Josie's POV(Continued)
"I asked a question childe. Do not make me repeat it." Something about his cadence was rough and forbidding. I took an involuntary step back.
"It's nothing sir." Sir? Who calls their brother sir? "Jo here just got a little confused is all." Lilya stated brightly, her body straightening as she focused on her brother.
Vladimir said nothing. Just continued to stare Lilya down as a muscle ticked in his jaw. What the hell was wrong with him?
"She thought she saw me at the alcove and wondered how I could have gotten to the kitchen island in a few seconds. But I wasn't there you see, I was right here in the kitchen behind her. So you see, it's nothing of importance." She recanted.
"Mistake." He drawled like the word held no meaning to him. "Mistakes are small, simple and often meaningless. But a simple mistake can cost you everything. You will endeavor not to give Miss Puhvel any more rea
Josie's PoV(Continued) “And what exactly are you proposing miss Puhvel?” Do not argue about the name. I reminded myself sternly. “I feel cooped up in this house. I want to see the city. You did promise me a tour after all.” “I did? Funny, I don't remember that conversation.” His lips quirked. I waved his excuse away airily. “It does not matter. I remember enough for the both of us and that's all that matters. Can we go now?” I was jumping at the bit to....do something. Anything. It was a literal itch under my skin. I was given the shortest, most invasive once over. “You do seem presentable. Let's go.” He prowled out of the room, little ole me trailing behind him. I don't think I could ever think of the way Vladimir walked in any other way but a prowl. Each time he moved, he reminded me of a big cat inspecting it's territory. Lazy, confident and methodical. He own
Josie's POv(continued) "Sweet, sweet ground. I missed you so much." I singsong, dabbing at the mound of grass and dirt gratefully. "You are not going to start kissing the ground, are you?" Vladimir asked dubiously. I turned to find him standing next to the culprit of my almost murder, Shelly. "I might, seeing as I thought I was never going to see it again." I scowled at him and he chuckled. If I ever had political power, the first thing I'll do is outlaw bikes. They should all be hunted, burnt and then the remaining scraps should be piled in a damn rocket and shot into space.The most horrifying ride of my life spanned about forty minutes, and in that time, I nearly died a hundred times. Shelly kept going a thousand miles an hour and my heart beat faster than she traveled. Speaking of said organ, I rubbed at my hurting chest. I'd been so petrified that my heart tried to pump it's way
Vladimir's POVThe forest was devoid of any sound, be it from the small animals that made this place home, or pesky humans, and I savored the silence. Twenty yards way, my wildcat trampled through the small cluster of trees like a bear on the warpath, trying to find the perfect hiding spot. She found it eventually in a small bush. Or at least, what passed as one for Jo. The tall grasses were long, but there wasn't enough of it to effectively hide her body.She lay down in it's midst, letting the tall grasses cover her. I chuckled quietly, and for a moment, I wanted to tell her that she was very visible in the grass. For goodness sake, her sneakers were showing. I didn’t, only because it would be most reprehensible of me if I didn’t let the girl have her fun. It’s not her fault I had the advantage of supernatural abilites. Joanne wanted something from me. Until I discovered what it was, I would let this little game of hers play out. Peharps, I might even have a litt
Josie's POVGrayson is here?Jesus H. Christ. Grayson is here!I ran and flung myself at him. With a surprised laugh, he caught me and I was enveloped in the scent of spice, leather and the unique musk that was all Grayson.I clung to him harder, feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden. Grayson was here! He came for me! Wait, does that mean my dad is here too?“It’s great to see you too.” He rumbled as I disengaged from him.The question I’d wanted to ask died on my tongue as I took in his crooked smile…..and the rest of his face. Grayson looked...haggard. I didn’t know how else to describe him. He looked pale, which in itself was a shock because his skin was more of a rich golden hue. His eyes were sunken and he had bags under his eyes. The beginnings of a scar was in his neck, peeking out beneath his shirt and he looked like he had lost a few pounds
Josie's POV(Continued) For the second time this week, I was at Tartu’s airport terminal. Just like last time, I was feeling a myriad of emotions. The difference today is the spark of hope I feel. Grayson was right after all. Arthur didn’t stop being my dad simply because our genes were different. Right on the heels of that thought was fear. What if Mum really threw me out? I coughed, something in the air blocking my nose. “Are you okay, Jo?” Grayson asked as we bypassed the line of on-boarders and security. “Yeah, I think I swallowed the wrong way or something.” We emerged onto the runway, where a very elegant but small plane was waiting for us. Three men in silver and black clothing similar to the get up of the huge scary men with weapons waited by the plane. I clung to Grayson, the sudden comparison filling me with a bout of fear. “Don’t be scared Jo. They are my colleagues.” when we mov
Josie's POV(Continued)My head was both light and heavy, my world nothing but an endless pool of darkness. It was a contradiction of the worst kind. I felt not only light in my head but in every part of me, like I would float away at any moment, and yet, my limbs were so heavy, each part weighed tons.A persistent sound kept intruding on my senses, making my thoughts scatter. The sound was getting louder, demanding I pay attention to it.".....if you don't undo it, I will end you myself!" An enraged voice bellowed, snagging my attention away from the strange state I was in. The enraged voice was familiar, but I couldn't immediately place it.A muffled thud and a yelp followed the words.Then a slow, deep voice rumbled. "Lay another finger on me hunter, and I will relieve you of your limbs." My eyes sprang open.White chandelier. I was staring at a white chandelier i
Josie's POV (Continued)Horns blared, feet moved and people muttered curses as I shoved my way through them.Where was I going? I didn't have the slightest clue. But I'll be damned if it wasn't as far away from Vladimir Sedof and Grayson Callahan as possible. How many lies could they tell me? Why I'm I not visible to anyone except for what they can get out of me? Seriously, do I have pawn written in my fate somewhere? Always forever to be used.Arthur and his wife took me in in exchange for inheritance. Vladimir wants to use me as a weapon in a revenge plot. And Grayson? What the hell is Grayson's deal? Because whatever else may be happening, his actions are anything but altruistic and I am damn tired of being played.I love him! Half my entire life, I have loved him! Even when he didn't see me as anything but a friend. I'd done my best to be there, to be supportive. Even if he didn't love me back, I t
Josie's POV(Continued)“Miss Woods is in room forty-five. Turn left here, and you will find a bank of elevators. Stop on the third floor. Room forty-five is the third door to your right." The receptionist in the Skyline hotel recited in a cautious tone. I wondered why she was using that tone of voice with me."Thank you." I replied numbly, turning to follow her instructions."Um, miss? Are you okay? Do you need a doctor or something?" She asked in a neutral voice, her green eyes roving all over my appearance. I had a good guess as to why she asked that question.My eyes threatened to cloud with tears, but with supreme effort, I held it back."No. Thank you, but that will not be necessary." I turned away and hurried to the bank of elevators. Thankfully, there was no one waiting to use the elevator as well. I got in and pressed on the third button. The floors only went to nine. Behind the gold pa
FlashBack.Somewhere in Durbent.March, 1724.Sven's POV“Little prince.”Careful not to startle Lydia, my pet komodo dragon, I kept my fingers steady even as I moved only my head to glance up at the approaching figure.Even before I looked up, I knew who the familiar voice belonged to. After all, his voice was the same rumbling cadence that read me bed time stories, coached me though my horseback rides and walked me through my sparring sessions; it either sung my praise or gently corrected my mistakes. Besides, he was the only one who ever came to look for me in my hideout.Lydia was done feeding, plus she was weary of humans who were not me, so she turned, her long tail flicking my hand as she trotted back into the out-building.“You know she will make a meal of you one of these days,” he murmured, walking further into my line of vision.His rich brown hair was cut short once again, but it highlighted the brown and gold flecks of his eyes. He was not that much taller than me, but wi
Josie's POV(Continued)“Hello? Are you okay -”“NO!!” It was instant. One minute, I was splat on the ground, having just spilled out of the elevator like a roll of tissue, the world spinning around me, then the next, a flash of light hazel irises, freckles and a button nose.Soft hands gripped my shoulder, and I whirled around instinctively, catching the boy’s wrist in my fingers. And the next thing I knew, a rush of light so bright and warm I went dizzy with it. Then it was over in what felt like seconds. I blinked, and for a single minute, I didn’t understand why there was a gray haired man with sallow skin lying unconscious beneath my feet. The yellow shirt of a store attendant looked so oddly familiar that when reality smacked me in the face, I squeaked and scrambled away on my butt.The warmth rushing though my veins turned to molten heat, threatening to roast me from the inside out. But still, I kept crawling backwards, my stricken gaze on the unconscious boy. My back hit a wa
The Mall, Variku.Monday 12th of August, 2024.8 P.MJosie's POV(Continued)People said that when it rained, it poured. For me, the heavy rain turned into a thunderstorm and now, it was a motherfucking tornado. Of all the terrible ways the day from hell could have gotten even worse, running into Kora was the worst thing that could have happened to me. In a way, it was actually fitting. First, I woke up with the ability to drain people of not just magic but their youth as well. Then I found out that I drained not 1 but 12 women. And now, when my control was nearing it’s limit, I chose to willingly walk into a building with over a hundred people in it -stupid decision, yes I know. So of the hundred, who else would be more appropriate to run into than my cousin?“Hey, cuz. You’re looking especially horrid today.” To accentuate how utterly fucked I was, the elevator dinged as its doors closed, and Kora and her friends were definitely not in it, as evidenced by her cruel words.I bit my li
The Knight's Sisterhood Territory, Variku. Monday, 12th of August, 2024. 5 P.M Josie's POV (Continued) An empty vacuum. That was my brain. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, elevating my heart rate, but the world moved at a snail’s pace. Everywhere I looked was nothing but vibrant colors. So many colors, even a rainbow looked washed out next to them. The buildings, the trees, the ground and even the very air rippled with an array of colors I wasn’t even aware were on the spectrum. I had no idea where I was nor could I order my thoughts. The only thing I could do was watch my surrounding in awe, feeling like I’d been under water my whole life and I’d only just been let up. The colors were deep and contradictory, looking almost like a child tried to paint a picture without giving a rat's ass about the lines. I could see buildings and trees and what not, but the colors made it difficult to immediately identify what I was looking at. And the vibrancy of everything was making my eyes a
FlashBack. Somewhere In Durbent. December, 1724. Sven's POV The sun shone brightly, a rarity at this time of year, but I felt none of its usual warmth today. I ran down Sabnova street, the harsh rays of the sun beating down on me. My hand stayed firmly on the hilt of my sword, hope and fear warring for dominance in my heart. Still, I uttered payers to a god I could only hope truly existed even as I used all of my spare energy to run. I hoped Kros would find me before them, but simultaneously, I prayed he had the good sense to run as far as he could. Far away from here. Even if it meant my life was forfeit, at least he would be safe. The corner ended at a dead end. I’d seen no one behind me, but I didn’t delude myself into thinking I’d managed to escape them. I scanned the area furtively, my panicked gaze latching on to a small rotten ladder in the corner. Half of its rung was missing, but there was still about three rungs left on it. Good enough for me. All I really needed wa
Outside The Knights Sisterhood Territory, Variku.Sunday, 11th of August, 2024.Vladimir's POVHer heartbeat was faint, but steady. It’s been three days since I drugged Joanne, but for some reason, she was still unconscious. I would be worried if the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat didn’t assure me that she was alive and well. For all intents and purposes, Joanne was taking a rather long nap. I could only hope that she wouldn’t need the kiss of a true love to wake up because if that was the case, she was shit out of luck.The wind rustled, bringing a sharp bite to this cold night. The sisterhood’s territory was deserted at this moment, a notion which I was inclined to believe was unusual for them. Perhaps they were all dreading the wrath of the high priestess?Two days ago, after I’d drugged Joanne and had her blood drained -not enough to kill her or send her into shock, thank you very much- my warriors had returned her to her friend’s hotel room. Rupaul Carrignton was not in his room
Braille Mansion, Lourve, Hiiu.Saturday, 10th of August 2024.10:30 AMLilya's POV“The timeline has been moved up. Be ready to move in two weeks,” Yasha’s crispy voice was direct and uncompromising.My lips thinned, but I held in whatever objection I had. “Okay.” I hung up without another word.What could have happened? Did he and Vladimir have a falling out? Of course, the only reason I knew that Yasha and Vladimir had a tentative alliance was because Yasha wanted to rob it in my face that I had fallen out of grace with my sire. I grimaced and quickly squashed that train of thought. Panicking would do me no good right now.All I could do was focus on my own plan. But that led me to the new problem Yasha’s announcement had wrought. Anna met her clan just two days ago. She was nowhere near ready to be chosen by the mark. And I wasn’t her confidant yet. Unfortunately, I was on Yasha's time now, so his word goes.I took out my phone again and dialed one of the only four numbers on speed
FlashBackEstria - February 16,1991.Lady Piia's POV“Enough!” the voice thundered. Leaves rustled and even a few ravens flew away. That’s how bothered the whole surrounding had been by the sudden booming sound. Even from twenty feet away, I shivered at the uncontrolled rage in the tone. But the brown haired waif of a girl who was probably seconds away from being throttled by the irate mountain of a woman stared back defiantly, not a single hint of fear in her expressive chocolate eyes. Albus Nogru, wearing the brown and gold robes of an instructor glowered, her veins bulging as her hands shook, probably from the effort it took not to wrap it around Inna’s neck. “They are people too. They have a right to be taught and you can’t deny them their right!” Inna, my ever defiant, ever reckless friend snapped back loudly. She tilted her chin up, literally and figuratively digging her heels in. I sighed wearily, already knowing what the argument was about even without moving closer. Only
La Niche. Thursday, 8th of August, 2024. 9pm.Jo's POV(Continued)The brown and gold two storey building was at the very end of a cul dé sac. The street was very quiet and the nearest neighbour was about half a mile away. If it weren't for the luxurious cars parked outside the house and the different elite men and women dressed to the nines walking into said building, I would have thought that Vladimir had me brought all the way out here to be murdered.In a way, it sort of reminded me of house of Pulé. I gulped hastily, doing my best to quash the lurid images that sprung up at the thought of that house.Not the time, I admonished the lusty hoe residing rent free in my head."Miss Puhvel?" I turned my head at the voice.Staring down at me expressionlessly from outside the limo was Castor. I blushed for no particular reason and held my hand out to him. Without a word, Castor helped me out of the white rolls Royce limo we just arrived in.Dressed in a sheer cotton pink and white ruffle