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.
Zack's threat still dumbfounded me. This was four days after, and I was still concerned. Philomena had returned home yesterday, and I wasn't happy about it. My birthday was two days from now, and I wasn't completely enthralled about it. The fact that Philomena returned also made me downgrade the excitement for that day. She was notorious for ruining events in my life, and I wasn't expecting less that day. Today was boring. I was seated in Trigonometry class with my hands folded across my chest. Zack was in the same room but was somewhat far away. He was at the other end of the room. Noah was also in the class and was in the front row. All I had was Solomon, who was by my side. We were surrounded by enemies right now. Jocelyn and Zion hadn't talked to us since that day. We were technically on our own now. Noah had been silent for
I swerved into the driveway of The Foyths' house and halted the car. I killed the engine and stepped out of the vehicle. It wasn't long since we were last here. The last time I came here, I enjoyed Celine's spaghetti, and I was looking forward to it once again. Solomon got out through the other side of the car. He was the main reason we were here. He wanted to talk to Jocelyn. He tried to apologize to her for killing her aunt. I was glad because I missed them. Their company was so underrated. Our birthday had been horrible. That was four days ago. Zack had interrupted the party with a little ambush which he had surely regretted afterward. He had made me and Solomon spill blood on our birthday, and I wasn't happy with that. I was angry at him for that. After he an
I stood before the hundreds of vampires who were all on my lawn. I was on the porch with my hands across my shoulders. Solomon, Florence, and Philomena were all by my side. Huge murmurs were coming from the crowd, and I had to silence them. I didn't want to stress myself. "Quiet," I ordered. They were still murmuring. I got infuriated. I spotted a man in his early forties and zoomed in on him. I gripped his shoulder and slammed my hands into his chest. I ripped out his heart, and he fell to the ground dead. I dropped the heart on his carcass. I walked back to the porch, and by the time I reached there, everybody was quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were that of the crickets, which sang untiringly every night till dawn. I got a handkerchief from Solomon and wi
TWO MONTHS LATER. Everything was calm now. No war, no enemies, no witches, and most importantly, no Zack. He was still locked up in our basement, where we could keep an eye on him. He was still regarded as a threat. He was strapped to the wall by those silver chains. If he tried to move, the chains would literally fry his wrists. That was the only way to stop him. He had gone on a rampage, almost destroying the vampire and werewolf communities. He had made his wolves attack us, and he had paid the price drastically. He had lost many people that day. I had also lost some vampires, but I still wasn't happy. None of that would have happened if he had stayed put. After he had bitten me, I had gotten exasperated, and I had leveled up. I had beaten him into a
I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. Though it had been two weeks since Florence told me Hope was expecting soon, it stuck to my brain like glue. My heart raced at the thought of it. I couldn't turn Hope into a vampire, but I didn't want to lose her either. Florence told me there was no other way, but I didn't believe her. I couldn't. I couldn't give up. I couldn't let the life I had promised for Hope go down the mud. We were going to have a child, and our separation afterward would seem awkward. Who would take the child? It would definitely be me because I couldn't let such powerful beings live with humans. It could cause cataclysmic damage to the human race. Hope would not be happy with me taking the child, but she would have to accept. She would never forgive me too if I did such to her. It would hurt so much. I couldn't
To be angry at such a beautiful creature for making me turn her mother into a vampire? I couldn't. She was beautiful, and I know she would cause much trouble if care weren't taken. She was very powerful, yet so little. I looked at her in my arms and couldn't stop smiling. Philomena and Florence came downstairs to have a look at the baby. Solomon was smiling widely. He was happy for me, and I was beaming uncontrollably. It looked like the tales of the silver eyes wouldn't end with us. It looked to continue for many more generations. "What is her name?" Philomena asked. I clenched my jaws. I couldn't be angry at her right now. She was actually a grandparent now. A grandmother and I knew all she wanted was to take care of the baby. How I wish my father could be here to en
MANCHESTER, 1226. "Are we supposed to be here?" Solomon asked as we looked at the castle from the forest's darkness. He had asked me such unnecessary questions for half an hour, and I didn't know how much more I could take. I may blow up and end up snapping his throat. That was a brilliant idea, however, but it would slow down what we were trying to do. Since Mother left us, we had returned to hiding, too scared to live among the humans. We were frightened that we would be caught and forced to kill the humans again. We still didn't know how to control our demonic thirst, which was starting to get annoying. The little time we had spent with humans when Mother was around, I had felt alive. I fel