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
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
" 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
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
Diego's POV Some people say that love is blind, and I'm quite sure that I can agree with them. Love really is blind. I had pleaded with Malia to leave before I would hurt her just like I had done in my dream, or vision, or whatever it is that was. But she was a blockhead. The type that would do just exactly that which you tell her not to do. I had thought that it was only kids that were that stubborn, but Malia was proof that the petty stubbornness can also be found in adults. After I had uncontrollably bit and sucked her blood, I came back to my normal self only when I had sucked enough and she fainted to the floor, probably because she had lost too much blood. I picked her up, almost crying, trying so hard not to think of the possibility of her dying, praying for that intention, and luckily, she began to heal. There was no doubt that the Moon Goddess was on our side. " How are you?" she asked as she opened her eyes so well, probably still healing. " That isn't what m
Grafting. The concept of grafting has always seemed far fetched for me. That particular notion of joining parts of two or more plants to make them appear as one, has always seemed theoretical to me, never. practical, not until while pursuing for a parasitology degree in Howard. We were all divided into different groups of three people each, and every group was given two fruits to graft and bring to class in the next month. My group was given an apple and a guava, and at first I thought about giving up on that particular assignment because it seemed practically impossible. Apple and guava are two different fruit species that belong to distinct botanical families and have different growth habits and environmental requirements, and as such, it is not possible to graft or grow them together on the same tree. So I thought that it would be more suitable to not even begin a task that I certainly wouldn't be able to finish. But the only girl in our group; I think her name was Halle o
" I didn't", she retorted, her lips twitching towards the left side of her face like she was itching, " I did", she heaved, " it's actually complicated". " I don't think it is. Did you or did you not know? it's practically a yes or no question", I said, feigning annoyance. " Okay. I knew. I knew that my pack was trying to assassinate you and your father and I tried to inform you, but that was when I was captured and taken to that medical facility that treated me like a lab rat", she said, getting all teary, and I didn't even know when I mellowed down, taking her into my embrace in a tight hug. I knew she wouldn't have stayed still and watched her pack try to harm me, and I knew that she knew that I would do the same for her. " They even treated Hansel worse than me, even though he did nothing wrong, he was only trying to find me, and they captured him and almost killed him", she said, sobbing slowly and holding herself lest she releases an outburst. " I'm sorry, I'm sorry",
Ariel's POV I left Diego's place feeling like someone who had just discovered that the people she had known all her life to be her parents were not actually her biological parents, and that feeling created a void deep inside my heart. Everything that I had known to be true was actually false, and that wasn't the only thing, no one, except Diego's father knew of that. That means that everyone was unknowingly living in a lie, in a fallacy, in untrue beliefs that had been sieved and restructured throughout history. " Wait, this thing that you are telling me right now, does the council of witches have knowledge of that?" I had asked him the night before. " Well, according to what my Kelly told me, they don't. Not even the powerful three black witches from Africa", he said and I raised my eyebrows in surprise, " Kelly gave me a detailed description of the people she used to work with", he said, trying to remind me that he wasn't a deity that was all knowing - omniscience. " So...
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