“Welcome to my home, brother, I hope you feel comfortable here.” He was there, standing in the middle of the room, holding a box. His face was a grimace and scintillating eyes at me.
“Stop with the crap, you puny bastard, and spit it!” With very slow movements, I planted my feet apart, preparing myself for an attack. With a quick side look to An
Those were the longest and excruciating minutes I have ever had to live. The entire time I prayed to God, not to let it be true, but the sinking feeling in my stomach didn’t lie. I caught myself stepping back with shaky hands, until I hit the bed and fell, sat on it, as the door opened, and a gorgeous smile but cynical greeted me.With wide eyes and trembling lip
Lights came from the other side, and the entire room charged. I didn’t know what was going on, the only thing that had my focus was the hilarious look on my brother’s face. He didn’t know with whom he messed with; he didn’t know the power she yielded. The shock and confusing shadow behind the reason she had defied him, backing out on his threats.
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