Zheira stood still at the hotel’s rooftop. She didn’t know much of the details but something inside her kept directing her into doing something she normally wouldn’t do. It’s like a whisper, the kind of which was too much to bear that she just followed whatever it’s telling her. She stretched her hands as the wind brushed against her skin, together with the warmth of the sun. The golden strands of her hair waved and tossed at her back, making her feel as though, finally, she’s free.
“Freedom.” She closed her eyes as the cold breeze whipped against her cheeks. There was a certain satisfaction swirling inside of her, telling her that this was what she always deserved, to not be caged, to let everyone see who and why she have to exist, because only then could she validate her identity, only then could she distinguish herself.
Her lips curved when she heard the New Yorkers below gasped, pointing her with wide eyes. The sound waves of their rapid heartbeat were music
Melinda walked back and forth outside the room while Robert sat on one of the wood benches, cupping his face. They’re both horrified with what they’ve seen that none of them uttered a single word as they wait for the operation to end. It was lucky for Melinda to have a doctor as a cousin. They couldn’t afford to call a doctor they knew not, considering the oddity of their childIt was hard for her to set aside her and Theodore’s differences, but if it’s for her daughter, she pretty much could do almost anything.It has been three hours or so after they called Theodore, but he did not leave the room yet. All they could do was to pray their daughter was holding on to the string of life. They couldn’t afford to lose her. Not now, not ever.According to Martha, one of the hotel’s front desk, there was a woman who fell on the rooftop. They didn’t know it was Ms. Martin until Melinda told them. To her anger, she pledged to sue them if her child wouldn’t wake up.
Hearing her parents confessed that she’s not their real child was too much for her, though she wasn’t at all surprised. Deep inside her, she knew she’s different from them: from her little horns down to her little feet.All the same, a pang of pain crushed her heart.When Melinda and Robert entered, she couldn’t help feeling some irritation. To calm herself, she blew some air on her nails and glared at them.“What a drama queen!” she said, tilting her head toward their stiff figure.“W-who are you?” Melinda managed to say. The strange, cold voice registering in her ears was something she only heard at the moment.“Me?” She pointed herself, feeling some savage satisfaction at their realization. “I am Zheira,” she paused to give them a grin. “The new Zheira.”Their eyes widened. They couldn’t believe their ears, and yet, they couldn’t deny the fact that they’re facing a stranger.“Why does it shocked you?”
Melinda breathed heavily. The sight of her dying husband was too much for her. All she could do was wrapped her knees with her arms and cry her heart out. It’s as if a thick metal was pounding inside her, crashing her system into pieces.There was a sloppy sound as Zheira’s soul drained the blood out of Robert’s neck. Melinda wanted to cover her ears, but her muscles seemed to be frozen. She buried her face to her knees and grieved her husband. The years they’ve been together were a treasure she wanted to go back to. If only she could bear a child, they shouldn’t have adopted an entity that’s inhabited by a monster.She looked up when Zheira murmured something. Her hands were clenched as she wiped the blood off her mouth. Melinda put her hands on her mouth, stopping the urge to vomit.Her husband’s blood was dripping out of her daughter’s mouth. Such a gruesome sight to behold. She knew better, though. Her daughter was sweet, kind, and caring; unlike this
Zheira slowly retreated as people started swarming around the accident. Her eyes were bulging and her heart was beating fast. She couldn’t believe what she’d seen. It seemed a long time ago when Celestine helped her with her wounds as if she’d been separated from the rest of the world for about a century.Her insides clenched. As much as she wanted to grieve, the spitting image of Celestine’s bloody face kept popping in her head. On top of that, the wound on her neck was clearly the same as the other victims.Was it possible she was already dead even before the car crashed?All of a sudden, a chilling shadow threw the place in semi-darkness. Zheira looked up. There was a pursuing curve-shade of dark light to the moon. The hair on the back of her neck prickled as people gasped and pointed upward.Without conscious thought, she was already sprinting. She much rather be alone than have a strangers’ company. Her breathing quickened and cold sweat
Zheira hid behind the thick bushes. It was fortunate they were surrounded by different plants and trees. She held her breath when the woman peered with raised brows. It didn’t take long before she shrugged and walked away.“It must have been a cat or something. Come on, finish that one. I really need to find some fun. It’s kinda boring.”“You can just leave me here, Eleanor. Your big mouth is getting on my nerves,” Louise snapped.Eleanor’s crimson orbs flickered. “How rude! If I’m not obligated to go with you, I’d never do so. You’re the most boring vampire I’ve ever met.” She rolled her protruding eyes.“If I hear one more word in that tongue of yours, I’m going to make sure it would be decapitated.” He tightened the rope to the girl who sobbed.“Feisty. You’re welcome to try, though. I wonder if you can even touch the hem of my dress.” She put her forefinger on her chin and shook her head, an insulting look plastered in her pale, round face.
Eleanor smiled sweetly as she made her way to Zheira, her hands outstretched. “Aren’t this place familiar?”Zheira clenched her fist. “Why did you bring me here?”“Since you’re about to die, I want to acquaint you from your hometown. See that over there?” She pointed to the doorway engulfed with light brighter than a thousand fireflies. “That’s where Volioirae resides. Aah, Germany really is a town of wonders!”“Why? Why are you so mad at me?”She considered her for a moment, the corner of her pouty lips twisting. “You’ve stole the life I should’ve had. You stole my man, my prince. It’ll be so unfair if I don’t give the favor back.”“I don’t understand you.” Zheira stood, patting the dirt away from her jacket. “I assure you, though. You’ll be disappointed once more.”Eleanor twirled the dark strands of her curly hair. “The glares of yours wouldn’t accomplish anything, Zheira. If you want to fight me, then welcome! You’ll just mak
Zheira was awoken by the throbbing pain in her body. It’s like she’d been trampled by an elephant or else something heavier. She was sore. Every move she managed gave birth to the pain she’d never imagined.As she sat upright, breathing heavily, her head started turning. For a split second, she thought she was drunk. Perhaps her parents enjoyed her eighteenth birthday too much that they’ve forgotten Zheira’s not into drinking alcohol.It’s not until she felt the brick-like surface of the bed did she realize something. They did not celebrate her birthday the way they used to. Her horrible soul took everything from her by the means of killing the man who treated Zheira like a real daughter.A wave of sadness surged through her heart. She could feel it shattering to pieces, and there’s nothing she could do to ease the weight pressing deep within her.She wrapped her knees with her arms and leaned her head to it; succumbing to the depth of her loneliness. She nev
Zheira felt cheated. It’s as if the stranger knew she’d never be able to come back to the Martins even if she wished to. She didn’t want to trust him, but she’s obliged to comply with his words without reason. After all, he’s a manipulative jerk who desired nothing but his goals. She also had this hunch that Vladimir was aware she’d never come back to her adoptive parents unless she understood her nature.Was it possible he could read minds? It’s likely.She sighed before standing in front of the dirty mirror. Cracks were dancing all over its surface, making Zheira’s reflection a bit distorted. Her eyes were back to their normal shade. She couldn’t understand why a feeling that she missed something yesterday lingered in her heart. What she knew was that her eyes have a different shade, and after the red shade was stained with gold, everything blacked out.While staring at her body, she remembered something. She opened her palm and saw the silve
Horrors lied within the darkness building in the forest. The trees were so tall and had thick branches that however big the moon was, its rays were still unable to penetrate its scope, seemingly embarrassing its adequacy to illuminate the night.Beyond the pitch-black space, a soft swish put an end to the overwhelming silence. Though the noise it orchestrated were nothing but a slow whisper, the creatures lying dormant in its stead heard it clearly, feeling the threat looming as the swish grew louder. Before it could draw nearer, the creatures ran off, unidentified due to the intense blackness hugging the curves of the forest.At last the trees revered the heavens and allowed the moonlight to grace its sanctuary, at least in its depth. The guardians of the forest, whoever they may be, seemed to have been under an agreement to shape its center as a round sphere, the kind of which was free from plants and trees. Only rocks were able to sleep in the part celebrated with t
Vladimir has been bordered by a distinct characteristic, setting him apart from any vampire. Where most of them stayed the way they were the first time he laid eyes on them, he preceded to a growth quite alike to the mortals. Others even perceived him as an inferior entity, for he’s got a beating heart. This and the fact that he showed all the signs of weakness and vulnerability made others look down on him, which reduced him into taking shelter in the darkest corner of the castle: his room.“You are weak! Stand up!”Those were the only words he could hear from his father who took it upon himself to show his subjects of his heir’s strength. However, there was little to no improvement at all, making the others snigger as they watch the twelve-year-old Vladimir fumbled over his feet.Always at the seventh in the morning, everyone was to form a circle in the Town Square to watch the prince trained. Although Vladimir told his father a million times he’d rather train al
A portion of the sun peeked through the big mountains, gracing rich yellow rays down the busy Town Square. Vampires wearing gray cloaks passed from houses to houses, whispering rumors about the king’s death. One of them even said he caught an incurable disease from the mortal realm, and they would soon be infected with it. From there, another vampire would spread the information, possibly adding some spice in the story until the truth had been buried by a wild variation of lies.Some common vampires stopped when the large bell rang for the third time this week. Some were irritated. The gong-like noise it produced was too much for their sensitive ears, but it did pique their interest.It had been two weeks after the blood moon, and ever since, the castle doors had been locked. They thought it was a bit of a joke. A rebel had been crowned a day before the blood moon, then a filthy mortal—rumored to be his fiancé—attacked the newly-renowned king.There was
The red beam of the moon was starting to fade, but the tension below was relentless. Their battle was yet to reach its inevitable conclusion, and Lauxister felt uncomfortable about it. He’d been reckless this time. It wasn’t his intention to intervene with Xavier’s affair, but he couldn’t just ignore Eleanor’s plea. He’s indebted to her creator; this was supposed to be his way of paying him.It was clear he forgot to take into account what Xavier could do. He’d been of comfort knowing Eleanor and Louise—Xavier’s greatest allies—were willing to go against him. Now he thought otherwise.As Xavier made his way to Zheira, he couldn’t help thinking that this would be the last time he would open his eyes. It’s not because he’s afraid of Xavier; it’s because of that half-blood who could control their memories. Her gift was phenomenal. She’s supposed to be a mortal, but she’s even more powerful than all the vampire’s combined forces.Xavier stopped in front of Zheira
The moon was emitting red gleam down the forest, lighting the two parties glaring at each other. Eleanor and Vladimir were still tied with the red-like strings while Xavier stood beside them. Some of the Elite Guards were pointing their spears toward Louise’s company who’s also crouching, ready to strike any moment.The ones who seemed to be out of place were the lots that were tied to the tall stones. They’re still staring at the moon, desiring to touch it. Meanwhile, Zheira’s body was still shining. She’s releasing a creepy vibe, caressing everyone near the premises.Xavier whispered, “I’ll give you a chance to save your lowly lives. Turn and leave this forest at once, and no one will get hurt.” His fist twitched when Lauxister, his archenemy, and lowly brother, laughed.“I didn’t know you’re funny, Xavier. We could have get along well if only you did not manipulate father’s mind. I was supposed to be his heir. I was there with him while you trot alon
Zheira gasped as a flesh-searing pain crashed through her soul. She opened her eyes for a fraction and saw the creepy smile curving Xavier’s lips. Her hand shot straight to his cheeks, but the impact was so weak he would have never noticed it if he didn’t see her do it.Xavier narrowed his eyes, pressing the knife deeper into her skin. Zheira coughed and blood drooled out of her mouth. She let her tears streamed down her cheeks when her breath hitched. Her oxygen supply was starting to run out, so was her blood.Soon, she’d face the end she should have greeted a long time ago.Vladimir trashed, screaming for Zheira to hold on. His world turned upside down the moment he heard her heart beats erratically before it stopped moving. He screamed at the top of his lungs. It felt as though a pin forced itself inside his body, slicing every inch of him.“What a sad ending!” Xavier simpered.As if it wasn’t enough, he pulled the knife and sliced it in
The moon, together with the stars, was shining brightly beyond the horizon. It gave a light reflecting down to a small diamond hovering in the air. A blue line-like beam burst out of it, connecting toward the surrounding boulders of rocks. Each rock has a human hostage and one vampire. Their waists were tied by a silver chain, steaming off some smoke as it touched their bare skin.Standing outside the surrounding boulders were the Elite Guards, wearing gray capes and holding a sharp spear in their right hands. Eleanor walked past them, staring with furrowed brows at a man whose skin was shining under the moonlight, horns scratched wildly. She breathed deeply before diverting her gaze toward the hostages.“Are you positive they’re well-chained?” she asked the Elite near her.The Elite narrowed his eyes. “Affirmative. Their chains are laced with poisons. If they get wounded with their desperation to escape, the poison will seep through their skin and melt what’s left
Zheira was awoken by a big bucket of water. Its coldness penetrated her skin, sending an unwanted shiver down to her spine.A cold, rough hand touched her chin. “Look where your recklessness got you.” The voice was so cold and emotionless.“What? What a-am I—what am I doing—here?” Zheira could barely move her jaw.Her muscles were throbbing and her veins were constricting. If she did not try lifting her hands, she wouldn’t notice the chain linking around her chest.Xavier’s high, cruel laugh rang in the air. “Oh, it’s nothing, m`dear! It was just one of the potions I’ve mixed. See, the mortal’s so-called anesthesia doesn’t affect us vampires, so I need to find a way, right? And anyway, it’s for your own good. At least, you won’t feel anything when you die.”“I… I will—kill—”“Save your breath, child! You are not in the position to threaten me. Your life is in my hand. If you want me to spare you, you shut your damn mouth!” He crouched
Vladimir massaged his temple as he leaned against the soft backrest of his throne. “What did you say?” Eleanor closed her eyes for a fraction. “She escape—forgive us, your majesty! I—We lost track of her whereabouts in Germany.” “You mean to tell me, a girl slower than all of you, has escaped?” His voice was as sharp as the ends of a knife, and as though afraid to be pierced, the Elite Guards’ knees hit the ground, pleading relentlessly. “Useless!” He smashed his fist at the metal armrest; it released a deep, gong-like tune. If the Elites were given a choice, they would rather be eaten by the ground rather than facing the king’s wrath. “Forgive us, your majesty!” The Elite Guards bowed altogether. “We are worthy of your punishment!” A splash of icy blue, water-like line crawled in Vladimir’s golden irises, just as his body radiated with raging water. He towered over the crouching Elite. “Then so be it.” Before any of them cou