Amelia
I've had better days. Blood covers the entire floor, taking my thoughts back to when I was a child and painted a paper with red watercolor. I filled the whole white area with this creamy, bloodshot color. And my father hung the painting on the refrigerator—somehow, Ryan's severed legs reminded me of that.
For twisted reasons, I can't stop staring at the blood—I'm too entranced by the richness of the tone.
"It hurts!" Ryan roars. He tries to punch one of the men but fails due to his impractical state. "Stop doing that! You already took my legs; you don't need my arms as well!"
Blue is barking and tries to jump at one hybrid, but a large boot quickly kicks him away. The dog whimpers and lowers its head, tail already between its legs.
Great.
It seems I have to do everything by myself.
My mind turns calculative, and I absorb the scene in silence.
Ryan is screaming and trying to hold on to the saddle on top of LizziAmelia During my year away from Ryan, I watched Starwars. I now realize that the room I slept in must have been Ryan's old one and that he was a nerd in his younger years. But the point I'm trying to make is that we look like Tusken raiders right now. Ryan is sleeping while most of his body is covered by a cloth as we travel through the desert on my lizard's back. Sand is blowing into my face, letting me know this path won't be easy. I have to find him human meat, but discomfort shoots through me like a bullet every time I think about him eating another person. Am I a weakling for having hesitation about killing a human so that Ryan can eat their flesh? I kill for survival, but somehow, blowing someone's head off for Ryan to eat feels different. And once he has eaten, am I supposed to leave him again? Ryan said he couldn't be with other people, and that knowledge makes my stomach churn. I had hoped to stay with him and maybe have a baby together, but
I brace myself for impact, thinking the little girl will jump at me. I've never seen a zombie as scary as her. She looks directly taken out of a horror movie with her long hair and bloodshot eyes. The only thing missing is her opening that mouth and sounding like a dolphin. At least, that is how I thought the woman sounded like in The Grudge. "Ryan, do something!" I shout and cover my face with my bent arms, panicking because I can't shoot the zombie girl fast enough with an arrow. I'm toast. "Like what?!" Ryan shouts back at me. The whole situation is so ridiculous that I laugh. My life is in danger, but fuck, why do we always end up in these places? "What the hell do you expect me to do?" "I don't know, shoot her!" Ryan widens his eyes, attempts to reach for a gun but flops down on the ground with flailing arms. He is a leg-less man and lands next to my laughing form, glaring because he can't move. "Stop laughing!" Ryan yells at me,
The following day I wake up in Ryan's arms. We ended up spending the night inside the abandoned mall. The lizards are hurdled together, and Blue is lying on his back with his tongue hanging out.I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of Ryan pressing me to him. The weight of his arm on my waist is reassuring. He mumbles something in his sleep and then digs his head into my neck. His arms move up, crosses over my chest, and I giggle."You're so needy even when you're sleeping..." I tap his arm, smiling when life returns into his tired eyes. I can't see his face, but I can feel his eyelashes fluttering against my skin. It tickles.A yawn erupts from him, and he smacks his lips. "Hi..." He doesn't sound like he wanted to get up just yet. "What is the time?"I snort. "Does it look like I'm wearing a watch?""Right..." Ryan still sounds half-asleep. He yawns again and hugs me to him—I feel like his personal teddy bear. "Could we sleep a bit longer
RyanAmelia is down on her knees while her hands are on my hips, thumbs digging into my v-muscles. Those innocent eyes flicker up to mine, her eyelashes perfectly framing her inexperience."So, what do you say?" I ask darkly.She breathes her reply. "Do I even have a choice?"My lips curl. "Not really."I reach down. Amelia stiffens at my first touch, letting out a shuddering sort of breath as I arrange her how I want her—trapped between me and the wall. Her bent knees clasp, and her head tips back.Her eyes are insecure, and I tilt my head. Dominating her and making her mine is my deep, dark desire, but I can't have her hating me for it. I have to make sure this is okay."Are you afraid?" I ask.Amelia shakes her head but then bites down onto her lower lip, suddenly seeming vulnerable. A hundred fleeting thoughts seem to run through that head of hers."Is there a safe word?" She asks.My lips quirk higher.
MarcusCountless items are scattered over the floor; the entire mansion is in ruins. I caused it, and neither do I regret it. Destruction is the only thing keeping me sane.Rage, the kind that can't be contained, courses through my veins, exploding into a fit of rage when I pass a vase. I grab the flowery pot, throwing it at the wall as I yell.Dirt flies everywhere, tainting the air, but I don't fucking care. Nothing can calm down the heat boiling within me."Fucking number two!" I'm shaking, blinded by the pain and anger from having lost my mate. My heart is split into two. "And that mate of his—her lizard ate Courtney!"I turn around, glaring at the small man trying to hide from my penetrating gaze. "How could you let that happen? Answer me! Why didn't you try to save her?""I-I don't know!"Bob, my slave and information source, is trembling with his rat-like nails inserted into his mouth. There isn't a single assertive bone
Ryan We have traveled through an entire desert when we spot Giovani and the minivan standing on a hill. A field of grass blows behind him, and fat tufts of clouds are moving over the skies. Giovani is smoking while wearing that same beige trenchcoat that I swear I will burn down to the ground when he isn't looking. Amelia lifts her hand from Cuddles's back, waving and shouting at the bear-like man. "Giovani! You found us!" The man laughs, waves at us, and then the car doors open, letting out Zoya and Billy, and some stranger. Zoya is holding a baby, smiling over at us with a tender gaze. Billy hugs her shoulders, and the stranger, a young girl, is glaring at us with her arms crossed. I ride closer to Amelia, letting Lizzie take the reins as I lean closer to my girlfriend. "Who is the young girl?" Amelia shrugs. "I don't know—she must be new, someone they picked up on the road." Discomfort churns in the pit of my stomach. I don't like n
AmeliaI'm featherbrained. We have been traveling for two weeks, and I think something is wrong with my body. I'm nauseous every morning, with kicks of anguish in my abdomen. Part of me is wondering if maybe a pregnancy between a hybrid and a human is different—perhaps even dangerous.A normal pregnancy wouldn't be taking this toll on my body at such an early stage, but you never know when you're carrying a mini zombie."Ryan…" I mumble. "I'm not… I'm not feeling so good."Giovani and the others are driving the minivan. Ryan is with Lizzie, and Blue is sitting in the minivan with his head out the window. Meanwhile, Cuddles is carrying me on his back.Another wave of dizziness rushes over me, making me let go of the reins and tumble backward. For a moment, I worry I will hit the ground and break my head. I'm about to fall off the saddle, but Cuddles bends forward to send me flying the other way, thus saving me."Amelia!" R
RyanI've suffered another sleepless night. I was afraid something would happen to Amelia while I was snoring next to her, and therefore, I stayed awake. The concern within me wouldn't let me close my eyes.Whatever—rest is for the weak.I'm sitting down on my knees in front of a couch. Amelia is sleeping, tossing and turning in her sweat. We have been living on the coast for three months now, and she isn't getting better. She is barely awake during the day, and my concern only grows with each day.Her fever is so high, and I'm eternally grateful that we don't have to be running while she is in this terrible state.The fishing village we found is ruled by a hybrid captain, who prefers to eat other hybrids rather than humans. His name is Charles—he has said nothing about a surname—and he is enemies with Marcus.Marcus wants to take over Charles' fishing and trade business with other countries, such as Denmark, but Charles is
Ryan My memory is foggy. The last thing I remember is that uncomfortable hospital bed with my five grandkids crying and holding my hands. Maeve was smiling sadly from a chair in the far back, and Wyatt leaned in to whisper: "I love you, dad." Did I die? I glance down at my hands, oddly aware that I'm not dreaming. My wrinkles are there, but my back pain is gone. How peculiar. What is this place? I've never been here before, yet I feel at ease. And the air is so fresh, like apples, a rainy day, and the ocean breeze combined. Breathing it in is like experiencing a rebirth, and I look ahead, wondering what I might find if I keep walking. Carefully, I walk forward, lifting my head to be blown away by the waterfalls crashing down and landing nowhere. "This place sure is beautiful... Like a dream..." The sky is darker than black, but the flowers on the floor, growing on the walls of the mountain in clutches—they are glowing in these
Maeve We have spent one week in the hybrid village. I haven't recovered entirely yet, and I'm not sure if I ever will. We are giving the magical healing thing one more day before giving up and accepting that I'm blind. The world is scary when everything is dark, but things still feel light even if my vision is gone. Like my feet when I'm around Wyatt. We have talked things out and decided to become a couple. Even though I'm blind, he is still the sexiest man on earth. And me being blind isn't precisely a handicap—now I can freely grope him, squeeze his super-hero muscles, and blame it on being blind. It makes him laugh every time, especially when I was using that excuse when I was licking his abs yesterday. And fuck me. Wyatt seriously has the mightiest abs, like rocks inserted into his body and then draped over with human skin. He is seriously so gorgeous—a sex god sent to earth. Flames sear within me—merely thinking about having Wyatt to mys
Maeve Wyatt gently places me down on a bed. The innkeeper told us to get some rest before she attempts to heal my eyes. She used up most of her stamina, patching up my wounds and stopping the bleeding—it no longer feels like I'm leaking. "I shouldn't have brought you with me," Wyatt says as he crashes down behind me. "It's my fault that Bob and Garett died." His sheer weight got me tumbling into him, and his arm falls over me, holding me in place. It sounds like he is crying. It breaks my heart because I feel at ease with him, safe. He is like a giant teddy bear, but right now, he is vulnerable, and it tears me apart. I suck oxygen into my lungs, fully aware of my heartache. "Hey," I whisper at Wyatt, holding his shaking hand. "It's not your fault that they died—we didn't know Marcus had a bomb, and Bob made his own decision to save me." "I know, I'm just..." He is breathing into my neck with his curly locks brushing against me. It tickles. I
WyattI approach the hybrid town through the forest with my skin bleeding and pants leaving my body. My exhaustion is rising, and my thoughts are scattered, running wild with worry as I clutch Maeve to my body. She was so close to dying. Shit. I will never let her go again, never look away!"Wyatt..." Maeve chuckles a little. Her head slumps to my shoulder, where she rests with her eyes closed. It's beyond me how she can appear so peaceful after what we have survived. "You can slow down. No one is chasing us, and we are both alive.""But you are-..." I stop talking, confused about the growing smile on Maeve's lips. Why does she seem so entertained? It's annoying not to know!"I'm what?" Her hand strokes over my chest, and she digs her cheek into my naked skin, inhaling my scent. My heart swells. I care about her so much, and she is injured because of me. "Well… I'm alive, Wyatt. I'm grateful for that, and if I'm blind, then so what? At least you ca
WyattWhen I can see again, I crawl on all fours while my heart is aching with the knowledge Maeve is hurt. I'm a hybrid, and my skin is burning. One of my legs is hurting tremendously—nothing important. It will heal in mere minutes, but Maeve won't heal if she is injured.She is a human who might need a hospital—Shit, I shouldn't have taken her with me! I won't forgive myself if she is dead or injured! I'm already responsible for my mother's death, and now maybe I've also murdered Maeve.I'm such a monster!A fucking idiot!Maeve isn't a superhero—why the hell did I bring her here?!"Maeve!" I call her name through the smoke, making my way forward over rocks and debris from the mansion. White fragments are circling in the air like snow, and I cough as I crawl. My heart is beating a mile per minute. "Maeve?!""Fucking shit! That hurt!" Bob swears to the right of me, and I watch him stand up, entirely unscathed as if
WyattMy heart is in pieces, shattered, as I walk into the building where Marcus is supposed to live. I should plan on how to kill him, how to make Marcus suffer as he deserves. Instead, my entire focus is on what I told Maeve yesterday.I told her the thought that has plagued my mind for as long as I can remember—that I can't have children. If I could decide, I would have plenty of children, at least three, but I don't want my lover to die.I wouldn't be able to live with the grief of losing Maeve in childbirth. My father raised me and handled his sadness, but I don't want my life to be a repeat of his tragic one. He had Giovani and me by his side, but his gaze would always turn sad whenever we would pass a lake as if he could imagine my mother being there.Halting in my tracks, I glance over my shoulder, finding Maeve tilting her head at me with a weak smile. She is beautiful, like a gemstone in a place with rocks. Her soul is so pure. I love how
MaeveAs we drive through the woods, past ghostly trees, I hold on to Wyatt as if he is my lifeline. My guy tells us to turn around the car, but Marcus chasing our families and sending his men to kill us must end. I'm tired of running, and I don't want my children to fear him like I've done since I was a child.My mother, Zoya, taught me how to fight at the ripe age of four. It was when we started, and no child should be using guns that early.In the future, I want my children to enjoy their childhood. I want them to play with the other kids instead of teaching them how to use a flamethrower.I look out through the window, squeezing Wyatt's hand. "I hope us murdering Marcus will be easy. I have a bad feeling about visiting him, but we have to end this horror story.""I think it will be easy to get rid of the man," Wyatt replies. "Marcus is old, almost blind if you ask Bob. Victor was his strength, and he is dead."Bob meets my eyes in the re
MaeveMy breasts feel heavy when Wyatt carries me outside of the car. I'm wrapped around him but not able to circle his large torso entirely. He is too broad, too damn powerful, and the awareness makes my clit throb with hot, pulsating need.He is this ridiculously tall mountain of a man, while I'm the lucky woman allowed to touch him. My heart is beating double-time in my chest. I can't wait to fuck him, or get fucked by him, whichever is fine. I was drawn in hours ago, tricked to get turned on, when Wyatt let me touch his enormous pecs much more prominent than my boobs."I'm so hard for you," Wyatt speaks huskily; even his voice sounds like sexual frustration. His breath is warm, evaporating in the frozen air. "I wish you could touch me."Pure ecstasy hits me when I hear his deep, raw voice filled with desire. I can't confirm if his words are valid, but I'm dying to find out. I'm quivering with anticipation as Wyatt explores the surface of my clothes.
WyattHandshakes are special because some people only touch your skin, while others affect your soul.Maeve is sitting next to me in the middle seat of the car. I'm glancing out through the window, pretending Maeve's hand on my thigh doesn't reach deeper than the surface of my jeans. The truth is that she is under my skin, and I can't remove her from there.My eyes briefly glance down at Maeve. She is sleeping peacefully, and with a heavy sigh, I brush her hair with my hand."You're a pain in the ass..." A soft smile touches my face, and with warmth flooding my senses, I hug her to my chest. "But I wouldn't want you ever to change."Maeve snores in response, and I chuckle.When I was younger, I was always smiling and trying to make people like me. I feared being lonely, which surprise-surprise made everyone think I was annoying. Little Wyatt was too horny for attention, and I was bullied for it.As a child, I was small and motherless.