My heart thumps with foreign excitement, and my head floods with guilt. I'm confused, enticed, and angry with myself. How would Remus feel about my betrayal? It has only been months since his death, and here I am thinking of another."Aislaine?" I tear my eyes from the pavement and look to Alec."Alec?""Are you alright? You keep spacing out on me. Heavy mind?""Yes.""To which question?""Both..."

Well?" "You wouldn't be a bad choice, at all. I'm just not certain that I am ready to move on. Or to commit to anything for that matter." "You say that now, but you might beg me later. I'm just saying, we've become quite close. I don't want you to alienate yourself from me." He tucks my hair behind my ear, and I chew the inside of my lip not to say anything. Im not even sure how to respond. I understand what he is implying. And while I admit I have too felt some chemistry between us, and still hung up over the idea of moving on. It stills feels so wrong, and I fear being used. I want to have a being of my own, casual affairs don't seem appealing to me. Nor does the thought of possibly raising a pup alone, in the event he dropped me or found himself a mate.

The old couple sold out, and they gave me a bonus with my last pay as I helped them to pack into the large moving van. They gave me hugs, cheek kisses and a jar of honey from one of their friends. I was down hearted to see them go, but I understood that this was best for them. I couldn't however, feel like I was lost. Now there was no job, I'd have to find a new means of supporting myself in this world. Until I find a job that will accept me, I am spending much time with Alec and Evers. I've spent the past couple weeks meeting Evers for breakfast, or after her shifts for runs at the park. I figured out that humans prefer certain attire for this, after Evers called me weird for my running in the jeans. So I took a few dollars, as they call them, to buy a couple pieces that favor what Evers had. It felt nice to gain her approval, and I had to steady myself constantly to keep from outrunning even her heartiest jo

I have excelled at my job here, and I have stayed dedicated and useful these past few weeks. I've stored my pay, and handled it wisely. I'm really catching on to this human thing. I have a little phone now. Evers has shown me how to work it. I even complete my work fluently, and with time to spare. So much so that I even tend to the gardening and extra tasks that the older couple can find for me. In my down time I have taught the rabbit dogs how to stay on trail, and how to distinguish old trails from new. I have also found that I am being followed, and it is certainly not Alec. I set the gardening hoe against a pear tree, and I stand fully focused on the woodline just behind the garden spot. I cannot catch the scent, but I have heard it move. Not only have I heard it today, but I have heard it on my travel back and fourth and outside the patio area behind Moira's home. Just below my room. Even if I could not hear it, nor

I wake like a switch, my body lurching up onto fours as I seek out the light of the window to determine the relative time of day. I suspect Alec of meddling recently as his scent lingers too freshly to have been long ago. I examine the room for him, coming up empty, and decide to utilize the shower. I still have ample time. I successfully operate the water, adjusting the temperature to a nice steamy stream and I sigh in ecstasy. I could definitely get used to this thing. I take the time to let the conditioner soak as Moira had explained, and I'm delighted to see my hair is slick and smooth after it has rinsed out. I finish up and shake off before drying with the towel. I open and sniff several bottles of lotion before deciding on one that smells of fresh berries. I open the top to squeeze and it spl

"Aislaine! I'm relieved you found me. I was worried you'd get lost, I had forgotten about your sense of smell though. So, dear, I see you've found your bags. Your dress is still in the wash though, do you want to stay a bit longer?" "I really should be getting home. It's late and my friend is expecting me. I have to put in the application thing in the morning. Dinner was fantastic. I truly do appreciate all you have done for me today. We will have to do something again soon." "Oh come off it. You can at least stay the night." She dismisses me. "I've got spare rooms." I am dying inside to protest, but I decide to play along where I can sneak out with their guards down. Why is it so important that I stay? Does this have to do with Alec and her wise ideas? &

It is summer again, the months have flown by since Seraphine so valiantly pushed our son into the world. The sun beams overhead and a gentle breeze whistles through the branches of lush trees. Noxodion is shaded at his mother's breasts, having pulled up to nurse. I watch our boy as he feeds on wobbly legs, like a little fawn. His hands clutching Sera's blouse and his favorite lock of hair. A grey checked blanket is spread beneath us, and a basket of foods Seraphine I repaired sits opened from our lunch. I had suggested a picnic to lighten her mood. She has been down hearted all morning since Axar went to stay the week Ezekiel. He's becoming quite smitten with females, and he begged me in private for a week away from mama Sera's watchful eye. Seraphine is still not completely trusting of Ezekiel alone with the kids, and her nerves have been frayed every since. She believes he is pulling away, and worries he feels left out

The past couple months have flown by. After leaving Ezekiel's home, we came back to mine with the agreement we would visit him weekly. I wasn't sure he was going to miss most, Seraphine or Axar. Or even me. He has gotten noticeably closer to me the past few weeks, even coming to visit us instead and helping with the nursery. Often he would mess with Axar and swat a nail straight through the wall with his hand. Seraphine continues struggling to adjust to her limitations. She often becomes aggressive after being denied the ability to mop for the third time in a day or being told not to raise the furniture up to check beneath it. She has removed every speck of dirt or lint that could have existed here. She's also removed half the food, constantly starving and never quite full enough. Her stomach has doubled now and she's quite uncomfortable.Several times we have taken her into the city to

Behind Ezekiel's massive palace, lies a huge and intricate garden. We had followed him outside and through the labyrinth of pebble and stone paths. The flowers, having died this season, were replaced with greenery and shrubs that are winter hardy. Beside me, Seraphine pulls Axar into her body and rubs his arms to keep him warm. "You're a great mother, Seraphine." I lean to the side to whisper, careful not to drop Samael. She stops to look up at me, nearly yanking Axar over. I use my free hand to raise her chin and I lean down to give her a chaste kiss. "Never again will I ever doubt you. I'll spend the rest of my life to make this up to you." Her eyes are swollen and her face pale from grief and exhaustion, still the smile she gives me might be the most beautiful sight I've ever bore witness too.  

I watch from a distance as Ezekiel and Axar ease her onto the floor from her feet. Her sides heave and she seems injured and tired. She will live though, unlike my brother. I can't understand how this all happened, and I find it even more ludicrous that she would have me believe that Samael came to her aid. I want to go to her even still, but the look of grief across my parent's faces snuffs the idea. Still, I need to address her. I have to call her on her misdeeds.I excuse myself from my family, and I make my way over to her. Axar and Ezekiel have been healed by her hands save for Ezekiel's deeper wounds. The two work in tandem on Seraphine's now. I notice with her hiked top that her sides and stomach are bruised and welted. She appears to have a gash on her throat. Her arm is bruised and swollen. Her face is swollen."Seraphine." She looks up to me with vulnerability in her eyes. I'm certain to mask mine. I look blankly down on

*Seraphine's POV * I can hardly believe my eyes as Samael steps before me, blocking me from view and harm. Grief practically emanates from his pores. That's when it clicks. Mom. Despite all of his sins against her, he still loved my mother. But he has never loved me, has he? Why start now? He could never stand to be near me, and over the years I had stopped trying to make him bond with me. I don't quite know what to say to him, how to thank him or if I should, so I just hug him from behind. His arms shoot up in defense, and he stiffens for a moment to glance back at me. He reaches across his opposite shoulder to tap my head. "Ivara loved you. She always did, even before she knew you." He stalls for a second, knowing that we are safe with Narius charging. He will have their attention for a moment. "You are an alright kid." I squeeze

*Seraphine's POV* I scream, startled. The flesh across my shoulders searing as it tears away. I was so close, so close to this giant man who had set his sights on Axar. I fight to fling whoever us on my back away, desperate to reach Axar in time. He's just a child, not even old enough to drive! He shouldn't be here. This man has an ominous, sinister vibe about him that he commanded the room just by entering it. I don't have to guess what his intentions towards Axar are. Free of the pest on my back I leap onto this man's shoulders and I hit him with everything in me, as quickly as I can. I can feel myself being pried away from him as I let lose with as much force as I can muster, fluttering the man to turn to me. It's a horrible situation I find myself in, but in that moment I see Axar run for Alexavier. He was pale as a ghost as he made his d

"Mira, you are not serious? I'm fine you don't have to-" "I want to." I sigh. "Listen, I know we both wanted away from home and to just have a good time. Change of scenery...something...something is just wrong though, Chey. I can feel it. I don't feel safe, and I don't feel comfortable. I just want us to get home. It's boring, but I am scared. My intuition is screaming to the top of it's lungs right now." "Mine too, I just didn't want you to feel pressure from me." "No, I need to feel pressure from you. Always tell me how you feel. You are my best friend and I love you. If you ever feel uneasy, let me know. I was paranoid of hurting your feelings too, but in circumstances like this I just feel like we have to get home." "Promi

"You didn't see who did this?" I sigh and knead my temples. "No sir. I seen the shoe and nobody answered me, so I opened the door assuming someone was hurt...ugh..." It hurts to concentrate. My head is throbbing, and my nose broken. My sad little ladybug nose stud barely holding on to the swollen mess of my nose, slightly crooked from being reset. My brain swims, my head like a fishbowl and my thoughts are little more than random food flakes just settling to the bottom where they congealed and make no sense to me. I can still hardly decipher what happened. One moment I cracked the door to check and the next I had thought the man had leapt up and attacked me through the door. I had sworn I heard my name, but was it before or after the door had cracked? To my horror though, the man was alrea

*Abram's POV* I sit once more in my study, pushing thoughts around in my head. I seen her today, this girl who I'm going to kill. The girl who looks like Elsie, is blood to Elsie. Who smelled like her, moved like her, and who had the sane tiny white scar in her brow. I could have fell to my knees and wept. It's disgusting, despicable, and unnatural. This girl is not a coincidence. If it were looks alone, I could pass it off, but it's not. It is everything. Another thought comes to mind, but I scoff it away. "Abram! Sire, where have you been I-" I silence him with a hand. "I was with the girl. I found her." He swallows hard and looks away. "You didn't...you never-" "No. For no

I toss and turn but the scratching and thudding about the door, and now window keep me from my slumber. I'm starting to feel scared. Watched. As I think this, I see the curtains are not shut so I leap up, dizzying myself to fix this. My head spins the whole way across the room, pounding behind my eyes. "Frig. Friggity frig. Ughhh..." I rub my tenples and stop just short of the window. I reach for the curtain and nearly scream as a face flashes, and in an instant is gone. I shake my head, cussing, and I peer out the window again. I crack it about two inches and I bend down to speak through the crack. "Hello! Hello? If anybody is out there, you're a jackass you know. If you are a figment of my imagination, I'm an asshole and can no longer stand myself." I shut the window and hear Chey chuckling. "Come b

*Abram's POV* I had stayed in the study for days, turning over books and old paintings, consumed in thought. The dusty tapestry of curtains billowing in the wind of the slightly cracked window. The thick material of the curtain, obscuring some of the late evening sun, and the sky that's becoming a multitude of coral, pinks and orangey hues. The sunlight no longer bothers me, having become tolerant of it for decades now, but I have no desire to look at the sun. I run a finger along the large painting on the wall, my finger trailing the delicate curve of Elsie's throat. Beautiful. I sigh. Beautiful. But not alive, not here. No painting could ever capture the essence of the woman I loved. The dew of her skin, the way the angles of her face caught the light of lanterns and candles in dim rooms, the harmony of her heartbe

"Mira. Calm. We'll find it. It might be misplaced, how do we know anybody took it?" Chey tries to censor me as a fume and spill obscenities. "He just gave me bad vibes. He brushed right up against us and our belongings." "So did everybody else." I huff. "I can't explain. Thst man is just...off...he's not right. He's a strange man and I don't know why, but he is. I feel it. He had to have swiped it or knocked it away." I scan the room, leaping to my feet. I walk around our bench, examining our luggage contents and beneath us. I walk farther our, searching the floor and watching everyone's hand in suspucion. I'm not crazy, or at least that