Laura - BucharestMy first stop is Paul’s villa. It’s been a while since I last came here. The guy at the entrance gate says Paul’s not here. I look at the phone. It’s already past 7 PM. Is he still at work? I have to try.I dash through the streets, thinking about what I'll say to Paul when I find him.As a result of the moisture in the air, the city has a less pungent smell. It reeks worse than wet dogs; the stench of wet hobos instead of filthy hobos. The crowd swarming the city center disgusts me.I cut through the narrow streets of the city center. A sudden gust of wind forces me to walk faster, but it also stirs the cobblestones beneath my feet, making the sound of breaking glass.I stop and stand outside Paul’s office building. The rainy evening washes the streets. The cars swish as they drive past on the wet asphalt.When I step inside, I'm already soaked. Water splatters across the floor tiles as I make my way to Paul's office.I nearly forgot the building's interior. It's o
Laura - The house in the suburbs"You insisted on getting here as soon as possible. Here we are," I say, turning toward Paul, who is locking the door behind him. "I hope you haven’t prepared some great romantic gesture.""To be honest, I'm not much of a romantic. Reality endures longer than romance."His arms close around me, and his warmth melts me like always. His head lowers, his cheek brushing against mine.He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom before I know it. My clothes are almost entirely on the floor when he places me on the mattress. He has quite a skill of undressing me.He kisses me passionately, and my legs wrap around his waist. I find his weight delightful.Like a hot wave, his breath shudders inside my ear shell when he speaks.“No matter how much you closed yourself in, you always left a space for me to slip in. And I always pay you attention. So it's been easy to sink in.”Steady and meticulous, Paul makes sure to nib, lick, kiss, or suck each and every one
Paul - The house in the suburbsInhaling a lungful of fresh air, I answer, “What do you want, Lexa?”"Is this how you greet me these days, Paul?" Lexa chuckles, her voice light and playful. She'll try to toy with me again. "What did I do to deserve such a happy reaction?"“Lexa, I’m busy. If you have something important to tell me, I’ll listen. Otherwise, I’ll call you later.”She pauses. Only a sigh and her breathing come through."Do you require assistance with the strigois?" Lexa's question catches me off guard, so I let her continue. "I'm aware of the unfair settlement you signed. It doesn't sound like something you'd do if you didn't have a plan. Please let me know if I can help you."“How do you know about my deal with them? It’s not public knowledge.”“I still know a thing or two about your men, Paul. Do you really think I don’t know how to make Alin or Dan talk? But I won’t give names.”Lexa likes to play games; she always has. She just gave me names, even if she says she won’
Paul - Wolves Inc underground levelSurrounded by my wolves, I look around at the various vehicles. Most of them are high-end or luxury models.Dan falls into step behind me as everyone else follows us to the cars. Even if I can’t see the sky from the underground parking lot, I know the moon isn’t shining in the sky yet.I take the passenger seat as Dan gets in the car at the wheel. Instead of igniting the engine, Dan sighs heavily and turns to me."Perhaps you should rethink your course of action. There's no going back, Paul, if we tackle the blood traders. The accord will break, and all you have fought for will be lost."As my gaze darts from his face to the wall in front of the parked car, my heart begins to beat faster."You don’t understand. No matter what I do, her name, her face, and our moments together come to mind. I must act now. She might be suffering as we speak." My voice thins as I utter the words until it sounds like a broken string. I gulp and regain my composure as I
Laura - Unknown locationI try to move but to no avail. Silver chains restrain my hands and feet in a vertical position, even though my toes don't touch the floor. My skin burns around the bindings, and it hurts even more whenever I try to move.Nonetheless, I strive and wriggle. At times, I believe I scream, but no sound comes out of my lips, or my ears have stopped working.My back aches and the wounds covering my body aren’t healing as fast as new ones appear. Even so, they will heal. Only the scars of the soul never disappear.After all, I am a strigoi. I can't hear my heart beating in my chest, which makes me feel sick and weak. Focusing all my powers, I glamour myself again. I have to feel human.Footsteps on the rocky floor are steadily approaching the silver door. My torturers visit me once more.My captors always return. No matter when I manage to sleep or how tired I feel, they're never gone for long.The man who enters first is a human. The unchanging rhythm of the man’s he
Alisa - Her apartmentBrowsing channels at 4 AM is a bad idea. Only subpar porn and disgusting talk shows switch before my eyes. I shouldn’t have bought a new TV after Laura smashed the previous one.Oh, Laura... Where are you now? What happened to you? I can't think of any other method to track you down. I tried everything I could think of. I wish I knew where to start looking for you.I lean forward over the coffee table, one hand rubbing my temple and the other tapping on the wooden surface. A creaking sound notifies me barely a fraction of a second before the table buckles beneath the pressure of my nails.“Ahh,” I scream my frustration in the stale air of the living room.Oh, the irony of being extremely powerful and yet feeling completely powerless. My palm lingers above the emptiness where my coffee table previously stood. I'm upset about the loss of the said piece of furniture, but I'm not sure why. I didn't even like that hideous chunk of wood.I stare blankly at the remains
Alisa - In front of the apartment blockDamn! The situation doesn’t look good for us. I’m not Laura, and Dan is not Paul. If the strigois find out about our relationship, it will end badly for both of us.A black limousine is waiting at the curb. With my eyes fixed on the vehicle, I pass by Dan without sparing him another glance.“Let’s go. It smells of dog around here,” I scoff, waving a hand beneath my nose as if I want to drive away the stench in the air.“Alisa! What are you saying?” Dan shouts behind me. He takes a step forward, but one of Ion Corvin's men blocks his path.“The lady comes with us,” the man says, unfazed.“She doesn’t go anywhere.” Dan’s nostrils flair. “Alisa is mine.”“Alisa is a strigoi, and all strigois are mine,” Ion Corvin decrees with a smug grin.“The only person I belong to is myself,” I bark out and enter the limousine."Get out of my way!" Dan pushes aside the strigoi who obstructed his path. He takes two steps and stops in front of Ion Corvin. I fear
Laura - Council’s headquarters“Where—” My voice breaks. My mouth is too dry to speak. The brightness blinds me as two strigois carry me outside of my cell. It can't be the sun since my skin isn't heated. My eyes have become used to the darkness of the cage, and even the faintest light blinds me.The sound of people talking echoes as we walk through the corridors. I don't even know where they're taking me.My two guides stop, and I along with them. A soft touch takes the place of their hands on my back. “I got her.” Alisa’s voice is more demanding than I am used to hearing her. “You’re dismissed.”As footsteps depart, I look to the side and see Alisa’s face in a haze. My sight slowly clears, and I glimpse her lips stretching in a smirk.She sits next to me in the backseat of a car and instructs the driver to take off. She hands me a bottle of water, and I drink it all. The cool liquid soothes my parched mouth.Alisa sighs, arranging her hair. "It's so hard to keep you out of trouble
Laura - AliveThe world is teeming with life and sensations I couldn’t see before. The air itself sizzles with electricity, and my skin tingles under the sun’s warmth. My heart is beating so fast that I can hear its thumping in my ears. Oh, how good it is to be alive. But then again, what is death?It’s a void, a nothingness, the absence of everything.So even though death is the ultimate lack of all existence, isn’t it also a state where we are given a chance to start anew?I’m not sure what I expected, but the reality is better than anything I could have imagined. Every day is a new adventure, and I love every minute of my life, full of laughter, hugs, and kisses. I must admit, destiny has one hell of a way of playing tricks on a girl. When I was young and wanted to live, I died. When I was an abomination and wanted to die, I was born anew. Sometimes, nothing goes the way you want it to, but not always what you want is what you get. And maybe it’s for the best. I am free of my c
Paul - The Retezat MountainsAuburn leaves fall kissed by the cold winds. A cold mountain that still hasn’t welcomed winter. An owl hoots a few times and, as I pass, flies away, out of reach. I can feel the change in the air, now thick with the scent of incoming rain. The sky above the tree’s canopy is gathering heavy clouds, soon to be released in a torrent of droplets. The first few stars peeking through the dark gray curtains are a sign that I don’t have much time left to find Laura. I know I'm close. To her. And I know why she ran away, putting distance between us. Because I'm possessive and selfish, not wanting to give her what she needs. I can't give her what she wants without losing everything I love. And I love her. But it seems I'm doomed to lose her anyhow.I've lost so much time denying reality, turning a blind eye to the truth. "I'm coming, Laura," I whisper to myself. The trees seem to go on forever, the forest floor stretching into the distance. Laura is nowhere in s
The Gypsy Witch - Her hutMy nose scrunches. A sweet smell permeates the air, like a mixture of old spices and fresh herbs. There’s a slight vibration below my feet; the ground seems to shake with every step I take. Something will happen soon. Hehe! I should better ask the key. I reach into my pocket and take out the instrument of my favorite art. The key is a simple piece of metal for any ungifted person. But for me, it is a tool that can open the secrets of the future. I turn it over in my hand, feeling the smoothness of its surface. Cleidomancy is one of the most powerful and ancient forms of divination. It is the art of reading the future by observing the movements of a spellbound key. Some say the spirits of the dead are the ones who turn the key and direct the motion. Hehe!A witch never looks directly at the key. Instead, she always studies it from the corner of her eye, making sure she isn't seen peeking. Otherwise, the key won't move.My fingers are tingly as they seem to b
Laura - At homeI find myself lying on a bed of black velvet inside an empty room with no windows or doors. The walls are lined floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves, each filled from top to bottom. The books are all different sizes and shapes, but they all have the same purpose: to fill the emptiness inside me. “Because I’m hollow on the inside,” I whisper to myself. Under the blanket next to me, there is a figure wrapped in the same black velvet. I reach out and remove the cover, revealing an old man. His skin is wrinkled and pale, and his hair is entirely white. He looks as if he is sleeping. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at me. His hand comes up to touch my face but loses its vigor halfway through. “Are you real?” I ask him.He sighs, closing his eyes. Only a whisper of a breath escapes his lips. “Don’t be afraid, Laura. I’ll always love you.”“No!” I scream. “This can’t be real. This man can’t be Paul.”His strong features and soft gray eyes are the same. His voice is the sa
Alisa - Stryga Inc, her officeBefore entering my office, I stroll down a short hallway and pass my assistant’s desk. Official-looking diplomas and the like hang on the wall behind her. I catch a glimpse of FB reflected in one of them as she turns off her tablet and looks up at me. Does anyone even consider this company an actual workplace? Every employee is a glorified receptionist, and most of them dawdle their time away in front of their computers without doing any real work. When did I become the most diligent person around? “Good morning, Miss Cristescu,” she says, making a good show of turning toward her computer screen as if she has tons and tons of work to do. Her voice is light and cheerful enough, showing that she hasn’t noticed my mood today. Or that she couldn’t care less.If I were to say anything to her, I would fire her on the spot. But starting to dispose of the people who annoy me would leave me working all by myself. So I just nod and continue on my way. Sighing,
Laura - HomeFearing I could drop the puppy from my shaky hands, I slowly set him down on the floor. He immediately starts whimpering and wagging his tail, but I'm too scared to pick him up. I back away slowly, watching him from the corner of my eye as he scrambles to his feet. My legs feel like jelly, and I sit on the couch's edge. Several decades have passed since I've last seen Iustin, my maker. The night I met him was the night I died—the night I became a strigoi. I look at my shaking hands, remembering those times.He was the one who turned me into one of them, holding my dead body in his arms for three days and three nights, keeping my soul trapped inside and forbidding it from going to the other side. For a long time, I thought he lied to me about the process until I did the same to Alisa and turned her into a strigoi as well. He helped me escape the strigoi Council's tight grip, and I owe him my life if my life counts for anything. Iustin covered up my ability to read minds
Paul - At home“We’re leaving the day after tomorrow,” I announce to Dan, sitting in front of him at the kitchen table. “I’ve scheduled a week-long trip to a remote location I don’t want to disclose even to you. I’ve been careful not to go during a full moon. So you and Alin should be fine managing the pack while I’m away. Oh, and the phone signal might be lacking, so don’t try to call me.”“I see you made up your mind already.” Dan sighs. “I knew you would put Laura above all else, but this is too much. Give me at least an emergency contact number to reach you just in case.”“As you said, I’ve made up my mind.”“Fine.” Dan stands and begins pacing through the kitchen. “What about the company? I’m not particularly fond of the idea of taking on business decisions while you’re away.”“Oh, no need. I put Max in charge of the company during my absence.”“The shifter? Why would you do that? Do you trust him so much?”“He’s not doing me any favor. The bastard is charging me for his time and
Paul - At home The house I grew up in was always a little too quiet for my liking. Now, the same house is shifting from a place of memories into a cradle for Laura and me. She has brought most of her things to the house. Unwrapping the last of the boxes, she stares at a small album. She opens it and pulls out a picture. I wrap my arms around her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. Out of habit, I sniff her hair, inhaling her scent. “Why do you keep smelling my hair?” she asks, still looking at the photo. I lightly touch my lips to the spot where her neck meets her collarbone.“It is said that when two people are fated mates, their scent is like a fingerprint, a unique signature only the other can notice.” I pause to take another sniff. “For me, you smell like lilac flowers in the spring, and it’s driving me crazy.”I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her scent and letting it fill my lungs. Laura doesn’t answer. She sighs, and her fingers shake over a black and white photog
Laura - At homeDays pass quicker when immortality doesn’t seem like a useless burden. My condition hasn't improved. I am still an immortal strigoi, so basically just another girl in the world, with a few oddities.I fill my time with the things I love most: reading and Paul. He keeps at bay all the pessimistic tendencies that make me want to run away from reality. I know he will one day die. The thought still nibs at the back of my head and sometimes feels unbearable, but I don’t want to give up his company. He gives me hope, and even though we only have a few decades together, I'll make every second count.His presence is a gift to my soul. Even now, when he works in the bedroom while I read a book on the veranda bench, I feel peaceful. Just knowing he is there makes me happy. When we’re closer, things tend to get wild. We share a passion for each other and want to explore every inch of the other. We never get tired of being together. The slightest brush of his skin against mine