Adrienne went to the village center to buy replacements for bulbs in her house. Sadly, it must be one of the forgotten things Golier Frank, the cottage owner, failed to mention to her when she arrived in her new house. Oh well, it was just a minor glitch that he neglected to inform her about.
When she opened the light in her bathroom, it was absolutely off. So, she had to relieve herself in the loo without the lights on. When she opened the light to her bedroom to change into her clothes, it wasn’t working as well. That was two. She would have expected that when she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, she could switch on the light on the ceiling but only darkness greeted her as well. It was only the fridge that provided the light.
“Well, damn. Am I not pissed to find the lights not working,” she muttered to herself as she drank water. So, with the incident that every part of her room appeared to be dead with light she went to check the
Three years had passed since Adrienne Mallory first stepped foot inside the secret village of Aardwolf leaving Emrick Castle and her home back in Ardelean Village. Many things had happened and changed in those passing years. She was no longer alone like when she first arrived at the place. Despite that, she was more than happy now and quite content living a peaceful life inside the quiet town that she now considered her home. She had just been from the market carrying a brown bag and a large white bag full of vegetables and fruits and other foods to prepare for her son’s third year birthday. The sun outside was as bright and cheerfully sunny as it could be. It was spring so flowers were in full bloom and every petal shone and smiled as she walked back to her small cottage. She entered the small gate of her house and crossed the stone pavement built at the center of a grass lawn front yard. The front lawn with its bright green grass was occupied with two p
Rune’s third birthday celebration was delightfully celebrated by the adults inside the cozy house that Adrienne had built for herself and her son. They enjoyed the abundant cooking that Mrs. Lucian especially prepared for Rune and they helped themselves to the vanilla chocolate cake that Marcus leisurely created for the little boy. The little boy was changed to a red shirt and black pants. The red and black colors were chosen by Rune himself. He always immediately smiled when he sees red or black just like how he easily smiled more when it’s already dark, as if dusk and night were his best friends. But who wouldn’t be surprised by that? Some had an idea who the little boy with raven wave hair and blood-red eyes was while the rest of the village simply disregarded who he was. For he was young and he wasn’t dangerous to their eyes. More to the fact that he was strongly doted by the strongest clan in the village, the Lucians. When Adrienne Mallory came to Aardwolf Villa
“What are you looking at Rune?” Marcus asked the toddler who was looking curiously at a dead black creature on the ground. “Come here.”He said reaching his arms out to the toddler who looked up to him. He lifted Rune in his arms.“A family, I see. What a lovely sight to behold,” said Alaric in his usual icy tone. “Only you are holding my son, werewolf.”He said sharply.Adrienne who was taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of the monster she had long forgotten three years ago looked at him in anger. She could only remain frozen in her position crouched on the ground. Her gaze narrowed upon seeing him.It was as if the shadow that cast her from her position wouldn’t measure to that sudden darkness that she immediately felt upon seeing his face. It was enough to ice her heart and burn her eyes at the sight of him.“Alaric.”She said, her voice devoid of
Adrienne went to the village park with Rune for an afternoon play. The sun was a burst of bright golden sunshine on the ground. Birds chirping were heard above the trees that were surrounding them. The sky was as blue and as clear as it was above. Some white birds flew in the sky. There were a few kids who were flying kites in the sky. The afternoon breeze was warm and the wind occasionally blew. Adrienne watched over Rune while he played with sand in front of him where the sun was shaded from him. Other kids were also playing beside him with their plastic shovels and colorful pails in front of them wearing hats or caps or not on their heads while their families were seated either by the swing or on a cloth-covered ground watching them. The squeals and laughter of the children could be heard everywhere. A balloon vendor was selling his colorful stringed floating objects to one side where the cotton candy man and an ice cream vendor was also clinging his bell to attra
“Nimue, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” said Adrienne looking at her back while her friend Nimue has Rune comfortably sitting on her lap. The godmother and the toddler were sitting on a couch with Nimue holding a picture book for Rune to read. She had to go to the market to buy food for their lunch thinking if she needed to bring Rune or not with her to the market when Nimue happened to drop in her house and nonchalantly volunteered to look after his son. Adrienne reached for the doorknob and opened the door. She was greeted with more than a surprise to see the pavement from the gate to her door were aligned in thick columns of every kind of red flowers, from tulips to roses, to orchids, to carnations, to starflowers, every red-colored bloom that Adrienne can think and named of, beautifully displayed on basket woven containers. Even the ground had red and pink petals scattered everywhere. “Miss Mallory?” asked a young man with curl
"Alaric!!!!!!!” screamed Adrienne as she watched the raven-haired young man open the gate and walk towards her in a nonchalant stride of his long legs. “You impossible man!” “So, you finally admit that you missed me, witch?” Alaric’s cool demeanor irritated Adrienne so much, she stomped her feet and slammed the door to his face when he was about to reach her at arm’s length. “What are you doing, Adrienne? Why did you slam the door in my face?” He asked rapping on the front door. “Aren’t you supposed to run and kiss me upon seeing me in flesh after a month’s absence?” Alaric said behind the closed door. “You are impossible!” she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. Adrienne crossed her arms and braced herself. She was so ready to punch and kick the vampire who created her a month’s worth of blood and gore. “You really think I would jump into you in an embrace upon seeing you, Alaric?” Adrienne asked, her voic
“What are you doing, Adrienne? Why are you not going down yet?” Alaric’s cold voice broke Adrienne’s reverie as she looked at the magnificent castle before her. She was looking at the towers and turrets of the castle and the red curtain drawn behind the large windows of the castle. She’s now back in Acheron Castle. Nothing appeared to have changed around it but she felt cold at the thought and the sight of it. Adrienne turned away and shifted her gaze instead at Alaric who quietly observed her. “Sorry,” she murmured and stepped down the carriage. She waited for Alaric to go down while he was holding Rune in his arms.“Home!” Rune gleefully smiled as he looked at the big castle in front of him. “Do you like it, son?” Alaric asked Rune as he adjusted his hold of him. Rune nodded repeatedly to Alaric’s face showing his agreement with his dada. “Let me carry him, Alaric,” said Adrienne stretching her arms tow
Life inside Acheron Castle resumed normal after the return of the master and mistress of the castle and the young master. Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner the family was gathered in the dining hall to share meals together. Alaric would always have his usual cup of coffee and a toast and bacon and eggs on his plate while Adrienne had her usual cup of tea, a boiled egg and a slice of fruit. While the unruly bubble, Rune would have his cup of milk and porridge and slice of fruit, too, on his table. Every breakfast they were together and so were lunch where Alaric would on most days liked to have steak served on his plate which Rune the little tyke also developed liking to, especially when the steak is bloodier than usual. This is one of the most behavior the kid had had mirrored of his father. “Don’t you think, Rune is becoming more and more of you every day, Alaric?” asked Adrienne as she plucked a globe of grape and put it in her mouth.
The bats kept coming flying above the gate once Aunt Isobel left in the carriage. The sound of the retreating horses from her carriage disappeared. Bats however zoomed in. They flew circling the towers and turrets of the Acheron castle. Their wings were flapping above and their squeaking noise was heard all around. It was supposed to be morning but with the gray clouds above them and the sudden rumbling of the sky on the horizon, it almost felt like dusk was soon to fall to the ground. And rain might be in the next couple of minutes. "What are all these bats swimming above the castle, Alaric?" Adrienne asked alarmed and uncertain as she looked up at the sky turning her eyes to the castle. "They're coming." Alaric said with foreboding. "Who are they that you are talking about?" she asked once more watching Alaric calmly looking at the bats above them. "Thana's associates, her family, the Society." And to further answer Adrienne's questions, carriages she'd never seen before ente
Both Alaric and Adrienne stared at Aunt Isobel.Alaric stopped slicing the steak he had on his plate. Adrienne stayed beside the chair holding it by the frame. She slowly went to sit down beside her aunt.Adrienne faced her aunt.“But, I thought you came here so you can spend some time with us, Aunt Isobel?” asked Adrienne puzzled. “What happened?”“Do you have any plans aside from staying here, Aunt Isobel?”Alaric asked as he continued to slice his food on his plate.“You can stay with us as much as you want. As long as you want.”Aunt Isobel looked at the couple before she spoke. She smiled at them.“As much as I would like to stay here until all these are over, your mom, Adrienne, Edana also wrote to me and asked me to stay with her. She asked me if I would like to visit Transylvania and I think now is the good time to travel to that country and spend my time
Sebastian appeared before Alaric and Adrienne as they were having breakfast in the dining hall. He just received a letter from the front delivered by an early postman. “A mail is delivered to you, my lord,” said Sebastian as he gave him the letter on the tray. A folded newspaper was placed beside it. Alaric looked at it with disinterest as he sliced his bacon on his plate. “Can’t it wait, Sebastian? I’m having breakfast.” He asked and forked the bacon and put it in his mouth. He took a slice of bread and spread mayo on it. “It sounds urgent my lord. But, please check it once you have breakfast.” Sebastian said and nodded to him and retreated to the back standing. Adrienne took the newspaper from the tray and unfolded it in front of her. Her face scowled upon reading the news. More Witches Found Dead In Maywitch “Three more witches were found dead in Maywitch this morning as residents of the village were wa
Thana Allison’s threat to Alaric couldn’t have been more than a feeble attempt of a defeated vampiress over the throne of queenship in the vampire society had there not been rigorous news of witch exploitations in the surrounding cities around Emrick City where other witches live supposedly peaceful lives until their lives were put in danger and more witches were being killed every day. It was as if to deliver a message that a wronged vampiress will not admit defeat despite the vampire whom the vampiress had long been chasing in pursuit no longer even caring about her existence. On the other hand, while the threat and slay of Thana Allison’s cruelty against the witches weren’t headline stories in Immortals Daily for names of lesser ranked vampires were the ones thrown into questions and inquisitions of these putrid matters, Alaric Emrick must be the only vampire in the society to know who was behind those recent news. If not the witch beside him who also had an i
“We shall hold a big wedding, Adrienne.”Alaric said in a loud and clear voice as he and Adrienne talked in the drawing-room.If that was merely talking that is, for Adrienne and Alaric had been arguing and constantly opposing each other for the past minutes about the details of the wedding.Alaric insisted on the grand wedding while Adrienne would rather have a simple one.“Alaric, I would very much like a simpler affair for this union,” said Adrienne in a cut clear tone. “If you can remember we didn’t even get to hold the grand wedding back three years ago, so what’s the point of it now?”“The point, witch, is what was three years ago was a bridge under the water. It was postponed because of unforeseen circumstances which I wasn’t able to finish in due time, thus, was delayed.”Alaric explained looking at Adrienne who was seated across him on the other sofa.Adrie
Life inside Acheron Castle resumed normal after the return of the master and mistress of the castle and the young master. Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner the family was gathered in the dining hall to share meals together. Alaric would always have his usual cup of coffee and a toast and bacon and eggs on his plate while Adrienne had her usual cup of tea, a boiled egg and a slice of fruit. While the unruly bubble, Rune would have his cup of milk and porridge and slice of fruit, too, on his table. Every breakfast they were together and so were lunch where Alaric would on most days liked to have steak served on his plate which Rune the little tyke also developed liking to, especially when the steak is bloodier than usual. This is one of the most behavior the kid had had mirrored of his father. “Don’t you think, Rune is becoming more and more of you every day, Alaric?” asked Adrienne as she plucked a globe of grape and put it in her mouth.
“What are you doing, Adrienne? Why are you not going down yet?” Alaric’s cold voice broke Adrienne’s reverie as she looked at the magnificent castle before her. She was looking at the towers and turrets of the castle and the red curtain drawn behind the large windows of the castle. She’s now back in Acheron Castle. Nothing appeared to have changed around it but she felt cold at the thought and the sight of it. Adrienne turned away and shifted her gaze instead at Alaric who quietly observed her. “Sorry,” she murmured and stepped down the carriage. She waited for Alaric to go down while he was holding Rune in his arms.“Home!” Rune gleefully smiled as he looked at the big castle in front of him. “Do you like it, son?” Alaric asked Rune as he adjusted his hold of him. Rune nodded repeatedly to Alaric’s face showing his agreement with his dada. “Let me carry him, Alaric,” said Adrienne stretching her arms tow
"Alaric!!!!!!!” screamed Adrienne as she watched the raven-haired young man open the gate and walk towards her in a nonchalant stride of his long legs. “You impossible man!” “So, you finally admit that you missed me, witch?” Alaric’s cool demeanor irritated Adrienne so much, she stomped her feet and slammed the door to his face when he was about to reach her at arm’s length. “What are you doing, Adrienne? Why did you slam the door in my face?” He asked rapping on the front door. “Aren’t you supposed to run and kiss me upon seeing me in flesh after a month’s absence?” Alaric said behind the closed door. “You are impossible!” she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. Adrienne crossed her arms and braced herself. She was so ready to punch and kick the vampire who created her a month’s worth of blood and gore. “You really think I would jump into you in an embrace upon seeing you, Alaric?” Adrienne asked, her voic
“Nimue, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” said Adrienne looking at her back while her friend Nimue has Rune comfortably sitting on her lap. The godmother and the toddler were sitting on a couch with Nimue holding a picture book for Rune to read. She had to go to the market to buy food for their lunch thinking if she needed to bring Rune or not with her to the market when Nimue happened to drop in her house and nonchalantly volunteered to look after his son. Adrienne reached for the doorknob and opened the door. She was greeted with more than a surprise to see the pavement from the gate to her door were aligned in thick columns of every kind of red flowers, from tulips to roses, to orchids, to carnations, to starflowers, every red-colored bloom that Adrienne can think and named of, beautifully displayed on basket woven containers. Even the ground had red and pink petals scattered everywhere. “Miss Mallory?” asked a young man with curl