“Girls, we need to get back. It’s almost time for our appointment.” Blake said, looking at the three women shopping.Blake had taken Carol, Betty, and Susan to the shopping plaza to kill time until their appointed schedule with Mrs. Susan Hemingway.Blake brought the Range Rover over and they departed with the women carrying a few bags with them from their purchases. Blake made his way to the same metal gates they had come to earlier. Blake looked up and witnessed the same dark Qi entering the property. The eye of the Formation was definitely here. Pressing the call button again, the same rude voice came through.“Yes?”“I’m Blake Elon. I have an appointment to see Mrs. Susan Hemingway.” Blake said into the microphone. Without a response, the metal gates creaked and sputtered as they were opened to allow Blake entrance.Blake moved forward and entered the property. Looking around, it could be said that there was no gardener to uphold the lawn. It was as if no one was living on the pro
The women around Blake became more vigilant after Blake stated their status. But Blake was calm as ever and leaned over and took his cup and swirled the remaining bit of tea as if looking at it’s properties.“Mrs. Hemingway, if I might ask, where is Mr. Hemingway?” Blake looked over his teacup at the relaxed woman.“He is recuperating after an unfortunate event. He is unable to meet with guests at the moment.” Mrs. Hemingway said with an apologetic look.“I see. I hope he feels better soon,” Blake replied.“Oh, I’m sure he will. His healing meal for the evening arrived ahead of schedule.” Mrs. Hemingway stated with a smile.“You know I have a bit of experience with medical herbs and their properties. If I could have a chance, maybe I could hasten his recovery.” Blake suddenly said as the first to doze off was Carol slumping onto her sister’s shoulder.“Oh, I’m sure he would appreciate that, and I’m sure you could be a great help as well if you could identify the rare herbs within the
A young boy was holding onto a large silver crucifix on his chest. The dark Qi was being channeled through the silver cross and the energy was being placed into the youth’s body. Blake looked over at Mrs. Hemingway and then to the youth inside the box and back again. The features of the boy were white hair and a pale complexion with ruby lips. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, gathering the energy from the mystic item. Legends said that the crucifix and cross were deadly to their kind, but that was a myth and held no actual bearing. The race of Vampires is not immortal; even though they can live for quite a long time, their life force does wain after a certain time when they are not able to maintain their body. These are the times when they are more desperate, and accidents would occur.“He’s quite young,” Blake said and looked at Mrs. Hemingway with a devilish smile. Bringing a bit of blush upon her pale face.“It’s not like that, it’s a prearranged marriage.” Mrs. Hemingway quickly
It was in the early evening, but it seemed later than it should have. The stormy weather gave an eerie vibe that loomed overhead. A lone wanderer is seen quickly walking towards a sizeable two-story estate door as the lightning flashes illuminating the person trying to avoid the rain. Being his last delivery for the day, he’s been ready for his shift to end so he can take a hot shower to take away the weather’s chill. The small awning above the door gave little relief from the drenching rain from the storm. It finally opened from knocking on the door for a minute and sounding the doorbell multiple times. A rather displeased man is standing there and questions him. “This is the Weston estate. State your business.” He bellowed, looking at the gentleman in front of him being rained upon. “I’m here to deliver this envelope. It’s assigned to Mr. George Weston and must be hand-delivered and signed for.” The delivery man said quickly, holding a large brown envelope while getting drenched
To everyone at the table, this came as a complete surprise. Everyone knew that with the help of the Andersons, the family would soar to the top known families in Swanville, California. Steve was the young master of the Anderson family; he was to be the next CEO of their real estate company and heir to Anderson’s fortune. Who wouldn’t want him to be their grandson-in-law? Everyone was whispering to one another, unable to believe what the head of the family had said. “Grandfather, why? He’s competent; he can bring many benefits to the family if this union can be….” Said Claire, almost in tears. She worked hard to pursue this family union, bringing her more benefits into the family’s good graces and using this opportunity to get ahead in the company. A young man sitting opposite Claire smiled. He was jealous of Claire’s influence on the family; she and her sister were always his grandfather’s favorite. He was Henry Weston, Claire’s first cousin, and she and he were always rivals. “Si
“You still want benefits?” Asked George Weston, getting aggravated over the whole ordeal; what was the matter with today’s youth? I would have jumped at the chance to marry into a wealthy family. “I’m selling my freedom of three years in an arranged marriage that we both don’t want; of course, there has to be an incentive.” “How about this, If you two don’t continue the marriage after the allotted time, you can walk away with a million dollars.” Said George Weston. “A million is too low, three million, and it’s a done deal.” Blake is reputed, and how could there be such a low number for the time he had to stay with this woman? “Agreed. What do you say on your end, my dear?” Asked George Weston, looking upon Claire with hope. “Okay, but during this time, he cannot touch me. I will continue to be pure for my future husband. If he defiles me, this contract will be breached, and he will have to pay me fifteen million dollars back as compensation.” Replied Claire looking at Blake with
Blake closed the door and sat on a wooden chair in front of the desk. It was a fairly spacious office with an oak desk, leather seat, a couch on the side, and filing cabinets. A window with shades was behind Mr. Wilson as he sat, giving a vibe from an old movie. “Blake, what happened during your last delivery?” Asked Mr. Wilson, sternly looking at Blake. “I don’t know what you mean?” Asked Blake with a blank expression. “I just got off the phone with a Mr. Weston stating that you will be reporting back to his home tomorrow morning and that you will not be able to work that day. Who did you offend? Do you know who that person is?” asked Mr. Wilson getting angry. “It’s the goddam Weston Family; they are one of the most influential families in the city.” “Sorry, Mr. Wilson, but I was going to explain to you as soon as I got back that I was not going to make it into work tomorrow, but I guess grandfather beat me to it.” Said Blake without showing any concern. “Grandfather, who’s your
Blake awoke early that day, washed and ate a light breakfast, and headed to Elon Delivery Services to meet with Mr. Wilson. When he arrived, Mr. Wilson led him to one of the best shops in the city and bought him a costly three-piece suit and leather shoes. Later he looked into the mirror, and even he was astonished at his image. “I clean up pretty nicely.” It’s been a while since Blake had dressed in a suit other than his military uniform. “That you do. Now let’s get you to your wedding, shall we.” Mr. Wilson then patted his shoulder as they walked towards the counter and paid the clerk. Blake chuckled under his breath, but it was getting pretty late, and he had promised to arrive around seven. He then went straight to Weston Manor after dropping Mr. Wilson back at the company. “Where is that boy? It’s almost seven. Did he run away? I swear I’ll hunt him down if he doesn’t show.” George was looking at his watch as he muttered to himself. Claire was in a long plain-looking white g