Brother?
I was seriously confused about her greetings. I tried to recall where I had seen her before. It was coming back to me slowly. The worst thing was she looked like my father, Joachim. That chin was noticeable. Even the way she smiled? How was this possible?
She had silver eyes, and everybody in my family did, apart from my father. He had deep blue eyes, which were commanding and powerful. So where was she from? And why was she calling me her brother? We had no sister. We were only two kids, but I couldn't remember our lives before we became vampires. It was somehow filled with potholes.
Then, it all came back to me. She was the girl that had given me that garment back in 1137. I could remember those silver eyes and black hair vividly. She was also there
I remembered. I recalled everything. That night had been one of the worst nights in our human existence. I had blamed myself for causing such torture on Florence. Father had given her deep cuts and bruises on her back from the whip. I winced each time I heard the whip land on her back. We went to the market square to look at people. We usually stayed alone, so we didn't see people that often. We had been secluded from the whole world. We couldn't blame ourselves for being that curious. We were kids. But, our curiosity led to Florence's demise. She had sacrificed so much for us when we were hungry, and I couldn't believe that I had forgotten about that so easily. Was it my fault? I was under the spell of Suzana for so many years and hadn't noticed. Even Jocelyn and Zion didn't.
I drove into the parking lot of the school and halted the vehicle. I killed the engine and got out of the car. I sighed and closed the door. Today was the first day I was going to school without Hope. Today was my first day in school, and Hope wouldn't. I was surprised when I realized this. I walked towards the hallway with my hands in the pockets of my denim jacket. The morning sun had completely bathed the parking lot. It was no more snowing, and the weather had returned to normal. It was no more humid. It was towards the end of February, and I was surprised at how quickly the weather had changed. I walked into the hallway. It was filled with chattering students who were definitely in high spirits. I didn't know why I couldn't be exuberant too. I was going to be a father soon. I had lived for more than a thousand years, and I w
I drove into the driveway of the mansion and halted the engine. Everybody got out of the vehicle, and I drove the car into the garage. I halted the Audi once more and killed the engine. I got out of the car and closed the door. I walked into the house. Hope was waiting patiently for me. She smiled and hugged me. She was looking better. It seemed like the blood was working. She had a plastic cup of blood in her hand. I felt my demons roar in my stomach, but I held them down successfully. I didn't want her to see how wild I was. I didn't want her to know that vampire side of me. "You seem to be in a good mood today," I pointed out. "The baby had stopped kicking," she announced excitedly. "That is good news," I
Two weeks had passed since Noah and Zack had fought on my lawn. The fight was still stuck in my head. It was so enthralling. The only thing I didn't like was when I had to stop them from fighting. Was it me, or was I slowly turning to Solomon? Solomon already had his hands full without him knowing. Jocelyn was seriously crushing on him, though she hadn't told me yet. I had read her mind countless times and had found this out myself. It was definitely amusing. The fact that all the girls Solomon loved always ended up dead didn't sit right with me. I didn't particularly appreciate how his love story usually ended. First, it was Christiana, and then, it was Emily. I felt bad for him because he was a good person, and he deserved to be loved and cherished. I hoped Jocelyn would give him that.
I slumped on the couch as soon as we got home. My head was aching seriously. The friendly meeting hadn't ended well. A witch had attacked us. She looked so morbid and out of place. I hated witches. She had disappeared before I could react. What did she want? It was definitely I and Solomon she was targeting. I sighed and rubbed my palm on my forehead. I was tired of being thrown around and attacked by different supernatural beings. Ever since I got back to WineKove, the aura of fear that surrounded me had diminished. Everybody had feared me and dreaded having an encounter with me. Now they were throwing moves at me out of the blue. I needed that respect back. I needed to grow that aura of fear around me once again. It would come in handy when I wanted to protect the family I was about to have. If not, Hope and our unborn child wo
My eyes opened, and I looked around me. My head was pounding seriously. Everywhere was quiet. I tried to recall where I was. I stood up gently from the floor and sat on it, leaning against a table. I held my head, waiting for the headache to seize. Then, it finally did. I looked around and saw Solomon lying on the floor. Beside him were Jocelyn and Zion. I was surprised to see them unconscious too. What had happened? Why were we all unconscious? Then it came back into my head; all that had happened. That morbid witch had attacked us. She had caused the smoke, which had caused the school to be evacuated. She removed her hood, but I hadn't recognized her. I hadn't met her in the past. Jocelyn and Zion knew her. She was their aunt, and her name was Lucia. Another witch had come into town, and I wondered what she wanted.
I knocked on the door of The Foyths' house and waited patiently. I was here with Solomon, who was standing behind me. Mrs. Celine, Jocelyn's mother, had invited us over to explain what was happening. Jocelyn finally listened to my advice and told her mother about Lucia. It had been a long time since I had last been here. The last time I had come here for a visit, and that was the first day I had come here. Jocelyn and Zion had ambushed me at the parking lot and had set me on fire. I had appeared at their house that night, and Jocelyn had been trembling at the door. The door opened and revealed Jocelyn. She looked at us and smiled. I knew she was smiling at Solomon, and I turned to him to see his reaction. His face was straight, and he looked oblivious to the whole situation. Couldn't he read her mind? Couldn't he see that s
My birthday was just days away, and I was not excited about it. The fact that I was turning eighteen to the people, not around me was the only good thing. The town would take me as an eighteen-year-old. I would be able to do legal things, like marrying Hope. It was not a promise but just an impulse thought. Her stomach was getting bigger, and Florence told me that it wouldn't be long now. I was partially scared because I wasn't ready to become a father. I was scared that I might not like the child very much. I was afraid that I might show my true colors to the child one day, and they would be scared of me for eternity. We were not yet sure of the child's gender. We couldn't go to the hospital to find out either because the womb that held the baby was stronger than the human one. This one was somewhat as strong as concrete.