Patricia's POV I stared at the mirror, into my dazzling reflection. The ring light that circled the standing mirror did a marvelous work in brightening my aura. I picked up the mascara on the cupboard and gently brushed my lashes with it. I examined my face in the mirror and felt content. I picked the wine colored lipstick and smeared it on my lips, but on inspecting my face, I didn't like it, so I quickly wiped it off. I tried the peach red lipstick, it still wasn't giving me the look I wanted, I tried other red lipsticks - the blood red one, the faint red one, even the pink one, still none of them gave me that look I wanted, the look I didn't know but still yearned for, and not the red ones that kept making me look like The witch in the little mermaid movie. I wiped everything off, leaving my face bare with only the mascara. There was a chocolate bar at the side of the mirror, it was one of the products of the blood farm where Diego was currently working as the deputy manag
It was about thirty years ago. We had gone clubbing like we used to, and danced our hearts out while drinking our intestines to shreds. Derek couldn't hold his liquor anymore, so he told us he was going to leave early. I had wanted to use the restroom, but I guess I couldn't hold my liquor too, so instead of going into the women's restroom, I stupidly went into the men's restroom. I drunkenly banged at one of the toilets, throwing it wide open, only to find Derek gulping at some guy's cock as if his life depended on it - a funny, sexy way of discovering that your friend is into men. I expected him to stop, but it seemed as if they were either too drunk or in the heat of the moment to notice me, or even both, and so they continued with their sexual endeavor. I wasn't shocked, but at least I was surprised. Derek had never shown any tendency of being gay, and yet, there he was, sucking a guy's dick like a fucking bitch - I guess being gay wasn't only limited to femme guys. The
Malia's POV Even though my eyes were still closed, I could feel the splitting, painful sensation in my head. I slowly opened my eyes, gently adjusting my cones to adapt to the bright light. I looked around the place; it was a sitting room, a nicely furnished one with white sofas and white floors. I sat up, and the blanket that was over me fell out, revealing my breasts. I then remembered that I was even naked. I pulled the blanket and covered my body, and stood up to conduct a more thorough inspection of the place. I wondered if it was Diego's house, but I wasn't so fast to conclude since I couldn't perceive any vampire scent. Hansel was also on a longer sofa, sleeping comfortably with a blanket over him, obviously naked too under it; his dick was rising and falling with the tide of his breath. A door to the inner part of the house opened and I instinctively shapeshifted, ready to pounce and devour any threat that may have come in. A lady, vaguely familiar as she was, stopped
My heart sank into my stomach for a moment. I was dumbfounded, totally speechless. I was sure Diego wouldn't do that to me, I was convinced that she was lying. " Used to, actually", she said as she came back with a glass of milk, placing it before me and sitting back down, " we dated fifty years ago, but sadly, he broke up with me, and I will never be able to tell why", she said with strings of attached emotions in her voice, likely still surfing on the sea of feelings for him, but at least now she was making sense - Diego wasn't cheating on me. " Do drink up", she motioned me to pick up the glass of milk and I timidly did, resolving within myself to wholeheartedly accept death if she had in anyway poisoned the drink, " I'm sure it wouldn't bother you anymore, I mean, since you're mated to him", she said, nitpicking her fingers as I absentmindedly gulped down the whole glass of milk, still acting timid; I was just too starved to sympathize with her, or to even feel sorry for her.
" The what?" Malia asked, clearly oblivious to what the Assembly was. " The Assembly", i said again, " it is a gathering of the creatures of the underworld headed by the witches". " And how can this Assembly help me or Diego out?". " You guys are mated together, you feel the mating pull for each other in as much as I would not want that to be true. You guys are an exception, and the only way to prove that this exception was mandated by the Moon Goddess, that you are Diego are not out of your minds, is through any test that the Assembly would have to perform", I held her by the shoulders, " trust me, once you guys pass their test and prove to the world that you are destined for each other, no one will stand against you people being together", she squeezed her face, thinking about what I had just said, her imaginations probably running wild with the very idea of living freely with Diego. " And how can I call the Assembly?" She asked, after giving the matter a thought. " I wi
Diego's POV Something wasn't right, and even in my sleep I knew that. It was as if I was wasting my time in sleep, as if there was something I was supposed to do which I wasn't doing, and that made sleeping very uncomfortable. I lazily opened my eyes, grateful that the white light in the room wasn't so bright, and the sun that peered through the window blinds wasn't so harsh. I tried to recall what happened while looking around, trying to figure out where I was, and there she was, Patricia, staring down at me with an unreadable expression. I jerked back, not in fear or shock, but in something in-between that fear and shock. " You heal so fast, and you were just damn lucky that I didn't have a silver blade with me", she said, cold and withdrawn. Her face wasn't painted in shades with the different colors of the rainbow, and even her clothes spoke volumes of how much she had deviated from her usual flamboyant self. " Why Patricia? Did I do anything to wrong you? Yes, I betra
" The blood farm. I want to go to the blood farm". " What for?" he asked, even though sure enough I knew that he knew why I was making such a request, but I answered anyway. " I agreed to provide a solution to a problem at the blood farm, and even though my time is out, I would still like to see what I can do", I said, using my pleading voice. " Well, you said it yourself, your time is up, so go back to your confined room, and wait for the decision that will be taken at the councilors' meeting", he sounded authoritative, sure enough to let me know that his word was final. " Please Maester, I beg of you, innocent children will be subjected to pain and misery if I do not see to the end of this", I got down on my knees and begged, hoping to thaw his frozen heart. " That is more of the reason why you are not permitted, now back to wherever it is you came from". The idiotic watchman must've heard him from outside. He immediately opened the door, almost like a deja Vu, ready
Everyone was silent, and only the sound of me sniffing snut in my nose could be heard. I bet they were contemplating, obviously not reconsidering. My father was also almost teary, and from where he sat in powerlessness, he gave me a reassuring smile, clearly telling me that all was well. " We cannot be sure of that", the Maester blurted out, gaining everyone's attention, " we do not know if you have been bewitched, and for starters, there is no logical explanation for you as a vampire to be compatible with a werewolf", he said, leaving me speechless and giving the others a valid point to fall back on, " and even if you are in fact, true about your feelings; which I believe you are not, that still does not justify the fact that you killed a councilors, a senior member of our pride, together with other members of our pride, and also hindered our chance at ever defeating the Northcave pack", his anger was more evident, boiling rage as he spoke, " for one, I would have ordered your exec
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