I was running.Harder and faster than I had ever run in my life. Trees flashed past the way. It was only a matter of time my legs would hurl me forward, feet flying from something too terrible to face."Kill Derek. Kill the purebloods."Shaking those thoughts away, I willed myself not to listen to that voice."You were born for this. Fulfill the prophecy."Derek's house appeared between the distant trees. The sight of it brought a strange feeling of salvation, the way a thief might feel sighting a church, his chance at sanctuary. I sprinted harder, and soon, Derek's swimming pool appeared on my line of vision.I stumbled down to the patio that surrounded the pool, my eyes eyeing its blue depths. Part of me wanted only to drown myself, to lie on the bottom and hold my breath while my heartbeats get further and further apart, stretching, eventually reaching infinity.My reflection morphed into a different face. She had dark wavy brown hair that fell above the top curves of her supple br
(Reagan's POV)"Direct descendant, huh?"I slammed my locker shut and exhaled a sigh. Here we go.I spun around and gave Bryson a small smile. "You could say that. How did you know?"He shrugged. "Ciara. She told me a few days ago. As Alerians, we were obligated to know our history."I frowned. Does he know the true origins? Would it change the fact if I tell him the truth? I think it was best to throw in the oblivious card."What do you know?" I asked innocently.He half smiled."It's a long story. We could go somewhere and talk?"I thought for a bit. If I get to hear his side of the story, I could narrow things down, and maybe find some answers. I shrugged. "I got nothing else to do, and school's over for the day."He smiled gratefully. "Cool. How about we go to our usual hang out spot?"I moaned. Not The Lounge. They had the best pudding in the history of dessert madness.He chuckled at my reaction. "I know what you're thinking, Ree. That's why I chose that place. Besides, it's the w
(Reagan's POV)My conversation with Bryson had my thoughts working like clockwork in search for the truth.It was uncanny for Purebloods and Alerians to fabricate a story that held great importance such as this, but for what? Hindering the descendants to know the truth? Too ashamed that such breed existed due to unlikely consortion? When my dad finds Sephrina's grave, I hope exhuming her body would give us something to break this prophecy. If she did have the journal with her, as what that trusted Alerian historian claimed.Killing the ignition, I got out from my car and slammed the door shut. My spirits somehow dwindled day by day since the revelation. Each day when I wake up, I dread the feeling of wanting to kill the man I love."The one you love is the one you'll kill," I muttered sarcastically under my breath.Funny that I still managed to conjure dark poetry lines in dire situations such as this, or maybe I had gone to the deep end.Yeah, right. Maybe Derek would haul ass me to
(Reagan's POV)"If you didn't dawdle at the last minute Cooper, we could've gotten at the airport earlier, but nooo! You just have to stuff more useless things in your damn suitcase!" I growled and nudged him roughly on his shoulders, looking for our designated seats.He shot me an annoyed look. "My prank book and accessories are not useless things, Reagan. You'll never know it might come in handy," with one last look at my irritated expression, he snapped his face front and continued looking for his seat.Derek booked three first class plane tickets bound for Athens, Greece. Why three? Cooper insisted, more like forced, us to have him tag along. He said and I quote,'I don't plan on missing the Indiana Jones experience'.I thought it was too much of Derek to go all out, though I'm content with economy class. I knew he was extremely wealthy, but come on! It wasn't like we were staying on the plane for a long period of time. But, I was outnumbered. It was two against one, and imagine th
(Derek's POV)I woke after an hour of comatose sleep, feeling the thirst for blood searing in my throat. The room wasn't that dark. The lampshades that perched on both ends of the headrest pooled on the bed, gleaming off Reagan's skin. Her presence alone amplified my thirst, and it took all my will power to control myself. I didn't want another repeat like the last time.Staring at the love of my life's sleeping figure, I sighed and reached out to stroke her rosy cheek. Even in slumber, she still looked achingly beautiful, like an angel sent down from heaven to torture me with her beauty and charm.Wow, Derek. That was so cheesy.Not only that, I just had to chuckle softly at the irony of my thoughts. If this was torture, I would gladly take it any day, or better yet, for the rest of my immortal life.My hand moved to her soft brown locks, stroking them languidly. It was soft and smooth, as always whenever I twirled a lock out of habit. From there, my fingers traveled cautiously to he
(Bryson's POV)I'm a guy.Typically, if a guy - a hormonal one, might I add - would confront a cat fight, the normal response would be "Wow! That's hot!", "Damn!", "Hell yeah!" or whatever was generally said to such circumstance.To such event graced the male populace, they viewed it as live sadistic lesbian porno.But, I wasn't your typical normal guy.A cat fight between two female Alerians; an ex girlfriend and a girl whom I had slept with two years ago, wasn't considered hot on my vocabulary.Brutal would be appropriate.I was shocked to say when Rebecca landed on my car's windshield with a crash, followed by a pissed off Ciara, charging like a red bull to finish her off...All I could do for five seconds was stare.45 minutes earlier...I sighed. Reagan has been incognito for two days now.I'd been trying to reach her, but as always, it went straight to her voicemail. Where on earth could she be? Of all days where I was ready to pour my heart out and tell her how she still meant
(Reagan's POV)A Pureblood Galerian.Was that the outcome if I chose to drink blood? Surely, it was Ryder's choice, but why would dad want me to know this? He already told me all I needed to know, or maybe he wasn't specific entirely."Ryder, a Pureblood Galerian? Please elaborate," I said. To be honest, I was half worried and half curious but either way, I had to know.He nodded in affirmation. "Yes. A Pureblood Galerian, well to be specific, a Vampirian, in classification to a type of breed or specie."I tilted my head to the side. "So, how did you came to be a Vampirian then?"Ryder paused for a moment and looked at my dad for a go signal. "Is it okay, Luke?"My dad nodded in agreement. "Yes, go ahead, kid."Ryder averted his gaze back to me, his look that meant serious business. If this information was going to be gruesome for my own good, I was seriously going to be pure Galerian all the way.He started to speak in his velvety voice. "I met Luke 10 years ago in Cleveland. He was
(Derek's POV)Ancient Thera, the classical city of the island of Santorini was located on Mesa Vouno, 396 m. above sea level. If my memory serves me right, it was founded in the 9th century B.C by Dorian colonist whose leader was Theras, and continued to be inhabited until the early Byzantine period.Luke called his friend and Alerian historian for further information. According to him, Santorini Island was the last documented sighting of Sephrina after she invoked the prophecy, gave or take a few decades or so. At some point, some Alerians had migrated to the city when the Sacred Law of Coexistence was created, thus gave them the freedom to do whatever they wanted. He said she resided there for some time, but it wasn't proven that the city was her final resting place. But, there was a temple built in honor of her mother, Chezahrina, so maybe there had to be something in there worth finding.After all, that was what the inscription said.Αρχαία Θήρα [Ancient Thera]Knowing we were des
Reagan's POVI was so damn nervous. Really, you wouldn't believe it.Heck! Any sane person could tell right of the bat I was a train wreck waiting to happen.My palms were drenched with sweat, my heart was palpating as though someone was playing bongo drums on it, and my legs were trembling so much.'Calm down, Reagan,' I thought to myself, trying to calm my bundled nerves.. 'It's just a date, you've done this kind of stuff before.'Pfft!Calm down? Just a date?No, it wasn't just that...This was Derek we were talking about. When it came to him, it wasn't anything simple.Right after Derek told me we were going on a date, I booked it like I was chased after a horde of zombies to my room, and looked for a perfect dress. It was chaos out there, and it was ridiculous how I threw dress after dress out of my closet like a maniac high on Red Bull. I was about to give up, and make a desperate move to go shopping (which I totally abhor with all my might), but a certain black number that was
Reagan's POVI couldn't understand what's happening around me.Bryson's frigid, cold treatment... Ciara's smug bitchiness... them being back together.... it felt like I was in a twilight zone, like some alternative universe.What's even freaky was this incident in the hallway, where Bryson was having a migraine episode, and Ciara coming to his aid with a look of fear in her face. She was hiding something, and more importantly, she did something to Bryson...And the images that I saw on his head.That dark haired man was dangerously beautiful, too beautiful that he looked inhuman - like Derek.A pure blood.“Ugh,”I grunted. All of this was making my head spin. I needed some answers, and I was most definitely would get to the bottom of this. Bryson and I may not be together, but he would always have a place in my heart. He was my first love, my first time, and my best friend. I would always care about him, even though I didn't have romantic feelings for him anymore.With a sigh, I opene
Bryson's POVI didn't know whether to laugh, or strangle at my spiritual self in the neck for talking bullshit.What was he smoking? Me? Not an ordinary Alerian, and meant to save Reagan?That's just... impossible!You couldn't just sprung that on someone like it's the most casual thing in the world. We were not in England drinking tea with the Queen of England in a freaking afternoon!“What do mean I am meant to save Reagan?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Please do enlighten me, or...”This prophecy was doing my head in.He narrowed his eyes to thin slits. I kept on forgetting he doesn't respond well to threats, but what the fuck did I care? This circumstance was making me gibberish in the head right now.“Or what?” he responded deathly calm.”Remember, Bryson I don't appreciate being threatened, or need I remind you I could break your bones with a simple flick of my finger.”“Just tell me, dammit!” I hissed at him. “We are wasting time alone with this testosterone filled conversati
Bryson' POVIt was silent.Just eerie, dead silence and it was unnerving.My eyes were closed, trying to use all my senses to tell what, or where I was now. All I could remember was that my head was splitting into two from that excruciating pain; flashes of images that emerged and faded like the speed of light. I couldn't understand what those images meant. I knew that those were important, but for the life of me, I couldn't place them.Before you know it, I was out like a light.Now here I was in this desolation, trying to find out why I ended up in this state.Then again, the silence was still getting into me."Bryson," A deep and husky male voice called out to me. I swore that voice had that slight familiarity, but I couldn't seem to point out the specifics."Bryson," the familiar voice called out once again. "Arise, my friend."I tried, believe me, I tried my hardest to peel my eyes open, but my efforts were damn fruitless. It was like someone put glue to my eyelids!The voice sig
Reagan's POVAs much as I tried to understand what had just happened, my mind couldn't seem to wrap around it.Bryson's sudden cold treatment had left me confused, if not had my heart clench a bit - a slight pang in the heart from this unexpected frosty relation. I just don't understand; even though we had history together, we first started out as close friends. We knew that it'd be stupid to throw that away and we proved that when I came back after two years, but this... this was all too sudden for me and from knowing him inside and out, he isn't the kind of guy who would go frigid for no apparent reason.Something was definitely off with this scenario.Shaking my head, I decided to corner him later at lunch and demand for an explanation. Besides, he did want to talk to me and I was curious.With a sigh, I headed over to my locker to get the necessary books for my morning class. Just as I was about to open my locker, an annoyingly familiar voice chirped up, making me grind the edges
Reagan's POVAs they say, all good things come to an end, even on birthdays. I watched as everybody decided to turn in the night, but my dad just had to be all mushy on me right now."Happy Birthday, sugar bunny," my dad cooed as he wrapped me up in his arms, smothering my face with kisses. "I can't believe my baby girl is all grown-up now!"I groaned. "Aww, dad. That's just foul," I said, leaning away as I tried to thwart his lip assault. "I'm not five years old, you know."He stopped and chuckled low and deep. "I know, but I missed out eighteen years of your life, so I have plenty of smothering to catch up on."I rolled my eyes. 'You can blame mom for that,' I thought dryly. "Seriously, dad," I said, glaring at him mockingly, "you're giving me daddy cooties.""Oh yeah?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and I nodded. "Well, daddy cootie this!" And attacked my face once again with another onslaught of kisses.Oh good lord, help my face!"Okay, okay," I said, squirming under his smothering
Reagan's POVThe last time I've seen my mother was a few months ago, when Bryson, Ciara and I went to have dinner at that expensive restaurant.She wasn't alone at that time, and my chest tightened as if someone had a steely grip on it, seeing at the sight of her new-found happiness. She was with her new husband (whatever his name is, and I wouldn't care less if he was now my step-dad) and - swallowing a huge lump that lodge up my throat - cradling a baby boy in her arms.My half blood kin.That thought alone had me fuming, that pent up rage of remembering the abandonment, the lies, for turning the blind eye of the abuse and that bitter taste of resentment slowly edging at the tip of my tongue as I watched her walk towards my bed.As I fixed her a cold gaze, I had to admit that she looked better. Her once dull caramel colored hair was now shiny and vibrant, her soft facial features were beaming with sickening joy. Today she had on jeans, a ruffle collared blouse and had put on minimal
(Bryson's Point of View)Right now, my head hurts like hell.It feels like thousands of Anvils dropped on my head at one go.If this is what Willy Coyote felt when that Anvil dropped on him, then, I feel you bud. Totally feel you.Groaning, I peeled my eyes slowly, blinking furiously to get rid of blurriness. As my vision went back to focus, I found out I was tied to a chair, and more importantly, I was in a room - a very dirty one at that; the walls had grime on it, there was a small window to the far left of the room, across the window was a door with its paint peeling due to aging, and a small, dilapidated table was pushed back to the wall near the window.'Where the hell am I?' I thought, very confused.And then, just like I had been jolted by lightning, I remembered being whacked hard in the head... and that voice...Damn it! That bitch Ciara!When will she get the hint that I don't want anything to do with her now? How much will it take for me to feed sense into that psychotic b
Derek's POVFor the first time in my life, I have never felt so utterly helpless.As a pureblood (a strong and powerful one at that) and the fact that I had lived for so long, I always made sure that whatever life was thrown my way, I took everything in confident strides, but this? When it came to someone so dear to me... who I love with everything that I have in me suffer in pain and there was nothing I can do about it...It is hard... so damn hard not being able to do anything and I loathe myself for it."Ma cherie," I said to Reagan, stroking the side of her face with great delicacy. I was sitting at the edge of her bed, fussing over her like a doting grandma and I could tell she was getting irritated with me. "Please, are you sore everywhere? Does your head hu--""Derek!" Reagan interjected, gritting her teeth. "Will you shut up for a minute? You're worst that a doting grandma."I sighed deeply and went to intertwine my hand with hers, squeezing it lightly. "I can't help it - I'm