When I heard Vlad’s words resounding the place, my blood froze in my veins as doom was about to descend on us. I found myself exhausted with my head cushioned in Doctor Blake’s lap, and fatherly eyes looking down at me. Yes, he had redeemed himself; he was a good person after all, and as much as a victim like me or my sister. Warmth filled my heart for this man, but also guilt. It was as if with this new feeling I was betraying Tony. He was my father in my heart, and as if he picked up my mixed feelings, he was there in my head.
My father came from behind and grabbed my waist, raising me from Vlad’s body and bringing me hard to his chest. I cried so heavy, and I was so fucking broken, I would kick at Tony’s legs and extend my hands, trying to reach Grizzly at all costs. At that point, I couldn’t understand my life without him, I couldn’t devise a future for me in the coming days. How does one live without a heart pulsing inside the chest? Mine was lying torn, in silence, on that very floor!
Liz“WOMAN!” I was in the kitchen and almost jumped out of my skin when I heard the booming voice coming from the bedroom. The bear just woke up and he got angry, but instead I got scared of him, all I wanted all that tyranny for myself. His domineering tone crawled on my skin like a caress and traveled straight to the right places in my body, and coiled i
“Help!” Only a thread from afar, making its way through the haziness on my slumber. “God, it’s too much!” A whisper, barely there, anguished, tormented, then pain. Horrible and excruciating pain ripping through my insides, tearing everything in its path.There was only one time I felt this kind of pain, and it was when Liz died in my arms. I was so consumed by guilt and hatred, the devil in me rose to the surface and I spared nothing or anyone on my path.I snapped my eyes opened as one more jolt of electricity coursed through me, frying my flesh. I bared my fangs and hissed as my body heated to a searing point and convulsed. What was wrong with me? Late punishment for my evil deeds?“Please… Stop!” The yell was stronger this time, and another wave washed over my skin. Each of my muscles cramped in such a terrible way I swore they were being reaped open or something, the agony too much! When I thought death would welcome me, my body relaxed, leaving me painting and gasping for air. “Yo
Dark Ages, 1457. Wallachia, Romania.We had just left Bucharest towards the north, my contingent of about five hundred men and I, and Târgovişte was up ahead, so it should be one of our resting stops. My enemies were all around me, and every single day I had to fight to be alive. I forced myself to build my reputation as a ruthless, cold-blooded bastard, because one thing my short existence taught me, it’s much better for you to be feared than to be loved, and believe me everyone feared me to the core, but that, didn’t stop my blood-thirsty enemies to hunt me down and try to overpower me, yet I was not about to let my beloved land and my people fall into their hands. I didn’t come through this route for pleasure; I had a purpose in mind, and some people would regret being alive. My foes had assassinated my eldest brother Mircea, and according to my informants, the boyars of Târgovişte were the ones to account for such a crime against my family. I didn’t want to believe in such treas
Dark Ages, 1457. Town of Târgovişte, Wallachia.I felt so warm and protected; I didn’t want to wake up and try to see my bearings, but something wasn’t quite right, my head hurt so much it made me nauseous and the smell of blood mingled with sweat made it worse, besides I could feel I was with someone on a horse. My heart-rate escalated. Maybe those two got their way with me. I didn’t remember and dread filled my soul, but I couldn’t pretend to sleep forever. Slowly, I opened my eyes to meet two beautiful forest green ones staring down at me. Without thinking, I flinched and recoiled in his embrace. Who was he?“Don’t fear me,” he said, his voice strong and rough, but somehow soothing. “I’m Vladislav Draculea.”“The dragon…” My breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened. He noticed I tensed in his arms.“Or the devil, as I’m known by everyone.” He gave a light, husky chuckle.He may think he didn’t mind what people thought of him, but his eyes said otherwise. I’ve heard horrendous
Dark Ages 1457.Her eyes widened and darkened, making those beautiful lavenders almost gone. I knew she feared me, but those men deserved the punishment they’ve got, and I would never let it pass. “Why did you say such a blasphemy? Everybody deserves salvation!” God, she made things difficult. She had hit her head and needed rest. I tried my best to contain myself, but if she kept saying those things and looked at me like I also deserve salvation, I wouldn’t respond to my actions. I had already lost my soul, I wouldn’t think twice to force myself and have my way with her, but she was different. She made me feel protective of her and other things I was not used to, and these things went to places I didn’t dare to talk about, and I knew she meant well about me and those miscreants. “Alizandra…” She had such pale and beautiful skin, my fingers burned to slide on it and feel its softness. My scrutiny was so obvious that she blushed and averted her eyes quite a few times, and every time,
Dark Ages, 1457. My blood boiled, and my heart went out to them. How could he behave like that and not show a stitch of remorse? “You can’t do that to human beings! What have they done to deserve such a fate?” “I don’t need to explain myself, nor my attitudes to you or anybody, but since you insist, they helped to betray my father and kill my brother, as for those I have sentenced them to slavery.”He boasted to me in the most merciless bitter tone I’ve heard in my life and with no room for arguments. Was all this for vengeance? Although he told me I wasn’t a slave, I worried about my safety, who knew my fate once we got to our destination. I may not be a slave in his eyes, but he held me hostage. What was the difference? None in my point of view, I didn’t know which would have been the worst of fates, ended up in the hands of those two perverts or the devil himself. “Will it be worth losing your soul, so you can carry on with a vengeance?” I couldn’t shut up, I was too astonished
Dark Ages, 1457.Three months, three months of the hardest self-control I put myself into, and I lost it, right there, as soon as I got close to her, not only because I didn’t find a fragment of fear in her eyes, but also I saw the defiance in her face. She affronted me! I went for the kill; I wanted to snap that long sinful neck like a twig under my fingers. How dared she questioned my actions and how I treated my opponents? I was a ruler; I had a country to build and enemies to banish away by any means possible, and she would have to come to terms with that.Everything I used against them, every means of torture, every piece of strategy I learned from the best teachers, my foes! And they were no less cruel than me, and knowing your opponents well is the only chance you had to outsmart them, and I fought hard every day, so we didn’t fall under their power again. Yet, my walls crumbled to the ground, getting closer to her body, inhaling her sweet floral perfume, and unable to resist he