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 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
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 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 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 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
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
Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do!I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now?I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes.My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much!I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.I still remember the last moments at that hellhole called school. It was before the summer vacation, the last dance, I didn’t want to go to the last dance because since I was over weight (as per the outlook of our wonderful world) I was the “easy target” of the school, everyone made fun of me and no-one liked me but my mother made me go and of course this is what happened;I got this amazing, halter neck, Champaign color dress it was a silk river flowing down my body. It's just the perfect style to hide my ekstra pound or two. As I walked in and made my way to the table furthest
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
That evening, I made my way to Endresomera. I scanned the area and didn't see anyone on lookout duty. (Vigo must be on lookout duty tonight). I moved swiftly and carefully to my parents' place. No one was there, I felt a pang of guilt and worry bubbling up inside me. I could see there were traces of someone who lived there recently. But there was no one living there for a while, though. That worried me. My parents would never leave this house. A noise from deeper inside the house caught my attention. I quickly moved through the kitchen. When the most awful smell coming from the freezer distracted me. I knew I should not inspect it, but curiousity overpowered me. I needed to take know. I was instantly sorry about it. The awful smell escaped the prison of the freezer and filled the kitchen. There was no mistaking the smell of rotten flesh and that certain chemical smell that could only come from one killer. Death Dogs killed this poor girl... but why is she in my parents' freez