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
Lucas had been giving an eye to Kevin which received a light nudge from me. He surely could sense something odd about his demeanor, but since we were here to retrieve the weapon I left inside the drawer of the nightstand, we had to look nice and polite. I didn’t want to scare him off, though I had already been observing his every movement: the way he talked, walked, and almost every bit of his action. I could already sense something, perhaps a gut feeling I couldn’t shake off. And I knew what I saw that night, him standing in front of the tall vampire lady, was unlikely. He wasn’t startled or scared. He looked compliant and inferior. I guess it was because he was so little compared to the vampire. He ushered us inside and welcomed me into his apartment again. The same old decorations greeted me as I sheepishly moved further into the apartment until I could glimpse the room. I let Lucas stand near the fron
I was filled with anticipation as I studied the devastated look on their faces. Wendy’s forehead started to form some wrinkles and Weston’s eyes were cloaked with worry. They didn’t budge for a few minutes, hesitating to blurt out what they had been suffering from. They told me I was just in time and they needed my help, but I guess Lucas’s presence made them quite hesitant. I flicked my eyes to my side where Lucas stood, arms crossed above his chests as he stared out the window. He wasn’t paying attention to the dwarves, instead, he was checking the weather for a distraction. When Wendy let out a sigh out of exhaustion, she finally spoke. “It’s about the gemstone, Portia,” she told us with a wary look on her face. “What about the gemstone? Was it stolen again?” I worriedly replied and clasped my hands toge
I crouched beside Weston’s quivering body, eagerly making him stop as Wendy stared at me with wide eyes. As she held the side of his face, the blood running from Weston’s mouth stained her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she tapped his cheek in the hopes of getting back his consciousness. It didn’t work and he just laid flat on the ground, every inch of his body moving, and his eyes didn’t dare to blink. They just displayed darkness—as dark as a marble. I flitted my eyes at Lucas and said, “Help us lift him.” He nodded in compliance before he crouched beside Weston’s body, sliding his arms under him and effortlessly lifted him from the ground. Wendy arranged the bed, put some pillows out of the way, as Lucas laid him on the mattress. “What shoul