" 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