" I don't know what you're talking about", I said with fright. " Yes you do. you know what I'm talking about", his head turned into that of the little girl, with his body still intact. I fell to the ground in fear, " No, go away", I shouted. " No, we won't", Patricia and Derek said, with the same head on their necks. " We know you always meet her", they all started to say at the same time, with a voice that sounded divine, echoing through the building, " "and we know what you do with her in your car, you filthy thing". " You're not real, go away ", I shouted all the more. " You're just as filthy as she is. You killed her parents, didn't you". I covered my ears and shut my eyes, but still felt them itching closer, and smelled their breath on my face. " You might as well just kill her". " No!.." I shouted, got up and took to my heels. " Diego, Diego, Diego!" Patricia's voice called but I was still phased out. She smacked me on my shoulder and only then did I
Ariel's POV I sat on my crooked armchair, rocking it around as I brought a small table to the air to support my hanging feet. Mr broom and mob were performing for me as I had instructed them. Not that they were good, in fact, they were the worst performers. Mrs pot and her plates always did a better job, singing melodious songs with heavenly voices. Broom and mob would only jump up and down, up to the ceiling and down to the floor, and the mob would always get his laces tangled up with Mr broom's broomsticks; it was just always fun to watch. But I actually wasn't paying attention, or at least I was carried away; I always was, ever since Diego came. The uneasy, bitter feeling that he left me with a couple of days ago would always come to my mind within every five minutes, and it would always throw me off balance, leading me into helplessness, despair and depression. I reminded myself again to concentrate on the ongoing performance, but then a knock on the door made all t
" Yes it is", the words came from me but I was sure I wasn't talking, I was too flabbergasted to speak, but yet it seemed as if I was not in control of Calipsu's body, as if I was a fragment, a tiny insignificant fragment of consciousness hidden inside her. " And you look better standing there with your smile", she said again, making him smile all the more, " wait let me take a picture". It seemed creepy, absurd even, but it was as if I was seeing through Calipsu's eyes, I wasn't reading her memory, I was just there in her mind, closed off in silence, only to watch her actions unfold. She went to the heliograph that was set on a tripod stand, carrying her heavily pregnant self. For some reason, I felt heavy too, as if I was also pregnant and was walking with her. Right there in the sun-dappled meadow, she stood, with a sense of serene focus. The gentle breeze rustled through the nearby tall grass, and the soft light of the mid morning sun bathed the scene in warm golden
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
The EndMalia's POV " My child, you have to forgive him", mom said as we sat on one of the long chairs. " I can't mom, not after what . he did to you and dad", I said. " Look, life has its twists and turns, but everything happens for a reason", she said and I just couldn't help but wonder what reason there was for her to be killed by Diego. " And there's a more important reason why you should forgive him", she gave me a kind of suspicious look. " What?" " You are carrying his child inside of you", she said, shocking me to the bones. I brought my hand to my tummy, probably to properly check if there was a tiny cub inside it, " I'm pregnant?" " Yes you are, and your child will need his father", she said, my hands still on my tummy. I never imagined having children with Diego. Not that I hadn't thought about it, but there was always a reason to dismiss the thought. I was a werewolf and he was a vampire, what would our offsprings be? H
Malia's POV I couldn't tell how we got home, but eventually we did. I still couldn't put one and two together over the fact that Diego was the one who killed my parents, and I felt horrible, as if I was betraying my poor parents who were unjustly killed by him. But why didn't I recognize him? I guess my memory was so sparse that I couldn't quite put a take on his facial features, but at least I should have known, in one way or another, and the guilt weighed me down. The worst part of it all was that he knew what he did, he knew he killed my parents. I guess he found out during that conversation before in his vehicle when I had showed him the bite mark, no wonder he acted so weird after what I said and even had to drive off with his cock dangling from in-between his zipper. I knew Mrs Bran was going to spread the message to the entire members of the pack. " Did you know that Malia's vampire mate was the one that killed her parents?" that was technically how it was going to s
Malia's POV Hansel had persuaded his brother into giving into my idea of curing the alpha with vampire blood and he had reluctantly agreed to it. " My mate, Diego, he will be willing to give his blood", I said as I sat up on the floor of the dungeon. " So how is this going to work? Surely, we can't bring him hear", Mr Clinton said. " What we need is just the blood, not him. I suggest she goes back to where they met with a few others and drain a substantial amount of blood from him", Mr Pakistan said. " The same as I thought ", Hans said, " I'll send some people to accompany you". " But just to be on a safer side, hope we're not in any way going against any rule or something? Or at least we won't get into a clash with the vampires?" Mr Clinton asked, too humbly for someone whom I thought was hot tempered. " You're talking as if you don't want to get on their bad side ", Hans said, " as far as I know we are to follow only the directive of the Assembly, and that will not
Diego's POV I killed my own mother. That was it. No wonder dad never talked about her. No wonder he never answered any of my questions about her, about what she was like, who she was, how she died, none of them. He had been keeping me in the dark just so that I wouldn't feel responsible for her death. " It is not your fault Diego", he said, holding my two hands and cupping them into his. But alas it was indeed my fault. I was the little beast eating her away from within, little me was the one sucking up all the blood and nutrients in her, and I was the reason she decided to disembowel herself. Just thinking about it reminded me so much of Malia's mother laying cut open there on the white and black marble church floor, and the fact that my mother experienced such sent cold shivers down my spine. I hadn't only disemboweled Malia's mother, I had also disemboweled my mother. A feeling of uncertainty overcame me as I stared dead straight at my father, the pain of the loss of
Diego's POV I waited. There was a very good chance that I wouldn't go hungry again; at least for a long time since I had taken pure blood, and so I spent the whole day sleeping comfortably. I hadn't seen dad in a very long time and I was a little worried about him. I knew very well that he had not fully recovered from that attack even though he would never agree to that. As I stared upwards at the ceiling, unconsciously trying to decipher the color in the dark forecast, a green light appeared right in front of the door, spiralling in circles and expanding. I became scared instantly, wondering if I was in another dream or if the old woman from my dream had come to pay me a visit. I know I asked her who she was and I was curious to find out, but that never meant that I was ready to take our relationship out of Dreamland. The circle became bigger and bigger, getting brighter along its edges, just like a hole in the air. Suddenly, someone jumped out of the hole and into
Diego's POV After Malia left, I slumped on the bed, feeling a little bit guilty that I had drank a good portion of her blood but still feeling thankful. I knew she was finding it hard to believe that a vampire's blood was the cure to a vampire bite, but the thesis had been proved by the medical practitioners in our pride, especially Dr Josh, and I knew that she was going to give it a try. She wouldn't just let her alpha die just like that. I couldn't tell when I became weary and slowly drifted off to sleep. " The dark is always comforting, for those who bear great secrets", the familiar voice echoed in the drowning darkness, bringing my senses back to life except for the sense of sight. The voice came again, inside my head, " the dark is always comforting, for those who bear great secrets", and with the force of a descending meteorite, something pulled me down in the darkness, into something that seemed like a pool of water. I gasped for breath but found none, and with each
Malia's POV " Wait, wait, I might have misunderstood. Is it that the blood has to be applied on the injury or that he has to drink it like he drinks water?" I asked. " He has to drink it", Diego said. Deep is calling on deep, And it has always been sure, That the one he holds beneath, Is nothing but a hard earned fool. He sounded so foolish that the poem just popped up in my mind for whatever reason. I mean, how can a vampire's blood cure a likable vampire bite? It was just like saying that mosquitoes were the cure to malaria as much as they were the cause of it, therefore we should feed on them - how stupid could that be? " We may be carnivores Diego, but we surely are not blood suckers like you folks", I said, meaning no form of harm or belittling. " Malia, it's the only way that he can get better, if not the bite area would keep expanding until he loses too much blood and ends up dying", he said, his eyes flaring up in undeniably sincerity. He was actuall
I had requested for the truth, but the truth was far too frightening for what I had imagined, and after that experience here I was, face to face with the mighty Calipsu in some unknown, magical, non-existent place. She smiled at me, her smile radiating warmth and friendliness as her hair effortlessly floated in the air, commending her . overflowing pearl imprint gown which made her seem so much like a female lead character from a Bollywood movie - almost like Priyanka Chopra. " Why do you look so surprised?" she asked, " you wanted to know the truth and here I am", she said, her voice sounding heavenly, soft and still high pitched, and it did to the ears what the soft breeze that brushes against calm lakes did to the soul. " You are here to tell me the truth?" I asked as I took a few steps towards her before picking up my manners from wherever it is that I must have kept it. " Pardon me ma, good morning, or rather good afternoon.............. I don't even know what time it i
Ariel's POV The whole place became windy, and before I could tell what was happening I was hurled into the familiar wind tunnel, tossing around so carelessly as the screens of events remained vague and not understandable. I gasped as I opened my eyes, finding myself back in my apartment, only to feel the tide of the wind rising again - not again. I was pretty sure that I was going to throw up after that ride. I got sucked up again into the wind tunnel, the screens of events reappearing. The wind was getting stronger as I felt pulled downward in the tunnel, going deeper and deeper into a black smaller tunnel, almost like the pure depiction of the black hole in space, but this time a much smaller one, but still spherical and black, frightening even. I held my breath as I approached that part of the tunnel, and when I was finally inside it, the darkness surrounded me as I kept falling into the unknown, unable to see anything, just total darkness. Suddenly I started slowing dow