Days later.With the explosion of the police station and the news of what had happened at Praia dos Pinhais, which had already spread, the police's attention had intensified and they were divided between trying to save what little remained of the police station and take it to the new establishment, and carefully monitoring the exits and entrances to the city and the forests to stop the pack of werewolves and beach vampires.In the camp the men trained - shirtless - to the delight of the women in the audience. But they should train too, but with all those sweaty muscles sticking out who could?Miranda spent most of the time with Leticia teaching her everything she could and had taught Soraia, especially how to survive on animal blood.Raina and Ivan returned to Lacrimal city and went straight to the camp, but now they were staying at Malvina's house and whenever possible helped her with the organization of things in the new police department.It is late afternoon in Lacrimal city and r
Augusto and Marcus had been bedridden for four days, and by the miracle of God and of Sara Kali (patron saint of the gypsy people) they were not dead.Augusto had been seriously wounded by the fire from the explosion of Julio Cesar's body - Soraia had tried to get him off his body, but even though he knew she would not die, he remained motionless on top of her until he fainted - and everyone tried to understand how he himself had not died.The only reason Marcus didn't die with the stake through his heart was because, in some miraculous way, Amy's hand had shed a light as she removed the stake. But even so, he had fallen into a blood coma - his blood was weak and polluted and only human blood could restore him - and at this moment, even in agony for his son, he was having a blood transfusion.Tonight at dusk after Amy finally slept in Marcus' mortuary arms, Soraia called Sheila for a frank talk.- What is it, my dear?Sheila was half human, so to speak, but above all she was a mother
Soraia opened her eyes suddenly, curled up in a chair beside the bed where Augustus was sleeping. She took her hand to the cell phone in her pocket and looked at the time - 4:20 a.m. - she got up and slinked out of the tent, ready physically and emotionally for the baptism.The smell of wolf blood reached her nostrils, and the closer she got, through the trees and rocks, the stronger and juicier it became to her. Involuntarily her vampire gaze lit up and, in the reflection of the water on the riverbed, the vampire was fully awake and thirsty for the blood in the air.Soraia was so enveloped by the musky, ochre smell of blood that she hadn't realized she had reached the cave until Sheila ordered her to enter.Soraia accepted the invitation and saw Sheila adding herbs into a tub filled with blood and at her side a girl in a white dress with hair and eyes the color of the purest honey.-Don't worry, Soraia, besides me, Camila will be the only witness to what's going to happen here," assu
Resumption was the word of the day, Sergio was starting over as a delegate at the new police station headquarters - at the moment he was arranging a picture frame with a photo of his daughter on his desk.Malvina was putting up dark curtains on the windows of her office - unluckily for her, they faced the afternoon sun.In the corridors, policemen were coming and going with boxes, entering and leaving rooms. Cleaning staff passed here and there with their cleaning carts. From the televisions of all establishments, businesses and homes the news of the day - the most cruel and feared vampire is dead.Julio Cesar had been burned to ashes and his ashes were collected on the ground of the werewolf camp in the forest. Apparently, his own offspring and ex-girlfriend Soraia had killed him.-How?-No one knows, but what matters is that the days of peace will return.- That's what you think," murmured Maya as she watched the news on the laptop on her lap, sitting on the kitchen table in her hou
Amy couldn't sleep just thinking about the light that had come out of her hands when she pulled that stake out of Marcus' chest.- Do I have some kind of healing gift? - she asked herself, looking so intently at her hands that she didn't even notice Lavinia and Vandressa arriving until they asked her how she was feeling.- Could you tell me something about the light that came out of my hands when I touched Marcus' wound?- We are only protectors, Amy, but from everything we have seen, besides you only one other person could heal with light," Vandressa said, drawing all of Amy's attention and curiosity to herself, "and she had been exceptional in everything she had done. And her name was Luzia, Matteo's wife.Amy was stunned.- But everyone called her Luzia - Lavinia added with a smile.- I thought Matteo never married.- He was married-what do you mean Lucia is dead," Lavinia concluded with regret in her voice.- A pack of werewolves managed to break into the palace and... - Vandress
Some time ago Soraia had returned to the tent and carefully lay down in Augustus' arms. Now Augusto had woken up and didn't feel Soraia's perfume and body beside him - stubborn like the good werewolf he is - he stood up, his back burning hot from the effort and looked at the time 05:20 - and left the tent in search of her.He sniffed the air and, feeling her perfume, had followed him through the tents and trees and rocks until he reached the river, and the sight he witnessed there, for sure, had been his and his friend's dream for months. Soraia was swimming naked, bathed in the dawn glow like a silver angel, and when she sank down and emerged back up he saw her paralyzed and watching his movements. It's now or never," she thought, and armed with courage. Augusto swallowed hard as he saw Soraia coming towards him like a goddess - she came out of the river with water running down her body, dripping from her nipples like dewdrops, and the slow trickle of water going to places his mouth
WerewolvesUnfortunately there is not much to talk about these beings. There is so little that what you hear most often is the following line: "Even the pure-hearted Who in the night makes his prayers Can become a wolf When the cone blossoms And the autumn moon shines'.There is always one legend or another, like the one that says that after the hand gives the moon seven daughters and the eighth is born a man, he will be a werewolf. There is also the one about a witch who cursed a boy who considered himself superior to all.The mystery is so intense and profound that not even science dares to explain it. But there is one fact that everyone 'affirms', and that is that every werewolf is the declared enemy of vampires.The world has changed a lot, and the legends have been transformed in many ways until they became just
The day was dawning, the first sun rays were infiltrating the cave, but only a faint glow reached Soraia and Augusto hugged, snuggled, in a corner; Marcus with Amy in his chest receiving caresses on the back and Katrina in fetal position very close to the ashes of the fire that gave a little heat to the environment. There was the 'however',Soraia didn't sleep without calling Malvina and letting her talk to Katrina and the same happened with Amy and her mother and Augusto with Sheila who told the episode to Miranda who wanted to talk to Soraia.Drowsy they were opening their eyes, stretching and getting up, except Soraia who when she got up, dizzy, but luckily, Augusto was by her side and supported her and helped her to sit on the floor again.-I'm so dizzy I can't even stand up," she admitted.-You won't be able to leave here without giving back at least some of the blood you gave your mother," Marcus said as he put on his leather jacket.-This time, I'll go after blood -informed Aug
A plane has just landed in the landing and take-off area of Lacrimal city airport, the door opens and the electronic staircase descends to the ground, and little by little, the passengers descend into the beautiful dawn still with some remnants of dawn.Among the passengers, only one person interests us. She is.A woman who returns from the past to once again make the lives of two brothers hell. She is tall, thin, but with generous curves in the right places, long and wavy blonde hair, tanned body in a provocative dark red dress at the height of her thighs, and as if all this daring was not enough, beautiful and expressive emerald green eyes.Already in the baggage belt area, the young man asks her her name to check the luggage label, and with her beautiful and shameless smile that left the young man drooling, she says:-My name is Esmeralda.A little later, with her luggage already in the trolley, heading towards the taxi area, she murmurs to the beautiful sun and the city ahead -Welc
Almost two months laterIt was May 18, 2077 of a beautiful late afternoon, that orange tone mixed with black and the sun a white dot on the horizon. Since the massacre at the camp, there were no more indications that there would be another, which only increased the apprehension of the wolves, as Bait meant, without acting, a bigger problem and with a hundred percent chance of deaths.The caution of those close to him was so great that Doctor Elena still didn't have the courage - since the exterminators were always prowling around - to study Soraia's blood that Malvina had given her some time ago.Malvina and Sergio looked at each other every time Isca called them into her room or came into theirs, always ready for a verbal attack or even a physical one, since Isca made it very clear her hatred for vampires, werewolves, and those who helped them, and especially their relatives, and when she said that she looked directly at Malvina, who often reached for her gun and only didn't draw it
♥ It's sad to say, well even to think, but as it turned out the nightmare never ends, it just takes a break to then come back with renewed force and make our hearts race and our brains ache. Everything we live, everything we feel, a whole legacy is left...Absolutely everything is renewed, and it's up to the next ones who come to know how to make them tip for the good... or for the bad. I tried to bring my friend Maya back, for good, unfortunately I couldn't.I never told her to stop when I saw the first signs that evil was pulling her. The worst thing is that it was not only me who paid for it, at her hands, because the evil she brought fell on everyone, and I helped, supporting her, but my mother also paid....I write these words because my heart feels that she is going to kill me, and consequently my mother. Too bad I didn't have time to thank the only person who really helped me, but I will leave written here what I want to say to her - Soraia, thank you so much for saving me when
Raína and Ivan are carrying bags to the metallic blue porshe parked in front of their beautiful house -they thought and discussed a lot about what Katrina had told them, and decided that before asking Soraia and Augustus for help they would need to find someone. -Are you ready? - Ivan asked with the house key in hand as he looked at his wife who nodded. Then he took the key to the lock, turned it twice, removed it and put it in his trousers pocket, smiled at Raína and they went to the car.On the way across the interstate that would take them to the bridge connecting Lacrimal City to Cardelhas and other cities, Raína called her sisters and warned them of her decision, saying that she needed to find the only person who could give her detailed information about her daughter and her death or not.Katrina and Malvina wished them good luck and faith and that if there was anything she needed, all she had to do was call them and they would leave everything to go and help her. With tears in
Passing Lacrimal city and once again we are at the local cemetery, the cemetery where Soraia had literally resurrected because once again two good citizens, and once again, the culprits are the wolves and/or vampires that inhabit here.It's almost 4pm on March 26th 2077, a day that will remain in Maya's memory until she dies, after all for us humans, she had the nerve to go to Vera and Veronica's burial.Hiding behind a dark granite and ceramic mausoleum, she watched the crowd that followed the bronze and glass coffins to the family plot. Everyone is silent, there is no wind and the clouds in the sky do not move, heads are bowed and close to each other and the coffins.Maya was possessed with anger and sadness, all locked inside herself, for she had sworn not to shed a single tear for that traitor, and she would comply.Unfortunately remnants of the Maya of the past missed her friend.A door opens and a woman, judging by her small feet with red nails and sandals with stones, enters uns
Discretely, Dr. Elena put everything Malvina would need to collect Soraia's blood in a common bag, because if she put it in her own bag or even in the personal use of nurses or doctors it would raise suspicions and questions, everything they didn't need since Bait was back to the police station, more furious than before.Malvina had already called Soraia who had already won a new mobile phone from her mother, and with her permission now with a description and with Sergio's help - because whenever the delegate was next to someone, questions were avoided, unless they came from him - so they arrived at the car, and so Malvina thanked him and left.Almost half an hour later, Malvina was already at the door of Augusto's suite, where the smiling man himself invited her to enter.An equally smiling Soraia with a plate full of grapes spread with something red, whose slight aroma indicated blood, came from the kitchen.-Hey auntie! - greeted her as she stuffed a 'caramel' grape in her mouth an
The weather was going to close in Palaços (figuratively speaking) because two rivals were going to be face to face, and only God knows what would result from this meeting.It was a beautiful day at dawn in Palaços, and it was predicted that the afternoon would be much better. So after a delicious lunch with her son and dear daughter-in-law and the Guardians, Lucia decided to go for a walk. Marcus had made a point of accompanying her, and with him of course Amy, and being so, her protectors always standing by to protect her. Lucia was still amazed at the beauty of Palaces both in the past when she had been there and now, and all the discovery and beauty was shared with Amy beside her on the pavement in front of a watch shop.Marcus was following behind with his eyes watching for any suspicious movement, as well as the protectors here and there but on the pavement.On another pavement, across the block chatting, came Velaska and Atia. Unnoticed as if they were two ordinary people, after
-Don't worry, Aunt Sheila, I'll tell Leonel as soon as he gets here -spoke Joss with the mobile phone between her cheek and shoulder as she spoke to Sheila and dried the coffee dishes. Apparently coffee for many didn't happen until after ten o'clock in the morning, and the fault in this case was Leonel who had pinned Joss to the bed and they only got out of there after screaming each other's names in one last sweeping climax.-All right -she spoke, and at that moment she heard the door open and the smell was Leonel's, so she said goodbye to Sheila.-Joss? - he called into the living room, but the smell of blackberries on Joss's skin drew him into the kitchen before she could even meet him.-Hello? Leonel sensed in Joss's kiss that something was troubling her.-Did something happen? Joss sighed and ran her tongue between her lips-Bait destroyed the camp, Leonel-what? - Several vampires and werewolves have died.-What about my mother?-She's the one who called me to tell you that the
The lion's head clock fixed to the wall read 10:22 a.m.A big, tanned hand slides across the crumpled, cold, dark blue sheet beside him. Then Augusto, who was lying on his side, opened, still sleepy, his beautiful light green eyes and smiled satisfied for the pleasurable night yesterday - and at the same time dissatisfied - that now he wanted to wrap Soraia in his arms and she was not there.A smell of fresh, warm coffee wafted to his nostrils, and slowly, he sat up in bed, stretched, got up, wrapped the sheet around his slender waist and headed for the kitchen.Soraia was never one to cook, but that didn't mean that she didn't know how to do it, because laziness had always been her companion to escape the kitchen, although she was actually enjoying preparing that coffee and feeling that delicious smell lulling her senses.Soraia was so busy with the task that she only felt Augusto's presence when he hugged her from behind and gave her a hickey on the neck.-Augusto," she moaned as sh