My expression must have said it all and so much more because she suddenly looked frightened (how do I do that?).
I couldn’t control my temper at that moment. I left her on the bed and stood in front of the window, I took a deep breath. And for a few heart beats, I concentrated on controlling my breathing. It was most certainly not easy, but finally, I could inhale and exhale normally. “I’m sorry, but how can you not know what I am?” (Damn, I thought I was an elf like my father. Finally, I thought there was someplace I was normal, and now I may not even be that. What the hell!) I turned around facing Justine. She didn’t look relaxed yet, so I gave her a little reassuring smile. “Were not sure because you’re of mixed blood. There are three possibilities: One your human. You ruled that possibility out by making the physical change, and as a baby, you had all the signs of a non-human baby. So we are certain you are not human. But…” “Why is there always a but?” I thought too loud. She just smiled and carried on. “Two you can be an elf or three. There is a possibility of you being a shape shifter.” I couldn’t help noticing her voice strain on the later part of her sentence. “Well…is that bad?” She smiled again, and this time, her smile was slightly strained. “If you are an elf, it will make life a whole lot easier, but…” “Again with the but” (Everything probably has a but because every race has a butt-I hope…) She just smiled again, looking a tad irritated and continued. “There is the chance you may be a shape shifter.” “A what?” “A shape shifter, you change form.” She said, looking irritated and now showing it. “Sorry is that bad?” “Seeing that the vampires and shifters declared war against each other, it may be the slightest of problems.” “Okay, I realized you used the plural for problem. What else is bad news?” I sounded exasperated. “Well it consists of more…much more training to control and use magic…” “Magic, what magic?” I interrupted her again before I could stop myself. (Magic? Is that good or bad?) She breathed out a sigh and seemed to grow older. “Mm, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” I asked innocently like a child expecting a scolding. She gave me a loving look and patted next to her, moving my weapons aside. I sat next to her. While she was hugging me, she said: “No Nia you did nothing wrong. It is just hard to explain 18 years of knowledge in such a short period of time.” “I’m sorry, you start, and I won’t interrupt till the end.” I took an imaginary key and locked my lips. She laughed at that gesture and started talking. “Okay where to start. First of all, when a non-human is born, the baby grows faster than a human baby. At least elves and shape shifters are mostly the same. The most prominent difference between them is the shifters change shape. There are certain boundary’s and rules to the changing of shape depending on your blood and “pride”. Elves are much better magicians. There are also limits on wielding magic depending on the elves' age, blood, and maturity. Elves and shifters are the two races closer to nature than any other race. “Elves and shifters can train to be as strong and as fast as vampires, but vampires are born strong and fast. Vampires can’t wield magic, but they can have special abilities. The special abilities are very limited, and it doesn’t happen often that a vampire has a special ability. The vampires’ strength lies in the ability’s they possibly have and their age. The older the stronger, the stronger how much faster. Most importantly, the older the wiser. The elder normally is the ruler. “Vampires can not wield magic. Elves, shifters, and witches and wizards can. “Elves and shifters have been companions for centuries while the vampires have declared war multiple times over thd centuries. The werewolves are not enemies of the elves and shifters but… it is a bit more complicated… they are the enemies of some of the vampires… “I will have to come back to that later or you will learn that in school it is part of our history but what I can say now is their relationship is like that of dogs and cats. Some dogs and cats get a long while other dogs and cats scratch each other’s eyes out every time the opportunity presents itself. “Now we- the elves and shifters- have tried declaring peace, but their current leader made it very clear that peace was not in their plan. The vampires at this very moment are waiting on the fit, blood born king to come home and take his rightful place. When this “blood born king” takes over, we will try again to declare peace, but until then, we will have to wait.” She took a long breath and waited for a minute before she continued; “There are so many races; there are the vampires, elves, shape shifters, werewolves, witches, wizards, dwarves and many more magical creatures- as your world calls it- but there is also some races not even known yet. “Elves and shifters, luckily, have the same lifeline. We are immortal, but we grow fast till the age of five. The reason for this is self-defence and training. After five years old, we grow at a human pace until seventeen. At seventeen, you undergo your physical changes. At eighteen, your mental changes start, and that is when your magical abilities show themselves and you stop aging. That is why we have to leave for Pantelleria before you turn eighteen.” She hesitated for a while, trying to decide on how to continue. “Your magical abilities can get out of hand if you don’t know how to handle or control it. Some have even lost their lives without the proper training, and some have killed accidently. That is why it is so very important to learn the basics before you gain that magical ability even if there is a chance you will not have the ability to wield magic. “Witches and wizards learn from birth because it is their way of defence or even attack, they also train to gain physical strength but they mostly rely on their magic because their physical strength is parallel to that of a human’. Their magical abilities differ as well. Mostly, their magic is stronger and more prominent depending on the blood line. Some are even born without magic.” She looked a little remorseful, and I didn’t need to ask why. I could imagine what would happen to someone without any way of defending themselves. In one word - meal. “Our history is a very long subject that is dated back century upon century. Pantelleria is called so because it means lands’ end. Nobody comes looking for it, but those that do never find it. It is better that they never find it. It is better that a human stays far away from Pantelleria and the forest leading to its entrance.” She confirmed my suspicions. She looked absolutely exhausted now, so I decided not to ask her to continue or bother her with my questions, at least not until tomorrow. I had so many unanswered questions, and there is so much I wanted to know. Need to know. I felt so uneducated for this new world I was supposed to inhabit and apparently rule.I heard the front door slam and realised the time. My “family” was back. Justine must have seen the distress on my face. In a blink of an eye, she cleared up my weapons, laid back on the bed, and acted like she was asleep. For a moment, I thought she wasn’t acting and that she actually was asleep. Just as I was about to slip out, she said: “Remember tomorrow is going to be a long day, so come to bed early.”I glanced over my shoulder and whispered “Good night, Justine, I’ll see you tomorrow.”She was gone, sound asleep. Or so it seemed. I ran down the stairs, taking two at a time. She looked at me, shocked, but then she was scowling.“You! What do you want?” I just stared at her anger bubbling inside me. Not even a ‘hallo’ or even a ‘how was your day,’ no I’m not good enough for that.“I have a friend over, and she is staying for a while.” I said bluntly.“You didn’t even ask. How dare you disrespect me like that…?” (What the hell.) “Well, your husbands' little ho doesn’t ask you
For the past eight weeks, I followed the same ritual; Wake-up early to have a lesson on controlling my emotions and manage my strength but mostly my lessons consist of managing my temper-that was really short these days. Then, off to school, my main aim there is to dodge Eric. And go to classes as usual. The dodging went well except for my biology class, I skipped that class as much as possible or took a seat next to anyone whose partner was not there that day. I just didn’t know how to handle him yet or how to control my emotions around him, even with my training. When I saw him and our eyes met accidently, I could feel the horrible red tint on my cheeks that gave away everything. I could feel that warm touch and his soft lips, and I would wish for the briefest moment that I could feel that again before dragging myself back to reality and away from him. After school, I run home, and then my physical training starts. I had to learn how to yield my weapons, dodge an upcoming weapon,
Your majesty. King Nicolai. King Nicolai!” I heard my old friend William coming down the hall - well William is still very young, but he has lived and worked with me for more than a hundred years. William barged in and took a low, deep bow, “King Nicolai…”“William I have told you countless times to call me Nicolai.” I said, smiling at him.“What news do you bring?” he looked overjoyed when he said: “Your m- Nicolai. Justine contacted me. They will be arriving this evening.”“Oh William, that is wonderful news you bring. My daughter is coming home. I jumped up and went over to the balcony. I could see curious faces staring up at me; “Everyone, I bring wonderful tidings, my daughter; your future queen is coming home, tonight!” I smiled at the cheering that came to me from below. Then, I disappeared back into the room and clasped my hands together.“How wonderful my daughter is coming home. William, please start to get everything ready for her return. Everything must be perfect. Remem
(That old fool! It is time for the rightful queen to take her place.)The thought lingered in my brain, fuelling my anger, that was already at boiling point. I knew this day would come, and I am glad it is finally here. I was getting fed up with waiting anyway. Where was that damned child of mine? I sent for her hours ago. She knows not to let me wait. I could hear her footsteps at that very moment. Before my anger got the best of me. Then she silently stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. “The time has finally come, am I right, mother?” When she turned to face me, I saw the look of satisfaction on her face.“Yes, my daughter, the time has come, and soon you will be queen.” I said, smiling at my daughter.“Oh, mother, it will be perfect.” She purred. “The vampires will rule this pathetic kingdom once more. All the elves and good for nothing shape shifters will be where they belong, our slaves or in their graves.“Mother I can see it already. It will be vampire lan
It didn’t seem like he knew what I was talking about. Then he pulled away breathlessly. “Already, I didn’t think that it would be so soon.” the words rushed out as he exhaled. I knew that it was a rhetorical question, but I answered him anyway.“Yes, my love. If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to, but it will mean that we will never be able to truly be together.”I turned around dramatically, hunching my shoulders to make it a bit more realistic. I didn’t need this fool to spoil my plans. Especially not now when I was so close.As I knew he would, he came up to me and took me into his arms. It was comfortable and strong, but it discussed me to be so close to an elf. Eventhough I have been married to one for all these years, it was always just a means to an end. I reminded myself that this was also a means to THE end and that it would be over....very soon. Even with this reassurance, I couldn’t keep the revoltion from shivering through my body. When I felt his finger under my
"Mother, can she hurt you?" She asked, confused, baffled by my response to her insults to that hateful creature."Yes, unfortunately, she can." I whispered back, reluctant to admit my weakness."How is that possible, Mother? Who...whom can't she hurt?"I was most definitely no mood to play teacher. To defend my pride, I decided to explain to her; "She can not hurt your grandmother because she is older. You know strength lies within age. Jessamy is a few decades older than I am...""Actually, a millennium dear..." I swirled around at the sound of her mocking voice. "... Have your mother not told you that I was your fathers first love before she came into the picture."I heard the mocking tone in her voice. She didn't have a shrill, high-pitched voice you would imagine if you looked at her for the first time but that husky - I have a secret, come hither - girls voice that drove men wild with lust. I hated that tone in her voice so much. "Really, mother, is that the truth?" I could
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
"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