Malia's POV " Malia!" I heard my mother calling out to me in the lovely way she did whenever she wanted to coax me into eating meat. I hated meat so much as a child that I never ate it, but my mother, knowing so well that I needed the essential nutrients it provided, always had to pet and convince me each time before I'll consider eating meat, if not, I'll stock my tummy up with chips and veggies - imagine being a vegan and a werewolf? Ironical isn't it? I was just so very stupid back then. " Malia!" the voice called again, and as I laid on the cold, bare, concrete floor, I saw her before me, together with my dad and little brother, standing before the door. They were all there. " Malia", my dad called this time, " we will never leave you, we will always be with you. Now get up child", he said in a very calm way, and I needed no soothsayer to tell me that I was hallucinating - dad never sounded calm, " get up and stay alive", my mum added. Even though I knew it was
" What the hell is going on here?" I asked the Diegos, but I was quite sure that my voice was so tiny that I wasn't heard. " Take her out", the last Diego that entered said, leaving me confused. He looked like the Diego I knew, but his voice was different. They came over and took me by the arm. I resisted, but they easily overpowered me. " Diego! Diego it's me", I said as they carried me out of the room. Only when I was carried to the properly lit hallway did I realize how I stupid I was - none of them was Diego. They roughly dragged me along the floor, not minding that I was so weak, and then brought me into the same room I was taken away from, where Hansel was. There was another bed at the corner, and they dragged me to the bed and strapped my naked body to the bed which was more of like a metal table. My vision was still blurry, my eyes were still getting adjusted to the bright light. I tried to tilt my head to avoid directly looking at the light bulb at the
Diego's POV I quickly drove out of the countryside, away from Ariel's house, smelling like burnt chicken, with my clothes half burnt in such a way that it seemed as if I was hastily roasted above fire. My whole body was hurting like hell, and my legs were still shaking, as if they were still subjected to electric shock. I barely got through the traffic in Central City, but at last, I made it home. I managed to walk to my room, almost crippled by the effect of the lightning and with the way it threw me to the ground, and on getting to the standing mirror in my room, I was aghast at how my electrified hair all stood, puffy, large, and hanging everywhere, making me look like revolutionary model on a runway, showcasing a sense of fashion that will never be practiced by normal individuals. I took a shower and came out of the bathroom, got into my pyjamas and climbed onto my bed. Thoughts of Malia filled my mind, and I couldn't fall asleep. I was nervous about her safety
Or at least I wish I told her that, cause she certainly deserved to be called that, she earned the title - a bitch. " Is everyone of the same opinion with Dr Carrie?" Valkyrie asked, still relaxing on his armchair. " Um.......... I'm sorry but Dr Carrie, if I may ask, why are we so concerned about these impurities that are spoken of? Of what effect are they to us?" I asked politely, after submerging the urge to call her a bitch right to her face. She seemed taken aback a little at first, probably surprised that I'll be so engaging on my first day at work; everyone was. " Well, these impurities are toxins in their blood which congeal during fermentation, and thus, become dangerous. It does not inherently migrate from the blood even during its industrial production into things like milk, jelly, butter, mayonnaise, or any other thing", she said. " And I believe that the reason as to why these impurities are not dangerous to us when we drink from the host body, is becaus
" Would you like a tour round the orphanage? You know, get to see the children?" father Louis asked after he signed the contract. " Don't worry, some other time", I said, not buying any motive he had. " Come on, nothing bad can come out of it, and the children are lovely, come", gesturing me to follow him. I succumbed and followed him upstairs, where the clatter of spoons, forks, and plates harmonized in a balanced lovely way with echoes of laughter, making the seemingly noisy sound to feel like music to the ears and language to the soul. There were kids everywhere around the very large round dining table. Teenagers of around fifteen years were the bigger ones there, and they were doing a fine job, chatting with each other and feeding the toddlers as they themselves ate. The semi little kids had stew spewed on their lips and chin; a vivid image of a vampire who had just drained a victim, and the stew was benevolent enough to expand it's territory, marking its boundaries o
" You moron!" she shouted and I closed my eyes, allowing her to do anything she deemed fit with me, " just bring your dirty self inside", she said and walked inside. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't hypnotized or dreaming, because the fact that Ariel left me unpunished after making her bleed was still not settling too well with me. Like, it was unbelievable, and I wondered if she welcomed me in to deal with me in a more harsh way. I just usually thought that the sky would fall before she would consider being so merciful. I walked into the apartment and it was just like I remembered fifty years ago, not with the cushions and television I saw last time, but with the piano of centipedes and millipedes, the center table of human skeleton, the artifacts of fearful creatures, and the green fire in the fireplace which sent illuminating green light to every corner of the room. I took a seat on the familiar sofa made out of petrified sheep, where I had undid her underwear and
Ariel's POV Diego was trembling as he stood up on his feet, panting like someone who had run a marathon from Central City to New York. " Calm down Diego, calm down, your priority right now is finding her", I was even surprised that I said that, and the poor lovesick man before me nodded in affirmation like a child, obviously trying to breathe his way to calmness. " Diego, tell me, what did you see?" I asked again in a serious tone. " It was a cabin, an underground cabin. It was built like........like.........like a lab, and.............. and............", he couldn't just get the words out. I gently tapped him on his shoulder to calm him down: breathing alone wasn't getting the job done. " What more Diego? What else did you see?" " She was being tortured, Malia, she was....... she was tormented", he started to cry, like a baby whose mother left for work, and I couldn't just help but console him, in as much as I didn't want to, " we need to find her, we must fin
" Diego! Diego! she's no more, she's dead!" I shouted at him and he snapped out of anything that was keeping him there on the floor. " No, it can't be true", he pushed me out of the way and took her head in his hands. I would've gotten annoyed but saving her was more important than my feelings as of then. " No, Malia wake up!" he tapped her cheeks, shaking her vibrantly as if she was actually sleeping and would wake with the agitation. Her abdomen was still dripping blood, and everything was messed up. My eyes caught the sight of another naked body strapped on another metal table, with blood splattered on his body, while his chest was open - I almost threw up at the sight. Diego was still doing whatever he could to revive his revolutionary lover, even performing CPR and heart pump, but none seemed to be working. I flickered lightning with my index finger and sent it straight to her heart, startling Diego who backed out immediately. She gulped for breath, raising her he