"Let's go out," Cole suggests. It is Saturday evening and we are all inside as usual. This time for a change, we are hanging out on Mia's room along with a few other Blessed. Honestly, my room is a mess, and no one is yet to help me clean it up.
"Where?" Penelope takes a slight break from kissing one of her new boy toys to actually say something. This can only mean that she is bored. I'm on the couch with my legs on Dean's lap. Magnus is sitting beside him with his hands on his hair twirling one
I soak in the warm water of the bathtub. My hands are lightly shaking beneath the water. My body is too and I know that it isn't because I'm cold. Chris. What in the world happened? I kissed Chris. Intense, fire, passion, lust... a perfect symphony of our lips. I can't deny it anymore. I feel something for him. It is intense. I still feel his body pressed on mine, his hands on my hair, my back, caressing me all over. His lips, those juicy full lips, and his delicious blood dancing on my tongue. I shake my head in an attempt to rid it of these thoughts. Thoughts that are deliciously dark and seductive. I grab my towel and get out. As I walk inside my bedroom all is silent. Just the sounds of snoring from a few guys fill the room with noise. I
If I said no to William, does that mean I'm with Chris now? No. No. I'm not his or anything of his. We just kissed and had a moment back at the mall, and I have tasted his blood. Twice. And we had an intense moment back there at the beach, and each time that he is close to me I don't know what to say or act. I can't even move when he is around. It's like my body calls out to his, to him. Dear god, this is complicated.My room is crowded today, as usual. All of my closest friends are here. Crysta
"This is so not me. You guys always get me in the most revealing things." I look at myself in the full bathroom mirror. The dress is black with a little stone diamond belt. There are no sleeves and the dress ends just before my knees. It was tight and sexy, and I'm going to give Chris a heart attack. It was truly beautiful, but I felt too out there. Exposed."It's not like we forced you to pick it up. You agreed to it. Besides you have a super great body now, Al. Suck it up." Dean yells from the
We are packing our things with a heavy heart. After what happened in the dance we were rushed outside and the police were called. The faculty was questioned, as well as the students. No one had seen a thing. The police suggested that it was best for the students to go home, even though, we were supposed to do that anyway.My room is silent. There is a heavy cloud of sorrow and guilt hanging on top of us. Not even Magnus's power can change our heavy heart. I can't stop thinking that all of it is
The couch doesn't warm me up as it did at three in the morning. I sit with my hands on my lap waiting for my mom to say something. After our silent breakfast, Crystal went up to my room. My mom wanted to talk. So we've been like this for a couple of minutes now. I haven't said a word and neither has she. I don't go inside her mind, or speak telepathically, that's what started this awkward silence. I glance at her, and she's looking at me blankly. It's more like she is looking through me like she is in a faraway memory."W-When
Snow's falling. I sit quietly on my bed. It's early; there is no sound outside. There's no sound inside. Why there's no sound outside? Oh, right, it's Christmas. I sit up in bed. Has my mom bought me something? I can't remember the last time I ran down the stairs to the big tree. I grab my robe and run downstairs. I feel like a little girl again when I see a couple of presents under the tree. I sit beside the tree and start to unwrap my gifts. I have new clothes, new books, - vampire drama- that's not that fantastical and unreal anymore- shoes, among other things. My mom really knows me well. My smile goes from ear to ear.
After Christmas, everything turns quiet. My mom goes around the house in her usual routine. Cleaning, washing clothes, making dinner, working on her cases. She's a hard-working woman. I help with what I can. Doing the dishes, having my room clean, helping with the laundry. I have never liked being still. I guess I do take after her. The days move slowly. I spend my time helping in the house and in my room. I curl on the bed with my new books, my MacBook, and my cellphone. I text the guys now and then. Penelope is stubbornly wanting to do a New Year's Eve party. I don't know if I'm up to it. After the last party we were, well let's just say, it wasn't the best up to a point.
I glance one last time in the mirror. I don't look that bad. High and curled ponytail, dark jeans, a cute red and gold blouse, and some black platforms. Dressed to go party. I trot downstairs and find mom in her study."What you think?" I twirl for her. She smiles at me warmly.
The minutes, hours, and eventually days had prolonged. Night and day were a mixture of colors that I couldn't pick apart sometimes. If it wasn't for the digital clock on my bedside table that told me the time, I was a hundred percent sure that I wouldn't even know how long I had been here in my room. A week. A whole damn week had gone by. A whole damn week where I had to resist my vampiric urges and stay in my room close off from everyone. But it was for the best really. It was for my benefit. I knew that if I went out of this room two certain things would happen. One, I would be harassed endlessly by the other Deamhans in the house. I would have to stand their hisses, their predatory gazes, and I would need to hope that they had fed before I came out of my room, or I would most certainly be attacked by them. I could be their leader's daughter, but that went through the window when blood lust settled in. I was proof of that. I felt the dryness in my throat every single day,
I jumped out of my chair faster than I thought I could move with the silver cuff around my ankle. The chair made a screeching noise as I stood. The sound of my rapidly beating heart the only thing I could hear at the moment. I tried hard, really hard, to focus on it and not on how the blood of the guy flowed through his veins on his way to my father's mouth. The girl was still kneeling before me, her eyes still cast down to her flat palms on her thighs. Her breathing was even. There was no trace of fear in her.The smell of errant blood spilled from my father's mouth on the boy's neck made me ignore the pounding of my heart in my ears. It forces me to be aware of what I'm feeling. The need to feed. I felt it. The urge to sink my teeth into that girl's neck and drain her life source into my mouth. My fangs elongated and I felt their tip on the bottom of my lip.I tried to look at anything but at my father, but his insistent stare calls my own. I met his star
The walls around me seemed to breathe at the same time I did. The floor swayed from side to side and up and down. The orange colors drifting through my window from outside made me think of fire and ache instead of the gorgeous sunset it must be. I could still hear Williams's words running around in my head. They were doing laps like my brain was a track field. After he dropped the bomb of what he truly is and how he was made, he simply pushed himself off the wall and left me alone. It was like he had just told me that I got an F on my midterm instead of flipping my world upside down even more. I didn't see any remorse for hiding his true self from me. I didn't see any emotion at all in his eyes. It was like he had completely changed in a matter of days since he ambushed my friends and me. How could he go from the friendly Astronomy professor in the academy to this cold half-demon here? I couldn't understand it. Or maybe I didn't want to understand it. Either way, I had lost all sens
My eyes refused to open. I could feel the throbbing pain inside my head pounding. As I regained consciousness, the searing pain on my ankle intensified, but it helped to numb the one in my brain. I could see his surprised face in my mind's eye the more I woke up. His moss-green eyes locking with my own. How his eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly agape. How he took the first step towards the mess I was on the floor before I couldn't take the ache in my head and body any longer, and I succumbed to the darkness.William.The man- the professor- that swept me off my feet since freshman year. The man that gave me my first kiss after I turned eighteen. The man that after discovering who I was, I managed to be psychically connected to psychically him by some miracle, which I still didn't understand. And he is also the man that betrayed me and my friends and delivered me to the Deamhans, and in turn, to my father.As much as my body- and maybe ev
I take a few deep breaths before walking out behind him. I don't even know why I'm following, I just know I have to. There is no one else in the whole house. There must definitely be a sinister reason behind it. I remember that when I arrived here for the first time, even though I was blindfolded, I could still hear others around. It wasn't just him.He is moving to the back of the house, where surprisingly there are more rooms. This place is bigger than I thought. He opens the door to one of the rooms to his right and leaves the door open. I know I have to get inside too, but he doesn't even glance at me. He just keeps walking forward to a desk. His desk. Walking in I glance around. This is definitely his office,...the office. A shudder runs down my spine as I recalled that night. My face being uncovered and finding myself face to face with my own father's blood-red eyes. I stop in front of the door and walked no further in. He sits down casually on top of his desk, on
I let the hot water run through my naked body cleaning it from all the filth and grime I caught the day they imprisoned me. The hot water relieves my muscle soreness. It is a welcoming feeling. I wash my hair and for a moment I stop thinking of my confines and enjoy the feeling of the water soaking me and enveloping me in its warm embrace. I could stay beneath the showerhead for the rest of my life, but the inevitable is just outside my new bedroom doors. I reluctantly shut down the shower and wrap a towel around my body. I use another towel to dry my hair as I walk out into my chambers.I didn't expect my room to be this fancy. I expected to find myself in another prison, but with better accommodations...well now that I think about it, this is a prison with better accommodations. I laugh on the inside and walk over to the massive walking closet this room has. There are so many clothes that I could hardly count them all, and they are all spectacular. I even have some designer
I wake up and quickly feel disoriented. I don't know where I am. I can't recognize anything around me. Well as far as I can see around me, I am in a pitch-black room. The small spec of light that faintly illuminates the room is coming from beneath the door. I am lying down on a cold stiff bed. There is no much furniture around the room, just where I'm lying, a sink, and a toilet. Soon it dawns on me, I am in a prison. How does a hybrid manage to end up in a prison? I sit up on the bed and quickly feel light-headed. I press my hand on my forehead in an attempt to stop the room from moving before my eyes. The darkness is welcoming, though. I don't think that with how lightheaded I feel I could handle too much light right now. I look down at myself and see that my right long-sleeved has been cut, exposing my arm. I look at my forearm and see that I have white gauze with medical tape. I gently pull it out and see a small needle incision. They have taken some of my blood. I'm not healing
As he stares back at me my breath leaves my lungs in a rush and seems that my air isn't going to come back. His red eyes bore into my soul and wake up sentiments that I had buried deep inside me for years now. For 18 years he has been just a misconstrued memory. A sour reminder that I was indeed born. I never would have imagined that I would actually meet him someday; after all, he is supposed to be dead. As I stare back into those deadly, but captivating eyes, I feel my world shift under my feet; I am still wearing the gym clothes I had on when I was training with Mia. They are filled with dirt and dust.I feel my self-tremble underneath his stare that runs all over my body. He is my father, my creator, my doom.
The second part of the book starts here.To recap what happened in the first part, Alice discovered that she wasn't human on her eighteenth birthday. She discovered that she belonged in a world where magic exists and those who possessed it are those who come from the stars. These people are called Blessed and they possess extraordinary powers. They are a community hidden not only from the world but from demons as well. These demons are called Deamhans and they thrive in not only killing human beings for sport but Blessed too. They kill them for their blood and because in doing so they absorb their powers for a short period of time. While Alice starts to learn about herself and about those who hunt her kind, she- with the help of her best friend Mia- starts to discover another part of herself, a part that is much too dark for anyone's liking. She is not only Blessed but a vampire as well. On top of all this, the crush she had developed on her Astronomy professor grows and some