Cardin Baron called me few minutes ago, telling me that for the past one hour, Lucy has not been herself. She has been muttering things under her breath and shaking as if she caught a cold. I instructed him to bring her home as well as the CCTV recording from the club.Checking the time once again, my impatient self couldn't sit at a place again, knowing that something is hunting Lucy. I opened my front door and stepped outside. I sat down on the last step, ignoring the questioning and confused gaze from my security men. My ass itched and my fist clenched when I didn't see any sign of Baron's car. Fuck that... I'm going to get her myself. I stood up and made a move down the stairs but stopped when I finally saw Baron's car. I rushed down the stairs and opened the passenger door even before he killed the engine. Sitting on the passenger seat is a very quiet Lucy who is staring into an empty space. I tapped her whilst calling her name softly just to get her attention off whatever she
Cardin cont'dHer grin widened "finally... I've waited for a very long time for this moment" Baron who is as confused as I am eyed her skeptically "Emily is dead! Who the fuck are you?" That statement made her frown "Emily is supposed to be dead because her father decided to give her a painful death" she turned to me "why don't you have a seat brother; we have a lot of things to talk about" I turned to see who is offering me a seat, my eyes widened when I saw that clown... What's that his name again_ Jasper_ he avoided my gaze as he dropped the seat. I clenched my fist to avoid charging at him but I guess Baron doesn't give a shit about control because he rushed him and tightened his hand round the clown's throat, ready to squeeze the life out of him. It took five hefty vampires to drag him away from Jasper. "Don't blame the poor boy Baron, he was just trying to protect his little girl" Emily told him just as a little girl was released. The little girl ran straight to Jasper's wai
Three years later Lucy The sound of my alarm woke me up from sleep, lazily stretching my hand; I hurled it across the room, letting it smash loudly. Draping my hand over my eyes, I groaned loudly feeling upset over the fact that it is morning already. Sitting up, I stared at the pitiable pieces of the alarm clock on the floor. I guess I'll be purchasing the tenth alarm clock this month. Pulling the duvet away from my body, I got up to prepare for today's business. An hour and thirty minutes later, I stood inside my liquor shop, singing along with Celine Don's music playing in the background as I stocked the new liquor. Thinking back to how I started this shop. Three years ago, I woke up in Los Angeles, not remembering who I am or where I come from. I found out that my name is Lucy through my passport and other documents that I found on the table inside the strange house that I woke up in. I also found out that the house is mine through the house document which I also found with my
Baron I watched her look out through her window into the dark nights, looking for the unknown which is me. Call me creepy or anything you'll like to call me, but after what happened to Cardin, I've been left with the responsibility of taking care of her, to make sure that she is really okay and to make sure that her past is yet to catch up with her. After we lost most of our men in the hands of Emily, Cardin's dead but alive sister. Emily used to be my favorite as a little girl but right now as an adult, she's my worst enemy. Growing up, I've always been taught that my main purpose in life is to keep the Cardin alive as his beta. But right now, I've added hunting down Emily to the list. Watching the lonely and confused woman walk out of sight, I wished that things didn't turn out the way it did. I have always hoped that things will work out between them because I could practically feel the chemistry flowing through them but Emily had to booze in and spoil everything, pushing Cardin'
Lucy Pouring coffee into my cup, I heard someone curse from the hallway. Smiling to myself, I shook myself at my secretary's inability to hold alcohol despite the fact that she works in a liquor store. Her loud footsteps sounded just above me and I waited her arrival, keeping my ears open for more curses. "Fuck! Lucy... How the fuck do you look okay after that drink last night? I feel like someone hit my head on the dash board" Walking straight to the coffee machine, she poured some coffee for herself. Dropping my cup on the table, I didn't bother correcting her that she was the one who did all the drinking. She kept stealing my drink until I got tired and refused to order another one. "How are you feeling Jane?" I asked, knowing very well that she feels like shit, judging from the nest on her head, plus her puffy and red eyes. Raising her brows, she peered at me from the rim of her cup "I just told you how I'm feeling, why are you asking me again? Or are you just mocking me?" Sha
Cardin Even with the sun rising, all I see is darkness, despite the two persons who assumes I'm pardonable towards their short coming, but little do they know, that I let them go only because they know how to humble themselves and ask for mercy. I derive joy when people fall at my feet to ask for mercy, I feed off their fear, I feed off their willingness to live but recently, I am not satisfied with the people who know me. I do not want people only in the confinement of my building to fear me, I want the whole of New York to fear me, I want them to tremble at the mention of my name, I want them to fall at my feet and beg for mercy any time I walk pass them. I want the whole world to fall to their faces at the mention of my name. I want to ignite fear in the life of all and for that to happen, I'll have to leave the confinement of this room. My name alone will bring that flimsy creature out of her hiding place. The approaching footstep snapped my attention to the door; I stood still,
Lucy I've been standing on my two feet with nine inches heels all day, thanks to Jane. I regret ever asking her to make a wish for her birthday. We've been shopping since eight o'clock in the morning and this is already twelve noon. "What are we really looking for Jane" I whined for the twentieth times today. Looking around the mall, I tried to figure out where to get flats before I actually suffer from blisters. "Hush!" She chastised "quit complaining, we are looking for that perfect cloth, and once we find it, we are leaving this place" "What other perfect clothing? We have enough clothes here to serve for clubbing tonight, what I can't comprehend is why we are going round in circles, looking for a non-existent cloth!" Balancing the bags very well, I complained the more "I just want to go home, soak myself in a bath with a bottle of wine. Is that too much to ask?" She stopped walking precipitously and I almost ran into her. "Today is my birthday, and you promised to do anything
LucyA small nudge from Lucas brought me back from my paralyzed state. I blinked rapidly but still kept my eyes on the golden eye man whose eyes were still locked on mine."Are you okay? I know the press can be exhausting most times. Just make it past the entrance door; I'll have the waitress get you something to calm your nerves."Taking my eyes away from the somewhat familiar man, I smiled politely at Lucas "I'm fine; it's nothing a glass of champagne can't handle"Giving the camera another warm smile, he placed his hand on waist and together we walked into the grand hall. I spared the golden eyed man another glance and I saw him glaring at Lucas's hand that is firmly on my waist.The evening went on well; Lucas met new clients while I got new business proposals which I promised to consider. I slowly got tired of the constant smiling and business proposals as well as sexual hints from the old men. I walked to the open bar and requested for a drink.Carefully nursing my champagne, I n