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
I tried to take it easy, but the urge was strong, we both felt it and could not help but ram into each other. We kissed passionately, fighting for lip dominance as we kissed, the car gear making it impossible to reach our full potential. I broke the kiss and got into the backseat with Diego following like an ant after sugar crystals, and we resumed again, with Diego on top, furiously slamming into each other. I wanted to turn him over and stay on top, but the space in the backseat did not allow that, so the car kept jerking to the rhythm of our passionate make out session. His mouth tasted like orange, the not-so sweet kind of orange that was perfect for orange juice, and I savored every inch of his lips, taking in more of his saliva as he took in mine, our tongues rolling into each other's. I reach for his belt and undid it, my lips still glued to his. He knew what I was heading for and was gracious enough to break the kiss and unzip his pants. He sat down with his back against the
I greeted the other members of the hunting squad: Nicole, the vivacious and friendly fellow. Miles and Bridget, the mated couple in the squad. Stiles, the withdrawn and yet fierce one. And then Hansel, the alpha's second son and the leader of the squad. " Miles and Stiles, both of you should take positions at the north head-front. Malia and Bridget, take your positions at the woods end, Nicole and I will take positions at the south head-front ", Hansel addressed us, " now, to your positions, and you guys at the north head-front should send a signal to Malia and Bridget when you get there, got it?" " Yeah" the guys said while some of us just nodded to his instructions. He definitely wasn't the bossy type, unlike his elder brother, Hans, who was typically a tyrant and a dictator. I was so grateful to the Moon Goddess when I was assigned to the hunting squad instead of the warrior's squad. Only the Moon Goddess knew what the werewolves there were passing through in the hand
Diego's POV I felt dejected after driving off and leaving Malia, it was as if I was leaving a part of me behind and it was no new feeling. I always felt that way each time we departed from each other and although the feeling wasn't new, the pain was always more fresh than the last. I went to bed that night surrounded and engulfed in her sweet scent. Werewolves had always smelt filthy, more filthy than poop, but her case was different, she smelled of lilies and strawberries - the only wolf to smell as such to me, except for a little female werewolf whom I killed about fifteen years ago, together with her parents who still smelt like the other werewolves. I woke up to the next morning to the sound of rustling noise in the kitchen; my father was back. I washed my face and went downstairs to find him making a bowl of cereal. It was normal cereal but the milk was fermented human blood mixed with honey, sugar and cream, giving it a sticky and milky appearance. It was produced