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
WINEKOVE, PRESENT DAY. I opened the jewelry box in which my sun rings were kept. I took off the first layer, and four rings were shown. I hadn't touched the rings in a long time, and it was time to use them again. It was for Hope. I had risked her getting burnt in the sun the day I took her to the lake. That idea shouldn't be tried again. I kept back the upper layer after taking out one ring. After closing it, I placed it back where it was usually hidden. I zoomed out of the wine cellar and arrived in the living room again. I was teaching Hope self-control; that was the reason she was pouring herself a glass of alcohol. She had tried to harm Faith the first time she had held her, and I know she was scared of being closer to her. So, I made sure Florence
WINEKOVE, 1018 AD. "Des, come over here and give me a hand," Father said. I rushed out of the tent quickly and made my way to him. He was trying to drag a dead antelope toward the tent. I was surprised that he needed help because, typically, he could carry the antelope by himself. All he had to do was mount the animal's carcass on his shoulders. I was somewhat confused, but I kept my mouth shut because it was my father. If I made a complaint, he would indeed discipline me. I made my way to him. He was holding the front limbs of the antelope, so I grabbed the animal's hind limbs, and we began moving toward the tent. The animal was heavy, but I couldn't complain. We arrived at his and his mother's tent. He kept down the animal in front of it, and I followed suit. He sighed as he straightened his posture. A smile crept across his face as he walked towards it. A hand came upon my head, and he patted it. He seemed pleased with me. I guessed him to be happy with the helping hand I had gi
"How are you alive?" Philomena asked. It was a recurring question. I had asked such a question, and so did Solomon. The fact that my father was alive after he had died over a thousand years ago was confusing. His bones must have decayed completely before anybody could find out where we buried him—or had the person seen where we had laid him to rest? That question bugged me. Enoch stood dumbfounded. He was surprised and also shocked to see Father in our living room. He knew now that his time with Philomena would be coming to an end. Or would it? Father didn't look like he was ready to fight for Mother. He seemed calm about the situation, and that completely shocked me. Father was seld
I placed the key into the lock and twisted it. The silver chains fell off Zack's hand and landed on the floor. He looked at me, surprised. I was doing him a favor. I didn't want to release him sooner, but I had no choice. Something changed my mind—someone rather; Faith. "You are letting me go?" He asked, surprised. "Yes, Zaccheus," I replied. "Why?" He asked. Faith had made me realize something. To be a good father, I had to do what was right. I had to be good. If being a good father had to be this way, I would do it for her. She was the new pillar of my life. Her and Hope. They held me up and kept me going. I had to repay Hope for believing in me.
I walked into the field with Solomon, dressed up for training. Today was a Friday, and it was awkward to have a training session after school. I couldn't blame the coach because we had a game the next day. I didn't need to worry, and I knew we would easily beat them. We had four supernaturals on our team. The math was simple enough. We met coach waiting for us on the pitch. He was in his normal dress; a black T-shirt, a pair of white shorts, a red baseball cap on his head, and a blue whistle around his neck. He looked too casual. I didn't need to read his mind to know he lived recklessly outside. He looked like a party type. "Okay, ladies," he greeted. "Let's get on with it. You know the drills." We lined up and began jogging around the field. I wondered how long
I jerked awake and looked at my surroundings. It was definitely confusing. I was still in the parking lot. I stood from the ground and held my head, trying to recall what happened. My head was foggy. Then, everything came flooding in. Twins had attacked me, and they had magic. How was that possible? I guessed Jocelyn and Zion weren't the only twins with magic anymore. This was getting weird. After months of peace, trouble had finally arrived. I was surprised because I was expecting this. Evil never slept. Evil was an unending force, and so was good, love, and hate. I got into my Audi and slammed the door in frustration. I sighed and placed the key into the car's ignition. I started the vehicle and revved the engine. Switching the gears, I exited the parking lot and halted the car. I switched the gear again and stepped on th
Everybody sat down on the couch, trying to recover from what had just happened. The magic twins had attacked us, and only the girl had dealt with us. We were five pure vampires and two powerful chanters. How could she have beaten us so quickly? Well, not too easily, to be frank. We did stress her. Jocelyn and Zion did. They were our saviors whenever witches or people with magic attacked us.We were all hell-bent on knowing who they were. That was the first way to learn to defeat someone. You had to find out their true identity. I learned that the hard way when facing Silas. At least the twins didn't wear masks or hoods to cover their faces."Who were those guys?" Hope asked, holding Faith.I was glad Faith was safe. Those twins had come for her. I felt that their reason for
The doorbell sounded as I was seated on the couch with father. I was with Faith in my arms and was also explaining to him what had happened to her. We also talked about what had happened when he wasn't around. I told him about the adventures I and Solomon had and the death that piled up each time we left.We were wicked, deadly. Well, I was the one that did most of the killing. Solomon only took lives when it was necessary. Like if someone threatened two of us, attacked us, or tried to harm me. He had my back throughout the years until we had separated. I eventually went on killing because I had nobody to tame me. I didn't expect to see him the night after the day I had returned to Winekove.The doorbell sounded again, and Father sighed, standing to his feet. I chuckled as he made his way to the door. On his way, I heard him curse mo