" 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
I must've had an ear problem. Yeah, that must have been the case. Or rather he didn't literally mean what he was saying, like he was using an idiom. That must be it. Those damn idiomatic expressions can be as misleading as hell, imagine someone walking up to you and telling you that they saw a white elephant, only for you to later figure out that there wasn't an actual white elephant, just that the person had witnessed something unimaginable. Yeah, it was always unnerving, just like when you find out for the first time that Santa Claus doesn't actually exist, it's just mom that has been placing those gifts under the tree all those years. I even knew a girl that cried for several days when she found out that the tooth fairy doesn't really exist, the poor fellow would've probably been a grandmother by then, or would have even met her demise. " Excuse me sir, you mean that she had a vampire turn you into one, right?" I asked, just to be clear. " No. She turned me into one by hers
" What? You do what?" I asked him, my eyes widened in surprise. " I said I know who you are. Now come on in or if what you want to say is very brief, you can say it here right now", he said, keeping me on my toes with his husky voice. " Okay", I said. He proceeded to go into the house while I followed after him. His footsteps were tired, as if he was finding it hard to carry his own weight. He led me into the sitting room; a fairly spacious one with cloth covered sofas, all giving off the aura of a warm home. " Have a sit", he said, pointing at the sofa right opposite the television. The sofas were four in total; a three in one, a two in one, and two singles, all set to fill up the space allocated to the sitting room. He sat on the one next to the television, with a sofa dividing us both, giving a considerable amount of distance. " So, what do I owe this August visit?" he asked, relaxing carefully on the sofa, preparing himself to listen to any rubbish that I had to spill
Ariel's POV I immediately got zapped up into the familiar tunnel unconsciously, but instead of traveling down the tunnel, I started swirling around like that was inside a tornado. Drops of water appeared out of thin air, forming little screens that were showing different things, but all were of Calipsu, as if I was watching short videos of her with different screens, all passing by and rummaging with the storm inside the tunnel, giving little time for me to make out sense of what any of them were showing. The wind was picking up, blowing my hair into my face and my clothes almost away from my body. I tried to focus on the screens, but they were too much for me to focus on anyone. One screen was depicting Calipsu at another date with Diego's father, another was the familiar picnic scene, another was of both of them in bed, making love, another showed where she was casting a spell on a sleeping Diego's father, lying in the center of a witch's circle, but the one that grabbed my
Death. It has always been a mystery, a journey whose end no one knows. No one has ever trailed down that road and returned, and so there was no answer to any questions one might have regarding the phenomenon. But one thing was certain; that everyone, every living creature must die. For humans, their time was shorter. They mostly died at seventy, eighty, ninety, hundred, or sometimes a hundred and a few more years, but it never exceeded a hundred and fifty. For werewolves it was a bit longer - three hundred, three hundred and fifty, four hundred, and so on, but they normally did not exceed five hundred. Witches normally exceed five hundred, even reaching up to seven hundred if they do take proper care of themselves, while vampires were topping the list, being able to live for a thousand years, but normally not exceeding a thousand and two hundred. It was also believed that one goes on to another part of the world after death. The Abrahamic religions - the Christians, Muslims, and
Patricia's POV I drove off immediately as soon as we locked up Diego in the room. I couldn't tell why dad would choose to have him locked up in that house, of all the places that he could possibly be locked up in. The house held memories that I wasn't so fond of, memories that I had buried deep inside me, sent straight to the back of my mind, and seeing the house again almost got me overwhelmed with the emotions that I had tried so hard to bury over all these years. But yet again that was predictable of my father. It was literally in his nature to torture me, to bruise me, both physically and mentally, all for the goal of making me stronger and wiser, and it was working. The fact that I walked into that house and came out without having cried myself to stupor was evidence of my father's toughening syndrome being active in me. I drove off immediately before the wall I had put up would crash to pieces, dropping the two guards at the Maester's quarters and leaving immediately t
" No, please, stop", Diego said, likely talking to himself as he struggled to let go of my neck. Trembling, he got his hands off, tears running down his cheeks as he tried to control himself. His head moved with the intention of burying his teeth into my neck, but instead he bit into his arm, shouting in-between as he kept biting his arm. I was too astounded to even move and I just laid there, watching him try to tame the monster in him. " Tie me up now!" he said as he continued biting, somewhat making it hard to discern what he was saying but thankfully, I was quick-witted and realized what his grumbling meant. I pushed him off my body, slamming him into the wall as the urge in him tried to have him attack me, but instead he bit deeper into his arm as the dripping blood increased. I quickly got the bed sheet and immediately tackled him to the floor, tying the sheet behind his back and letting him gawk for some time. I got off him and moved to the other side of the room, trying
Malia's POV I kept worrying. About Diego, about Hansel, about alpha Jace. These three men whose lives have become much harder just because of me, and I couldn't help crying myself to sleep sometimes. I felt that Hansel was getting better, even though I wasn't pretty sure if he had woken up, but alpha Jace was definitely getting worse. Hans' constant visit to the dungeon and his beatings and threats confirmed all that; he was dying. The physicians at the clinic couldn't figure out what was happening to him and couldn't find a remedy, something to treat him with. I wondered what could have gone wrong with me. He wasn't supposed to suffer from my bite, certainly not, not even when the bite was deep enough let alone when the bite wasn't so deep. There had to be an answer somewhere, a solution, an explanation as to why that was happening. The door slammed open and one of the guards walked in, with another following right behind him. Without saying a word, they both held me, ty
Was it Diego? Hell no, it was his father, but he damn looked exactly like his son. If Diego had been the one staring at him, it would feel like looking at a mirror; just that the mirror would have a moustache and curly hair that was even better than his bland face and plain boy haircut. It absolutely felt like deja Vu. " Um, yeah, yeah, I'm faaaaaaaine", she was about to let go of hid grip, forgetting that her legs were still stunted and her back was still angled perpendicularly. Yeah, I was inside her, muted, shut out, somewhere inside, but still very much able to know what was going on even though I had no control whatsoever of her actions or whatever was going on - just like old times, back at the picnic memory. She was about to fall even harder as she threw her handbag upwards in a reflex action, her right leg moving up to form an angle of 95% while her left one stayed put to the ground, and for whatever reason it may be, her mouth was terribly wide open. He surg
Ariel's POV Calipsu. She was a legend in the witches' world. The most powerful of all witches, the most skilled and advanced in tropical magic and spells, that was who she was. All the witches revered her, afraid to incur her wrath upon them; that was just how strong she was. She was the leader of the witches' council before Madison, and during her time as my mother usually told me, witches were feared as demigods. She was the thirteenth member of the witches' council, and their sovereign power and glory was sometimes attributed to the number 13; a number that cleans and purifies. The number 13 brings the test, the suffering and the death. It symbolizes death to the matter or to oneself and the birth to the spirit: the passage on a higher level of existence. For the superstitious, especially with Christian folks, this number brings the bad luck or the misfortune. But for the cabalist, the number 13 is the meaning of the Snake, the dragon, Satan and the murderer. But it is a