My appetite is immediately gone. I must have looked like a pig swallowing as much as I have in front of him while he watched me.—Aren't you hungry? - I ask in a thin voice, dropping the fork on my half-empty plate.—Not of food. - He responds looking at me with that expression that takes my breath away.— Please don't look at me like that. - I beg, swallowing hard and looking away from him.—Why do you always do that? Why does your mood change so easily? A second ago you were so happy. What have I done that offends you so much?"You wouldn't understand."—Don't look at me like you want to eat me! - I yell getting up from my chair, in a sudden and unexplainable rage.Alex stares at me impassively, swirling the wine in his hand a couple of times untill he drains it in one gulp.— I look at you like I want to eat you. - He repeats amusedly. - You're absolutely right, little witch. I want to devour you and not only in a sexual way.I step back in fear shaking my head.—Are you some kind
Yolie:It's eight pm and I'm sitting on the window landing. I look disinterestedly at the huge full moon that lights up the outside garden. I've bathed because despite the air conditioning, it's hot as hell in here, if not; I wouldn't even try.I recognize the symptoms, I'm half depressed. When I get like this, I always snuggle under a sheet with my favorite pillow, eat a chocolate bar and cry until I feel better. I make a face. My pillow is too far away and I don't want to have contact with the servants, therefore I can't ask for chocolate; lest that idiot takes offense and fire them too. I can only cry.But I don't even feel like it, besides, why would I cry for? Because I want to leave here. Why am I scared? Because being in contact with Alex makes my inferiority complex stab me over and over again? I sigh unhappily.I'm not hungry. I'm not sleepy either, but sleeping is preferable to turning whatever they bring on the tray and leaving everything there without having tried a thing.
Yolie:He rummages one more time and warns me.–This, you can bite with confidence. - He brings me the food and I bite it. It is slightly hard and crunches under my teeth.—It's a toast. - I answer while chewing.—Naturally.He sticks his lips to my jaw and laughs. I look at him puzzled.—I said I would kiss you but I never specified the kisses would be restricted to your mouth’s general area. - He winks.He's changed the rules again! He is unbearable!I swallow the bite of toast and he already offers me the next thing.—Take a bite of this one too.I obey and moan with pleasure. I do like this one. I chew slowly, enjoying the flavor of the smoked product. I must have bitten off almost half—It's a hotdog.—Want more?—Yeah.I chew happily and he watches me cocking his head.— I have found the key so that you don't go to bed without having dinner again.Why, it’s obvious you like cold cuts very much- He comments, surprised. —Cold cuts in general, no, but I really like hot dogs. Have y
Standing atop the cliff, the hooded woman watched the bloody scene unfolding just below. The two armies fought fiercely. Her long black hair billowed in the wind. Her greyish tunic and cape camouflaged her with the rugged landscape. She spread her hands over the warring warriors, facing each other to death in the valley, reading the future of invader's army’s leader. Another victory, she thought. At this rate the Macedonian warrior will dominate the entire known world in less than a year. The way he leads his army into battle is extraordinary, and that horse of his, what a temper! Admirable. All this power in the hands of one man. A mocking smile crossed her lips. Perhaps I should watch the Hegemon of Greece more closely. 000 Yolie: I wake up dazed and thirsty. I wet my dry lips with my tongue, opening my eyes. I sit up slowly and look around me. The bedding is all messed up, I'm completely naked and... I swiftly pat my neck in fright. Nothing. I look at the pillow expecting
Yolie:We leave the treasure room and Alex escorts me back to my humble abode. (Note my sarcasm?) We near the door and he stops by it.—Inside you will find a new cell phone waiting for you on the nightstand. - He offers.—What happened to mine?—Patrick left it in your bag, on the very side of the street where he picked you up in Havana.That phone was special to me. I had to save a salary and half of another to be able to buy it, but I imagine that "Mr. Golden Statues" wouldn’t understand that king of sacrifices.—Patrick has put a line to it and has inputted his contact number and mine. He has also given you the password for the Villa's Wi-Fi, so you can use the Internet.Great, there are a lot of things I need to investigate. I know he does this not because he trusts me, but because no one would believe me. If I post "Help, a vampire has kidnapped me and is holding me prisoner in Greece!" all my Facebook friends will think I've gone nuts.—Good thing you know, little witch. - He w
Yolie:Mégas Alexandros. WowI'm stunned. Someone brought my lunch and I ate what I couldz but I know I can't put this off any longer. I wanted answers and finally it seems I will get some.Mégas Alexandros.I'm sitting on the window landing with the phone in my hand. I can't believe it. But it has to be him. After all, he's Greek, he's filthy rich, even the age at which he supposedly died matches what he appears to be now, about thirty-two or thirty-three years old.Also, the way he talks, the way he behaves, as if he were the master of the whole fucking universe, must be part of his personality, all those traits can’t have been acquired after his conversion. I turn on the cell phone screen and continue reading.King of MacedoniaHegemon of GreecePharaoh of egyptKing of asiaGreat King of Media and PersiaWhat a string of titles. I only need to include... inveterate womanizer, psychopathic kidnapper and vampire, obviously.Dynasty ArgeadasFather Philip II of MacedonMother Olympia
Kira:My aunt's phone call took me by surprise. She explained to me that the guest of Villa Philipides wants to have a hair done, so i was asked to come to the Villa to carry out the work.Our island is small. In the extreme north lies the fishing village of Santa Eduviges, population of three thousand inhabitants. Our economic income depends fundamentally on fishing and the movement of tourists who each year make extensive tours of these Greek islands.In the extreme south there are at least five private properties, all belonging to the same man, the millionaire and mysterious Kyrios Alexander Philipides. The inhabitants of the town of Santa Eduviges speak of him with such a level of admiration that anyone would think the man is a god.Theos. The guy is rich of course, he's filthy rich and possesses the kind of look that makes women fall like wounded doves at his feet, but he has a reputation for spending no more than a few weeks with each lover. He changes them faster than he change
Alex:I've spent two days staring at my cell phone like an idiot. My companion at "dinner" last night got very angry, Cleo is one of those women who demand the total and absolute attention of the man who is close to her and my constant checking the arrival of messages offended her.Luckily, the Egyptian understood my situation and I managed to win her support. Of the five members of my coven, with whom I have interviewed these two days, she is the only one who has expressed herself in favor of what I want to achieve. Before, a few centuries ago, we would have ended the night in a session of rough, perverted and unrestricted sex. Cleo was more than willing, I wasn't in the mood.Worry has made me return six hours earlier than expected. Truth is, I feel prey of a huge and irrational fear. I know my little witch will be well cared for by Patrick, he will protect her with his life from any external threat; what I’m afraid of is her own fragile mental stability.If too much information is
Patrick: I am pleased with the solution I found to the issue. My Lord would be proud of me. We are in the dining room of the mansion, my human picks a salad and I make faces at the golden goblet. I dare not use the same as my lord, nor his throne. I'm not that pretentious. Besides, tonight I don't want to toast victory with blood drawn from a bag. — I didn’t understand a thing,my Lord.- My human whispers. - is marriage a sentence worse than death and more fearsome than facing years in prison? At least for your kind? I smile. —That's right,tigress. You see...our species is...complicated. When it comes to uniting, we prefer to do it with mature converts, I mean those who have been converted for more than twenty years. The privilege of immortality is granted to humans as payment for services rendered, we need human servants for certain and determined things, or for love. — I still don't understand. — Let me finish, okay? In the specific case of Cleo... I have sentenced her to murder
Cleo:It's three in the morning. I bribed the cell guard and snuck into it with my boys. Live Ra, I will not go to suffer hardships on the damn Cockatoo Island without enjoying the attention of my favorites for one last time.I thought they would devour me when they saw me, I expected to have a night of hard and unrestricted sex . But my babes have pleasantly surprised me by melting me with kisses and transporting me with the softest caresses. We have made love, rather they have made love to me and I suspect I have been happy for the last time in the eternity that opens before me. I'm lying on the floor, resting my head on João's muscular abdomen, Sebastién and Luca are catching their breath on each side of my body. They don't know, I didn't know it myself, but this forced separation has made me realize how much they mean to me. I love them. It's that easy. Each silently took hold of a piece of my cold, hard heart.Our previous Mégas knew exactly what he was doing when he punished me
Kira:After making love to me very slowly and sinking his fangs into my jugular, Patrick forbade me to wash my private parts. Apparently I must be present at the trial smelling of him in every possible way. Just thinking about it makes me blush. Beneath the white dress I am wearing black underwear that is practically visible through the fabric.We are in a fairly large room, Patrick sits on a golden throne and I am sitting on a cushion at his feet. He caresses my hair absentmindedly every two minutes. This situation is really bizarre. I look like his pet, I laugh to myself. Yes... I look like his kitten.Cleo is standing in front of us. She dresses impeccably, she is in black once again, this time she is wearing a very long dress, with a train that trails behind her, a high hairstyle and wear a small veil. It seems that she is in mourning.A group of a hundred or more male and female vampires has gathered around us. All observing the process solemnly.The three accused are kneeling to
Kira:We have come to my house. In less than an hour my luggage was packed. It's late. I have prepared a pre-cooked meal and gobbled it down as if I hadn't tasted food in a month.I try to seduce my boyfriend so we can grope or something, but he refuses, saying that I'm still in shock and that under no circumstances is he going to lay a hand on me. Arrrggg!I was right. The girls don't openly hate me, but some think I'm jumping the gun, according to Jess I'm leaving my home, family, jobs and friends behind for a man.Mila is radiant. She told us that she spent the night having the most wonderful sex of her life and that this morning she filed for divorce against her husband. Sometime during the early morning she packed up all her things and went to live with her neighbor. I'm happy for her.000We're on the jet, Patrick sits next to me, rubbing my knuckles. Last night I slept in his arms and I must say that it was a bit uncomfortable. I'll have to get used to it. A doubt assails me.—
Kira:Work today in the salon has been slow. Three clients so far this morning. I don't have to go to the orphanage because they organized a trip to the Acropolis in Athens and other excursions for this week, so the children won't be back until next week. The girls are happy that things are finally settled between me and Patrick.We have been together for two months now and although it is practically a long-distance relationship, I must say that things are going quite well. Patrick has told me a lot about his world and the duties he fulfills as king of the vampires.I nevertheless can’t still completely believe it all. Vampires and witches, loose in our world! What's next? Aliens?I would love to lie and say that we spend all of our time in bed together, but we don't. My... Should I call him boyfriend, huh?...well, my boyfriend takes me out for walks, to restaurants, to clubs, to ice skating and shopping. I love to go shopping.Two weeks ago he set fire to my red dress and those heels
Yolie:When I woke up in my bed, in my room, in my little house here in Havana, at first I thought that it had all been a dream.I got up, hysterical, from the bed, it was almost six am. I ran to the bathroom mirror and knew it hadn’t all been my imagination. I hadn't dreamed all of that. My hair was shorter and still straight thanks to the treatment Kira applied to it. I had brought from Greece what I was wearing, the contact lenses, the red dress with which I performed Alex's "liberation ritual" and the strange Áspid platform shoes.Also on my neck hung the necklace with the star stone. I took it in the palm of my hand and looked at it in surprise. The ruby had turned completely black, it also had a visible crack inside.That seemed like a bad omen. Black... like my destiny, broken... like my poor heart.000—It’s time to begin.- I muttered filling up with courage and extending my hand to Patrick,he quickly handed me the knife.—What is required?- Alex asked.I made a face.—I was h
Kira: Aphrodite in a thong! Patrick Amíntoros is back, he wants to fuck me and he won't take no for an answer. Besides, I'm so horny it wouldn’t even occur to me saying no. Oh He has me entirely and completely naked on my bed, except for the blue heels. —They make your legs look so sexy.- he murmurs, kissing my toes over the straps and buckles of my shoes. He caresses my ankles, moving his warm palms up my legs. —Do you have a fetish for women's shoes?- I ask breathlessly. —No. I have a fetish with you. Theos! He kisses my mount of venus, parting my legs with his hands, I’m completely spread-eagled and my legs tremble from how tense my muscles are. —You're so wet my mouth is watering.- he comments, looking at my entrance with a hungry expression. I feel like being a little daring. —Do you want to drink?- I ask seductively, moving to offering myself to his mouth. —Mhhh, maybe later.- he purrs.- For now I'll do my best to make you moan. He says, climbing on top of me, comp
Kira: My phone rings instantly. Its him! My hands shake but I pick up. —How do you know?-He shoots right away. Wow, not even a "Hello Kira" or a "How are you Kira?" He went straight to the point. —I found her on social networks, she posted a photo two weeks ago of the waves breaking against the boardwalk of her city, in addition the profile had her photo and her personal information. — Are you sure it was her who posted that photo? —Yes. When I did her hair treatment we talked for a while and she told me that that was one of her hobbies, to go watch the waves at that place. —Okay.-he hangs up. I groan, frowning at the screen of my cell phone. There was no "Thank you Kira" nor "I miss you, Kira." Theos! What an infuriating man! Patrick: —Your informant is correct, my Lord. The girl is here in Havana and in one piece. Her co-workers believe that she spent two months working in a private clinic in Greece thanks to a contract. However, her neighbors say that she was kidnapped s
Patrick:A month has passed since my Lord’s disappearance. That early morning my cell phone did not stop ringing. One by one all the members of the council called me. Despite being in different time zones and countries, they were all prey to great anguish and a feeling of imminent death at the same time.My lord had previously warned them of his intentions to carry out the ritual as soon as possible, nonetheless, none of them could shake the terrible episode of anxiety that took hold of all of us just at the moment our Mégas ... disappeared.—Our Megas is dead. - they whispered.—Our Megas has died.- they lamented.The others have lost the man who saved them, the man who guided them, the man who gave them a second chance... I have lost half of my own soul. The purpose of my existence was to serve him, now that he is gone... I don't know what will become of me.Kira:Villa Philipides has been closed for a month. All of Kyrios Alex's properties on Spiros have been abandoned. The gossips