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It's been two weeks and the long awaited visit to the council is on me. I'm only thrilled to be going to Paris. Maybe I can think of it as a vacation and not certain death.It's only Valentine and I on this journey, sad really. If Achilles were here, then the flight wouldn't be so long and silent.It's funny how he's already growing on me like an unwashable fungus.The hum of the plane’s engine fills the cabin, but the space between Valentine and I feels heavier than the noise. He sits across the aisle, his golden eyes fixed on the tinted window, his face set in that bland look. You can't tell what he's thinking or if he's thinking.I don’t bother trying to make conversation. What’s there to say? Two weeks of training, and I still feel like I’m stumbling in the dark. Now, we’re heading straight into the lion’s den.We touch down in Paris twenty minutes before midnight and a sleek white BMV is already waiting to drive us over to our hotel.Vampires do live quite the life. They've ha
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“Do the dead speak?”The question cuts through the silence like a knife, sharp and deliberate. I freeze mid-sentence, my fingers clutching the grass beneath me as I look up.And there he is.Perched atop my mother’s gravestone, cross-legged in that yoga pose like he owns the place, with a smirk curling his perfect lips. His blonde hair gleams in the moonlight, strands catching the silvery glow like some divine spotlight has chosen him. But it’s his eyes that root me in place...golden, luminous, and otherworldly. They’re not just reflecting the moonlight; they’re glowing, as if lit by something deep and eternal.My throat tightens.A thousand and one things pass through my head. I could run...I could scream at the top of my lungs so the graveyard keeper would hear me... but no.A strangled noise escapes me instead, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the nocturnal whispers of the cemetery.“Well?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, the sm
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The morning sunlight creeps through the cracks in the blinds, dragging me reluctantly out of sleep. I groan and bury my face deeper into my pillow, but it’s no use. There’s a loud knock on my door, followed by my roommate’s voice cutting through the silence.“North! Get up! You’re gonna be late, and I’m not covering for you again!”I groan louder, hoping she’ll take pity and leave me alone.Instead, Ellie bursts into my room, a whirlwind of energy in her pajama shorts and oversized band tee. She’s holding a steaming mug of coffee, which she promptly sets on my nightstand.“Good morning, sunshine,” she says cheerfully. “Or should I say, good almost-afternoon?”I peel an eye open to glare at her. “You’re way too chipper for this early.”“It’s literally 9 a.m.,” she counters, yanking the covers off me. “What’s your excuse this time? Up late reading smutty romance novels again?”“No,” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. The events of last night flash through my mind—the graveyard,
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The streets are quiet as I speed walk home, but the silence doesn’t comfort me. It presses against me, thick and suffocating, amplifying the echo of my thoughts.What is Valentine? My mind plays through the possibilities, none of them comforting. A ghost? A trick of my imagination? Or worse… something real, something I can’t even comprehend.The feel of his cold hands on my neck...he must definitely be a ghost. And he said he's a dead man. I saw the gravestone...that sums up.But then again, ghosts aren't real. I guess he's proof?My breath comes quicker as I approach the apartment. Every shadow feels alive, every sound louder, but yet, dull. When I finally reach the door, my hands are shaking so badly I fumble with the keys twice before I manage to unlock it.The moment I step inside, Ellie’s voice cuts through the air, almost giving me a fright. “You’re late. Where the hell have you been?”She’s sitting casually on the couch, a half-eaten bag of chips beside her. Her hair is up in
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I feel my body slam against the ground, cold and unyielding, but the pain feels distant, like I’m trapped in a fog. I can’t move, but I’m still here, barely. The world around me is dark, and the only sound is the faint rustle of the wind and a distant growl.Then I hear it.“Snowflake… You have to wake up.”The voice is familiar, achingly so. My mother.“Mom?” I croak, though I don’t know if I’m speaking or just thinking it.“You have to wake up, snowflake. Now!” Her voice is urgent, tugging at me like invisible hands trying to pull me back from wherever I am.But something else pulls me deeper. A sharp, piercing pain at my neck again—teeth sinking into me. It’s different this time, harsher, as if draining what little life I have left.I’m slipping further into the abyss when something cold and thick touches my lips. A drop at first, then more.Instinct takes over. I grab what feels like a wrist, and the moment my fingers wrap around it, I press it closer. The liquid is… electric, i
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Footsteps.At first, they’re faint, but as my senses sharpen, I realize they’re coming from above me. A slow, steady rhythm, like someone pacing back and forth. My eyes remain closed, but I focus on the sound, honing in on every detail—the weight of the steps, the soft patter on marble ground.Then I notice something else. My throat. It’s unbearably dry, like I’ve swallowed sandpaper. My fingers twitch, and I feel softness beneath me. A bed. It’s too soft to be mine.A groan escapes my lips, and I hear a sudden movement. Someone shifts, the scrape of a chair against the floor. My eyes flutter open, and I’m staring at a ceiling that seems impossibly high.This isn’t my room.The air smells of cinnamon, warm and sweet. My room smells like lavender, a comforting scent I’d picked out myself.I sit up. Or rather, my body moves faster than my brain can process, the motion a blur. One second I’m lying down, the next I’m upright. The disorientation makes me freeze.“What the hell?” I mutte
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"No, no, no, no!" The man is terrified and something in me begs to stop, but there's a burn in my throat that needs to be sated.His hands drop from the mower and he makes to run, but I'm behind him in a flash and I grab him by the shoulder.“Please!” he yells, his voice cracking. “Help! Someone, please help!”Saliva drops from my mouth on to his neck, and I can see his veins pulsating.Just a sip, I tell myself. Just a little sip.The other staff nearby drop their tools. They freeze, staring, but none of them step forward. They're scared, I realise. I should be too, but I'm too far gone to even think.My grip tightens, and the burn in my chest intensifies. I can’t focus on anything else. I open my mouth, ready to sink my teeth into his neck—A hand clamps down on my shoulder, hard, and I’m yanked backward with so much force that I slam into the ground. The gardener stumbles away, running like his life depends on it. It probably does.I blink, dazed, expecting Valentine’s cold stare
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I step out of the car, one foot touching the cracked pavement outside my apartment complex, when Achilles finally speaks for the first time since we left the estate. His voice slices through the silence, low and deliberate.“You’re not going to be here for long.”The words pull me back into the car, even though my body is already halfway out. I grip the door handle and look at him, confusion etched across my face. “What do you mean by that?”He shrugs, leaning back slightly in his seat as though he just made an offhand comment about the weather. “There’s been nothing like you.""What does that even mean?" I press, stepping fully out of the car now, one hand gripping the edge of the door.But he doesn't answer. He simply smiles, and annoying cryptic smile, and pulls away, the sleek black car disappearing down the street before I can demand anything further.I stare after him for a moment, his words swirling in my mind. “There’s been nothing like you.”What does that even mean? Is it so
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The sunlight streaming through the tall windows feels almost mocking. It’s bright, golden, and warm—everything I shouldn’t be able to experience as a vampire. But here I am, standing in the middle of Valentine’s mansion, feeling the heat on my skin like it’s normal. Like I’m normal. I hate it.The mansion is quieter during the day, the air heavy with a stillness that feels unnatural. The staff move about silently, their footsteps barely audible on the polished floors. Most are human, others are not. It's strange how I can tell now, and too fascinating to actually see immortals.I wander aimlessly, my fingers trailing along the cold stone walls, until I find myself in the kitchen.The scent of fresh bread and herbs hits me first, warm and inviting. A woman with silver hair tied in a tight bun stands at the counter, her hands moving deftly as she chops vegetables. She doesn’t look up when I enter, but her voice cuts through the silence like a knife.“You’re not supposed to be here.
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It's been three days since the council last reached out with a shade. Three days since I left my apartment, and three days since I've been in a total disarray.To be frank, I don't even know what to think about. There's been a set date for my visit to the council which happens to be in Paris, by the way.It's a two weeks away and all Valentine and Achilles have been breathing down on my neck for the past three days is training.Well...here we are, midnight. Such an ungodly hour to be up, especially now that my eyes has been opened to the existence of creatures the human eyes have been blind to.Things that are supposed to be dark fantasies and now I walk among them, mated to one of them...I am one of them.The courtyard looks ancient at night, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and burning torches. The flickering flames cast long shadows across the cracked ground, and the ivy-covered walls seem to close in around me. It’s quiet, too quiet, except for the occasional crackle
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The drive is silent. Each moment passing like a blur, yet slowed down so I can get reasonable thoughts together, and in good time.The night presses against the windows, swallowing us in darkness, but I barely notice. My thoughts are too loud, crashing into each other like waves in a storm. The scent of burned shadows still lingers in my nose, the memory of that thing—shade, Valentine called it—clawing at my mind.Ellie.She’s going to think I’m dead.I left her behind.The apartment was a wreck. The window shattered, the living room torn apart. She’s going to come home and assume the worst—that someone broke in, that I was taken, that I was killed.My chest tightens. I should have left a note stating that I was okay and in good hands. Heck, told her there was a break in and I've gone to stay with a friend for a while.I swallow hard, staring out the window. The city blurs past, but my reflection stares back at me, hollow-eyed and furious.Valentine doesn’t say a word. He grips the s
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The room is dead silent.My breath comes in shallow bursts, my heart hammering so hard it might explode. Valentine stands in front of me, his back rigid, his entire body coiled like a predator ready to strike.The presence in the apartment is wrong. Thick. Suffocating. A darkness that curls in the air like smoke.And then, the voice slithers through the shadows again."The Sunlit One."My blood turns to ice.Whatever’s out there, it’s not human. It’s not a vampire, either. It’s something else."Stay behind me." His voice is sharp, clipped, his stance widening. He’s not playing around.I grip his arm. "Who is that?""A Shade." His tone is grim. "They hunt for the council."I swallow. "Hunt… as in, kill?"The air shifts. I hear something—no, I feel something moving. Too fast. Too wrong.Valentine barely gets a word out before the lights flicker—then die.The apartment plunges into darkness.Oh perfect, just what I didn't need!My pulse spikes, panic crawling up my throat. I can’t see.
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I pace my room, every step adding weight to the storm building inside me. My mind won’t stop. It keeps circling back to the same impossible truths: I’m not human. I’m not a Vampire. I’m… something else. Something that shouldn’t exist. I can still feel Elias’s cold, judgmental gaze on me, his words like daggers in my chest. His visit earlier wasn’t just a warning—it was a declaration.The council doesn’t trust my existence. They see me as a threat.I grab the pile of clothes on my chair and toss them into the closet, hoping that the distraction will ease the suffocating tightness in my chest. But the motion feels useless. No matter what I do, my thoughts spiral back to the one person who might have answers. Valentine.I drop onto the edge of my bed and call out to him. I know he won’t answer. Achilles said he never does when he’s with his parents, but the words leave my lips anyway. “Valentine,” I whisper, the sound swallowed by the silence of the room.Nothing.Of course.I stand
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The library smells like aged paper and quiet desperation—a perfect setting for my current state of mind. I shuffle to an empty corner, cradling a thick book on European history, though I have no intention of reading it. My thoughts are too loud.Achilles’s words play on repeat in my head. You’re not a vampire. If you were, you’d have burned in the sun. And word is spreading that someone like you exists. It’s like a storm that won’t pass, shaking my resolve with each echo.The air in the room shifts, subtle but sharp, like the drop in temperature before a thunderstorm. I glance around. The library is as it always is—students buried in books, murmuring whispers bouncing off the walls. But the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. Someone is watching me.I force myself to focus, flipping through pages I can’t understand. My chest tightens as I tell myself it’s paranoia. I’m just rattled after everything. That’s all.“North Harper?”The voice is smooth, too smooth, and it takes
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“North. North, wake up.”A voice drags me out of the haze of sleep, paired with a persistent tapping on my shoulder.I groan, rolling onto my side, the couch beneath me lumpy and unforgiving. “Five more minutes,” I mumble, pulling the throw blanket over my head to block out the harsh light spilling into the room.The tapping turns into a light shove. “You’ve already overslept. Get up before I pour water on you.”Peeking out from under the blanket, I see Ellie standing over me, arms crossed, looking like she’s barely holding herself together. There’s exhaustion etched into her face, her ponytail loose and uneven, and her uniform rumpled from hours on the night shift.“You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” I say, my voice scratchy with sleep.She raises an eyebrow. “And you look like you’ve been dead for three days.”I chuckle, sitting up and stretching. “Maybe a few more days than three days, don't you think?"A faint smile tugs at her lips before she sobers. “Laugh it up, b
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The door clicks shut behind me, and for the first time in a long time, the silence in the apartment feels too loud. Ellie’s working the night shift, so it’s just me. I flick on the lamp in the living room, its dim light casting long, tired shadows across the walls.Mated to Valentine.The words bounce around in my head like a bad echo. I drop my bag on the couch and sink into the cushions, my hands shaking slightly as I rake them through my hair. "Mated," I mutter under my breath, tasting the word like it’s something foreign and bitter.I’m not sure if I’m supposed to feel flattered or trapped.Grabbing my laptop, I settle into bed, pulling the blankets tight around me. The glow of the screen fills the room as I type into the search bar: What does it mean to be mated to a vampire?The results are… not helpful. A sea of fictional nonsense floods the screen: eternal devotion, undying love, bonds that transcend death. Lovers bound for eternity. My chest tightens. I snap the laptop shu
