"Me?" Maris asked, turning her head to see if there was anybody behind.
"Yes, what are you doing in this place?" The queen questioned with hatred dripping from her voice. "You're not welcome here."
"Mother, stop it!" Logan slid in between her and Maris, shielding his consort with his body. "I will not let you make my guest feel neglected."
"I'm not neglecting her," Logan's mother said, eyeing her from head to toe. "She knows who she is and what her kind did."
"My kind?" Maris said in a question like manner with a look of confusion spreading all over her face. "I don't understand."
She took a step back and looked down at her body before taking her gaze higher to the woman.
"Don't play that game with me." The queen scowled then pointed a finger at her.
"Mother, why are you doing this?" Sanna asked, stepping into their midst.
"She is a siren." The mother stated through gritted teeth and her body shook as she took in de
The scent of something roasting above a fire wafted into Maris' nose and prompted her to open the windows to her soul. The exact words her mother used whenever Maris had itchy eyes as a kid and needed some eye drops.Her vision wasn't clear at first then later, it did and she widened her eyes when she couldn't recognize where she was. The room wasn't the same size as Sanna's, but it was just okay and painted in green.She turned to the right and jolted as their eyes locked on like magnets, four pairs of eyes blinked in unison. There was an alertness in her eyes as she narrowed them into crinkled slits and primed her lips."Where am I?" She asked him, but he got up and disappeared out of the room. "Tristan!"The exclamation sent a wave of headache to hit her hard on the head and she winced, nursing her head with her right hand. The moment she caught sight of the identification, according to what her mother said–she screwed her eyes tight and la
"I'll go check it out." Tristan gestured for her to wait there and she nodded. "I'm sure it's nothing serious."Just as he was about to walk away, he halted and a sour expression settled on his face."What do you want?" He sounded pissed and Maris wondered if it was an annoying ex girlfriend that had returned to plea for mercy."Where is Maris?" A familiar voice sounded from the hall and it echoed, making Maris' heart to spring up with hope.Just the mere sound of his voice made her happy, but when she remembered how cowardly he acted the previous night... She folded her arms and backed the door, eyes fixed on the folds as breeze blew them out every once in a while."None of your business." Tristan spat, slightly getting angry as he stood in front of the door, not letting him get into the room."Out of the way, do you realize she's my lemen?!" He roared and Tristan didn't shake, not even the bushy brows above hi
DraculaHe waited impatiently by the window for his new follower to arrive with good news or with the demon host.There was a knock on the door and Dracula zoomed to his chair, he couldn't risk to look uncool. He sat and reclined in the chair, plastering his elbows on the arm rests and clasping his palms together so he could raise them to his face."Come." The handle twisted, but it didn't open so he rolled his eyes and groaned before going to unlock the door.He walked back to his seat and interlocked his fingers on his stomach as he studied the person with hooded eyes.Curiosity bubbled and nudged him to ask a certain question."Why are you always dressed in a coat, minion?" Dracula scrutinized the follower from head to toe, not getting a proper look at the face of the mystery person. Well, not so mystery to him."So they wouldn't know it's me, sir." Answered the minion."Whatev
Maris~Ufeli forest.Her head rested on his rising and falling chest with her index fingers, drawing lines on his almost bald chest. Almost.Heat spread all over her body and she solemnly wondered the kind of feeling of euphoria she'd get if it was the main thing they did since just a kiss ignited so much in her."So," he started, drawing slow circles on her shoulder. "You never replied if you love me back.""Well-" she halted in her tracks then raised her head up. "Why are we acting as if we just made love?""I have no idea." He shrugged and they shared a laugh, enjoying the sound of the water fall. "So, you said you're a virgin, yeah?"Maris sat up and stared at him with silent laughter dancing in her eyes."Of course not." She shook her head and looked ahead of her, picking up a stone and tossing it into the water. "I mean, locks man had his way with me and-""What?!" Logan sat up, face already turning red.&
Maris' heart almost flew out her chest when she jerked, but she held her chest and prevented that."I can explain." Maris sprang up to her feet, holding up her hands in a surrendering manner the moment she and Sanna locked gazes. "I'm not here to kill-"Maris was halted in her tracks because Sanna unexpectedly pulled her in for a hug, saying, "I missed you."Firstly, Maris' body was stiff and her hands hung lazily beside her body. Slowly, after blinking a couple times, she hugged Sanna back. It felt as if Sanna was the big sister she never had, Sanna had this aura of maturity that always hovered above her head.After they pulled out of the hug, Maris choked on a laugh and Sanna squinted an eye at her."What's funny?" Sanna rested her hands on her waist and cocked her head to one side."I was thinking you'd hate me for what my so called kind did to you. I don't even know how to feel after the shocking
She lost the grip she had on the dress and it slipped to the ground once again, leaving her half naked body to melt in his arms.Was it just her or was it hot the way he roughly pulled her to his chest?"Don't get lost." He snapped his fingers in her face and she jerked, blinking away the embarrassment as it hit her wave after wave."Lost where?" She managed to ask amidst the thoughts that were scattered in her head."My eyes." He whispered and she resisted the roll of her eyes by only shaking her head with light chuckles, escaping her lips. "Wait."Logan rushed into the bathroom, giving Maris the chance to glance around and take in her environment. His room was painted in Royal blue and had a king size bed in the middle. Thick, heavy and black curtains mirrored his duvet that was neatly spread on his bed.The sound of water splashing on the floor drew her attention back and she looked down at her
"Kill the witch!" A man with jet black hair exclaimed and they charged towards her.Maris turned to run away, but there wasn't any luck on her side as she tripped on a stone and fell on her stomach, bruising her cheek. She laid on her butt and supported herself up with both her palms, flatly placed to the ground."No, I'm not a witch." She cried, eyes darting from one person to the other. She didn't know what to do. All that was spinning in her head was that she would die.Her heart pounded and her mouth went dry as she tried to crawl backwards on her butt away from them."Please, I'm not here to harm you." Her voice seized and was now cracky."Tell that to the devil in hell," said the woman that had shape shifted earlier through gritted teeth."Logan!" Maris screamed, covering her face with her arms.The shape shifter raised a spear in attempt to push it through her chest, but something happened.
"Please!" Her voice sounded coarse like she had been starved of water for many days.She held on tight to Maris' shirt and Maris' eyes widened with folds on her forehead–The shirt, it was actually Logan's grey shirt. Quickly, Logan rushed to where she was and freed his consort of the woman's grip."My goodness, Mrs-" Maris didn't get to finish her sentence because Logan stepped in front of the woman."Stay away from her." Logan's eyes became darker as he shoved Maris behind him and sneered, visibly scaring the woman with his white fangs."I'm not here to hurt her, believe me." She trembled, falling on her knees with a face that mirrored the wet weekend. "I need her help.""Why?" Logan's eye brows kissed each other with creases in between them."Water," was the last thing the woman said before she collapsed to the floor and her lids closed."Let's help her." Maris tapped the back of his shirt, her he