I slowly fluttered my eyes open as the morning light filtered through the open window, striking my face as I scrunch my nose. My cheeks were laid on Giofré’s firm chest as I stroked my fingers along his body hair. Our naked bodies were tangled up together, wrapped in a white blanket with our bodies emanating warmth. Tilting my head up, I was greeted by Giofré’s sharp jaws with stubble running around his mouth. He was still asleep and he seemed like a fragile little angel. With a smile slowly appearing on my face, I lifted my head and moved closer to his face. I swept some of his black locks and caressed his cheek with my thumb. It didn’t take a while before his eyes fluttered open and he saw me, staring down at him. He tugged his lips to a smile as crinkles began to form by his eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, his voice sounding croaky.
I stood in front of the door, pacing back and forth while I rubbed my sweaty palms together. My heart almost fell out of my chest and my temples were starting to throb from the thoughts that began to linger in my head. Aside from the tremendous beating of my heart, all I could hear was my sandals clicking against the floor. As much as I wanted to stay calm and composed before I could go out of the main door to catch the pack’s attention, I couldn’t help the nervousness that began to devour me. And I guess unprepared vow was also the reason why my mind was in an uproar. I will be married unprepared and I might embarrass myself in front of everyone. Agatha wasn’t around to calm my nerves because she was too occupied outside, making sure that everything would flow just as she imagined. She told me to wait in the foyer and don’t come out until she
I gained consciousness with the stench of decaying bodies making their way to my nostrils. As I tried to move my hand to my face to cover up my nose from the odor, I heard chains clank to the side of my face. But when my skin touched the cold surface of the shackles wrapped around my wrists, I grimaced in pain as I felt a burning sensation around my flesh. Flitting my eyes to my side, the silver shone under the dim light above me, daring to put me in torment if I moved or tried to escape. I was sitting on the cold and wet floor, surrounded by unconscious bodies as their blood smeared on the floor. Where am I? The white dress I wore at my wedding was smudged with dirt, and I could barely see my feet that touched the cold ground. As soon as a whistle replaced the
A vampire, I reiterated in my head. This couldn’t be happening. I had never thought about vampires existing in this era, nor had I ever thought they even existed. So this warlock was trying to use his voodoo to resurrect a creature from the 10th century. I hadn’t known much about vampires except the fact that the older they got, the stronger they become. “You don’t have the ability to resurrect a dead creature,” I pointed out and he scoffed as if I was being absurd for doubting his ability. “I thought I’ve given up on my objectives, but I don’t encourage failure. It’s a shame that I’m considered powerful yet I can’t revive the dead.” He moved across the stone table and flipped the pages of the book, almost tearing off the
Ash and salt. That’s all what I needed to break the spell the warlock cast in this place. The storm raged outside and the lightning in the darkened sky cast light in the area I was in. My eyes lingered around the room, searching for a bottle of salt and a torch. I just hope that what Aunt had told me worked for warlocks because this was my only way out of here. A wooden shelf hung beside the table, with some bottles filled with granules and herbs used for creating a magic spell. I reached for the bottle containing a white salt-like appearance and popped it open. Shaking it, I peered through the brim before pouring some of it on the stone table. Since salt was the only thing used for creating a simple spell, I assumed that this one was.
“The warlock knows so much about the gemstone and the dark soul concealed inside of it,” I started, bringing the brim of the mug closer to my lips and letting the smoke of the hot tea touch my nose. I was sitting on the bed I once slept on when I stayed with them for a night. As I got dressed and fixed myself, I got rid of the dress and wore the tunic clothing that Wendy gave me. They were intently looking at me, anticipating the news I had for them. I felt like it was just rightful to tell them so they could be aware in case the warlock went after them. “Why would he want to unleash the dark soul from the gem?” Wendy asked with a worried look. “He wants to resurrect the corpse from the 10th century. He had been locking this vampire up in this dungeon-like place and he was telling me how he could use the da
I had come so far to even stop now. That thought had been stuck in me since the day I thought I was going to give up. I pulled myself from the ground and stood up, taking in a deep breath before releasing it. I wiped my hand that was stained with mud on my tunic clothing and looked around me to see where I would be heading. I could hardly tell what time it was because of the darkness engulfing the sky, but, despite that, I figured to roam around the forest to search for the pack. I ventured further into the forest and kept my fingers crossed that I would, somehow, find them. My phone was gone and the only thing I had right now was the knife the dwarves gave me, tucked inside the pocket of my clothes. And just when I was about to divert my way, I flicked my eyes behind
Tobias stared down at me in confusion, as I gazed at him, breathing heavily with worry apparent on my face. He grasped my arm and searched for my eyes. “What happened to you?” he asked, his voice was laced with genuine curiosity. He held an umbrella above my head as he studied my face. My bottom lip quivered in fright before I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing my palms on my skin to create heat. I hardly processed what happened; fear devoured me. Despite the coldness of the thunderstorm, the anxiety that surged through my body caused my nape to get warm. “Thank god you found me,” I responded, looking around the empty street. “Where’s the pack?” “Gio brought them in his hous
I had been lying on Giofré’s soft mattress, tossing and turning as thoughts lingered in my head. The sheets were crumpled underneath me and the pillows were sprawled all over the bed. I couldn’t sleep as the vampire’s face appeared vividly in my head. It was haunting me: those sharp fangs and mischievous smirk. They bothered me. I pulled myself up, sitting at the edge of the bed with my palm laid on my side. I rubbed a hand on my forehead and bowed my head, letting my hair cascade to my sides. My heart thumped fast and my hands were sweating, though the room was cold enough because of the rain. I didn’t know what to do and I kept on recalling the moment I saw that vampire, alive. I stood up from the bed and crossed my hands on my chest before approaching the transparent sliding door. The drizzle of the rain spatter