She is gone. Now that Zinnia was gone, I could feel the empty place inside of me that I never even knew existed. How could she mean so much to me? It frustrated me to the cold, bitter core of my being. I should have told her that I wanted to go with her but after what I saw I didn't know what I wanted. Now that she is already gone, I know for sure that I would follow her to the end of the world if that is where she wanted to go. On the other hand, I am not sure whether or not I would follow her beyond the end of the world, and according to what I witnessed, she wasn't part of this world anymore. The human world. (Could it really be true? No, it couldn’t. It shouldn't, but... If it was true, is she really going Ťhere?!) "Sick joke!" I yelled to the heavens above. "Who are you talking to, dude?" I jumped around, ready to attack, because for that instant, I let my guard down. "Dude, seriously, you should cut that shit out. You look like a diseased animal, and it's like
At last, I was home, I banged the door behind me and slid down to the floor. "How can I be so pathetic?" "Eric...what's wrong dear?" I saw Johanna hurrying towards me from the kitchen. Her face was as white as snow, worry written on every line. "Hey, Nanna, I'm sorry. It's nothing to worry about." I said, trying to reassure her. I laid my head upon my knees to hide the guilty feeling so very obviously coloring my face and neck. I felt her hands gripping my biceps, and she pulled me up. She didn't loosen her grip till I was seated on the couch. She gave me a look to say stay and then disappeared back into the kitchen. She entered the living room carrying two cups filled with a thick, scarlet substance. "Drink it will make you feel a little bit better. It's still fresh and hot. " I took a sip hesitantly before gulping half of it down. I didn’t realise I was that hungry until it touched my tongue. "Now, tell me what is wrong." I stared into those shimmering eyes. She always
I was inside the kitchen in less than a second, ready to protect my grandma from anything threatening to harm her in any way. She was staring at something outside the window and then screamed; "You! What do you want?" I looked to see what she was staring at, and then I saw her. A gasp from my lips echoed my grandmothers. She smiled and disappeared. Then, a soft knock came from the front door. The knock was only slightly audible, but it felt like the vibration went through the entire house and into every fiber of my being. My grandma twirled around and stomped to the front door. She unwillingly swung the door open. She just nodded, and worry filled her expression. "Come in, I'll quickly get us something to drink. You look exhausted and worn out." My grandma was good to anyone, even her enemies. "Thank you, Johanna. I ran all the way from Central City to bring you the news first." I stared at her slack jawed. She came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Eric," she nodde
It felt absolutely wonderful to ride again. It is absolute freedom, all things forgotten. No stress, no pressure, no nothing, just you and your magnificent partner galloping, wind flying. That moment when you and your horse become one is the most amazing feeling of unity and trust. A feeling you can get nowhere else, search high or low. I have forgotten just how I loved to ride. The one thing that kept me from enjoying it fully was my thoughts that kept returning to Eric. No matter how much I tried to fill my brain with nothing but my surroundings, he would just pop up out of nowhere. I haven't opened the box that he gave me. I could feel it burn against my thigh, inside my jeans pocket. I wanted to open it, but at the same time, I wanted to get rid of it. To toss it into the bushes or be a drama queen and very dramatically let it fall into the ocean, tears streaming from my eyes. I was too damned nosy, though, and my curiosity overpowered miss’s drama queen as per usual. A sa
“Justine, what’s wrong?” I stumbled a bit over my own tongue. She held up her finger to silence me, her eyes flickering all over the place. I looked behind me and strained my eyes and ears to look and hear further and all over the place and to hear whatever she might be hearing, but I didn’t know what to look for. I couldn’t hear anything else unnatural except for the beating of my own heart that was pounding loudly. Her expression fell and grew more grave by the second. The fear inside me grew more demanding. I could feel that little fearful girl inside me growing wanting to take over, I tried to force her back into her box, but it was very hard. Justine dropped her hand and relaxed a little, but I could still see the fear in her eyes when she said; “Something is terribly wrong. I can sense it in the atmosphere and in the aura surrounding the building. The air is very much disturbed.” “What do you think is wrong?” And then that little girl took over; “Is dad okay? Where is he?”
"Daddy, no!" At first, it was only a whisper, but then it grew louder and louder, more incoherent as I became more hysterical. Tears were running down my cheeks. The one following the other without a break, like they were running a marathon. I couldn't stop them from escaping. The snot started dripping from my nose. Joining and mixing with my tears. As I licked my lips, without thinking, I could taste the saltiness from my tears and snot. I didn’t care, though. Only one word echoed through my brain and lips. "No, no, no, no!" I ran from one room to the other, at an inhumane speed, the grief fueling every step, not pausing to check the rooms properly. I didn't realize at the time how strange it was that I was running through a castle, staggering through door after door, but there was no one in sight. I heard Justine and William behind me. They were shouting something, probably trying to stop me or slow me down, but I only ran faster. I just couldn't stop. Even though I knew deep
As I opened my eyes, I realised we were in my fathers house. I recognised the room only slightly because everything was still dancing around my vision. This was the room I slept in during the summer vacation here with my dad. "Why couldn't you wait!" I yelled but it only came out in a whispered sob. My birthday was tomorrow and now my dad would not be there. My body suddenly started twitching, my head started throbbing, my brain was on fire and it felt like it was growing in my skull, my skull split. My eyes burned, I could feel the burning moving down my face. Hot, sticky, wet liquid was running out of my eyes, out of my nose and out of the corners of my mouth. The burning ran down the length of my body. I could feel it reaching my fingers, running down my legs to my toes. It was burning my me from inside out. I felt my body sizzling and changing under the pressure of the heat. I felt myself fading into unconsciousness as the pain got worse by the second. I wanted to die. It
We fell, slid, and rolled once, twice, three times. Glided another few meters before we came to a halt. When I opened my eyes, I saw this giant black wolf as big as a bear pinning me to the ground . The hatred burning in his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes were almost palpable. He growled, warning me. I let out a breath, I didn’t realise I was holding. I could see that he was out for blood. And that is when I relaxed in his grip. This was my chance, the easy way out without having to do it myself. Extending my neck, giving him better access to my throat, but my eyes never left his. Inviting him. I could see in his eyes that he was considering his choices; getting rid of me quickly or making a game out of it. I at least wanted to die quickly and as painlessly as possible. “Please do it as quickly as possible.” I tried not to sound so pathetic but failed. I closed my eyes and waited for the sting of theeth or claws ripping out my throat, but it didn’t come.... yet. I opened
"Evening son." I could hear the suspicious tone in my mothers voice, coming from the darkness. I looked around and saw she was in her room. There was only one reason for this summons. "Evening mother." I greeted her."How are you?" (Cut the crap) I thought to myself, she has never cared for one of us. She was stalling or buying time. "Same as always." I shrugged. "Is the job done?" I could hear the threat behind her words. (No mother, I fell for the girl that I had to kill. But guess what, I won't be killing her. I will be taking her with me, and we are going to disappear. Somewhere, no one will find us. I haven't told her yet, but I don't think she will have a problem with it, even though she probably will. So, mom, what do you think of my plan? Do I have your blessing? No, I have never had your blessing for anything, have I...) She interrupted my mental conversation. "Well?" I could hear the supressed anger in her tone. "She is probably dead." I lied. "What?!"
I could feel her, I could feel what she was feeling and exactly where she was in the house. We created a blood bond by accident, with her blood running through my vains and my blood running through hers. If I didn't know about the blood bond, she would be able to feel me as well. Fuck I didn't realize that she actually pierced my skin and swallowed some of my blood. It felt fucking amazing though. Even though it was the first time for me, I still had the advantage of knowing about it. Knowledge was power. She was still so innocent and knew so little about our world. I could feel her yearning for me, and I could also feel that tint of confusion. I could guess what she was trying to figure out, but how I wish I could read her thoughts now. I wanted to go to her, but I couldn't. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wonder what she would think if she knew that I was supposed to kill her. If she knew that my mother killed her father, and now the son has to kill the daughter
I was afraid that I would be a cat again once I opened my eyes, but it was a great relief to see that I was still human. When I looked at him, he was still asleep, which probably meant that it was still daylight, and I got excited prematurely. That would explain the absence of furr. His arm and leg were draped over my body, and it tightened around me when I tried to slide out underneath it. After a moment of contemplation, I tried again, but his arm tightened around my waist again. "I need to use the bathroom." I whispered. "Hmm." he replied, but he did not let go. "I need to pee!" I said louder. Still nothing. "Oi! I need to piss!" I hissed and gave him a wet willy. His eyes flew open instanlty, and he let me go. I jumped over him and grapped his T-shirt before dissapreaing into the bathroom. It was pure relief as I emptied my bladder just in time. Then it hit me as I felt the tenderness in and around my vagina, I just gave my virginity to an egotistical, abusive, evil
He pulled me closer and deepened the kiss. His arms encircled me, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his legs intertwining with mine. His thigh was grinding against my vagina and the friction made me lose all good sense. I was a fumbling, mumbling mess, and all I wanted was that feeling of skin to skin contact. I tried to unbuckle his belt but my hands would just not work proparly, my fingers were dumb and clumsy and I could just not get the right place to pull or push to get the damned thing off. So I skipped that and pulled his shirt over his head. When our lips met again, I went back to his belt to find that it was already unbuckled. He smiled against my lips, and I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment. I hoped he could not see the pink line tinting my face. But he definitely saw it, he started humming the tune; 'pussycat, pussycat, I love you.' while tracing the pink line over my nose and cheeks. His fingers brushed over my lips before he kissed me
I shook my myself a few times, but my body refused to function correctly at that moment. He placed a bowl of milk in front of me, but I just gave him a look of pure disgust. I could not believe that he thought he could buy my forgiveness for almost choking me to death. I knew that he could if he wanted to, but he needed to know that I was not a toy to play with. I have been that evil son of a bitches toy for too long and I will not be this one's. I would rather die than be someone's mannequin again. As soon as I could stand proparly without swaying, I walked to the bedroom, not sparing him another glance. "Women." He huffed after me. I could imagine him rolling his eyes at me. He came into the bedroom with a syringe filled with the milk. "Why do you have to make it so fucking hard." He asked as he scooped me up. I clawed and bit him but he just held on tighter. He forced the syringe down my throat and kept my mouth shut to ensure that I swallowed the milk down. As soon as h
He lost control of his emotions for a moment, and his aspect was rolling over him before he regained control, and he was back to normal. You could still feel the static of his anger in the air, though. An awkward silence filled the room. He was staring at his hands, and I was staring at him. Normally, I would not mind the silence, but this silence was actually becoming painful. "You should really put on a T-shirt." I immediately regret saying that, and he made it worse by answering; "Why should I hide all this?" pointing at his rock-hard abs. I should have kept quiet, but hell no, I started something. I threw my legs off the bed and started walking to the door before I said something I knew I would regret. "Where are you going?" He said, his anger rising once again. "If you do not mind, I would most surtenly not like to be squished by your big head." On the way to the kitchen, I said a little louder; "By the way, I ate your burger." "It was yours." He yelled b
I felt tired and wanted to sleep, but I knew I had to get out now. I knew he might be behind the locked door. I did not have the strength or speed I needed yet, but I had to try something. While I was still alive. I got a needle from the first aid kit in the bathroom and tried picking the lock, but it would not budge. I tried using a butter knife to pry the lock open, but that did not work either. So, I tried using the knife as a screwdriver. It was slow going, but I eventually got the screws out of the hindges. And then I ran, I ran like my life depended on it because it did. As soon as I stepped outside, I knew for a fact that my presumption was right. We were in the human world, and we were no longer in Pantelleria. I did not know where I was running. All I knew was I had to run. I didn't have the speed I needed or the stregth. I tried shifting but nothing, that part of the spell held strong. I was tired and my legs were burning but I kept running. I looked for a plac
Dentorion and Eric, this is who this guy reminded me off but it could not be. Dentorion was dead. The thing that disturbed me was the fact that he looked a lot like Eric as well. Eric, with white hair and taller, but the resemblance was there. This must be Dentorions son, the one that my dad warned me about. I can not remember exactly what my dad said except for the fact that the only thing people knew about him was that he was evil but no one really knew him because we was gone for a very, very long time. Some even thought that he was dead. "Why imagine getting down and dirty with me when you actually can?" he said with a smug smile and sent a wink my way. He opened his arms suggestively whilst walking towards me "I would not 'get down and dirty' with you if you were the last fucking person." I said turning back to the fridge. "What about the last vampire in our world?" "That is what I meant dumb ass." "What about the last vampire in our and the human world?" "Nope." "What
I was feeling woozy, and my head felt thick as the spotlight fell on me again. He readily and excitedly introduced himself as the spotlight fell on him. Cornelius always had one or other money making scheme and since he was in Victorianna's corner, he had a god complex. The darkness that filled him was palpable. With the god complex, it just became worse. It affected everything he touched. And hit was getting worse every day. Magic was his birth right, his talent, his passion, his occupation, and without it, he would be nothing. In between everything, I overheard that Victorianna was in his debt for something, and that is why he was untouchable.He would put a spell on me every time before we went on stage to ensure that I would not ruin his show or try and out him. He would use me and abuse me in any way he needed to do his show, and then I would disappear into a trap door when I was no longer of use. As a joke, I would fall without the ability to stop myself or brace m