Dream and Reality
Violet (Vi)
“The fuck is wrong with you, Eric?” I shouted at the dumb beta, who had the audacity to glare at me. It has been two days and Myra hasn’t come back. It has been two days and Andrew was yet to return. We tried to find her, but it seemed she had vanished into thin air.
“How the hell did you lose control, dude?” Jamie asked, his lips marred with a frown. I had never seen him look so serious before. Brandon brooded beside him. “What are we going to tell Andrew when he comes back?” I shouted. Eric growled, but I was having none of it.
“Your mate has been dead for 5 years and now when you see an omega, you suddenly lose control? And try to force yourself on him?” I repeated my earlier statements. Eric stood up and stood i
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Damian“What did you call me for?” I scowled at the pair. I rest my elbows on my knees as I look at them while they seem to be exchanging a silent conversation which only manages to make me angrier.“I didn’t come here to witness how well you guys silently communicate or admire your living room, you know,” I gritted. I had thought Celie was going to say something important, but when I arrived, Andrew wasn’t there. We waited for him for an hour before he decided to show up. Now, they won’t fucking tell me what they wanted me here for and it has been at least 15 minutes since then.Andrew pins me with a disapproving gaze which I ignore because I wanted to go back dammit. I was oddly getting anxious and feeling that if I didn’t leave here f
MyraThe high of heat had finally subsided. Funnily enough, I felt disappointed more than drained. The week had been long and tiresome; the bedroom permeated with the smell of sex and blood and Damian was more often than not giving me a sultry look. Apart from that, when we deemed it fit to get some air, we stayed out of each other’s space.It wasn’t the most ideal arrangement, but I had to work with it. In this whole week, I have never seen him throw any deceitful comment on me or insult my kind, and a tiny part of my heart felt grateful for that. I avoided saying anything negative either. However, I was becoming anxious as to what our future would hold.In the past few days, Damian had gone out for reasons I had no idea about and he hadn’t bothered to tell me and n
Myra It had been too much for me. I let Akira take over, and we trotted out after Damian left. If he wanted me to beg him to let me stay then he was wrong. But the ache was like a constant reminder of my partial rejection. I focus on the running, the way my legs burned and the way the wind brushed against my fur. The barrier rippled as soon as I dashed in, and heard someone shout my name. My ears perked up and the moment my head swivelled to the direction, a body barrelled into me. I belatedly realized it was Vi. Maybe because of the emotional roller-coaster I had gone through or otherwise, I felt my eyes well up. She continued hugging me as she muttered nonsense under her breath, but I could detect that she was relieved and happy to see me. At least someone was. “Where have you been? Do you k
MyraI shot up, feeling light-headed immediately. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked him in disbelief. He grinned. All teeth as he casually perched on the side of my bed. My gaze flicked to the opened window sill and back to him. “I guess I am entitled to meet my mate even though she ran away,” he replied. His grin was intact on his lips. But his eyes said a whole different story. He was mad.I levelled him with a glare. “Well, someone made it clear that I was only a good fuck.” Damian for his part did not flinch or look remorseful. I don’t even know if he is capable of feeling emotions like these. But he rolled his eyes. “Why do you tend to misinterpret anything I say? Did I tell you that? I said it’s Andrew who wants us to stay apart until things cool down or I have them under control.
Myra“What?” I almost yelled. What the hell is he thinking? Damian quirked an eyebrow. “Why? You were mad because I suggested we live separately and now you are shocked.” He shook his head. “I can never understand what exactly goes through your mind.“If you live here then what will you tell your parents? What will you tell the High queen?” Andrew asked. I gaped at the man in disbelief. Was he considering this option? I can’t imagine what would happen if he started living here. Eric’s face flashed across my mind suddenly and my anxiety intensified.“My parents wouldn’t bother about my whereabouts,” he replied, pulling me out of my thoughts. I felt a slight twinge in my heart when I heard that. The emotion was fami
Myra I stared at the woman who appeared paler than Damian. The woman was looking at my mate in awe, and I am sure that tears would have rolled down her cheeks had she been human. Her silver eyes, however, conveyed more emotions than even a human was capable of. She remained standing at the doorway. I glanced at Damian, whose mouth was slightly agape. “You? Who are you?” he murmured, the almost inaudible question cutting through the silence. He looked intrigued, and that did not sit well. I echoed his question a little loudly. “Yes, who are you?” The woman smiled wanly. “I am…” She blinked and paused. “I am…” Her lips trembled as she leaned against the door frame. I saw Damian step forward, an aborted action as if to help her. I swallowed thickly. Damian’s earlier comments which
MyraI stared at Damian with shock and tried to understand if he was joking. But he looked absolutely serious and slightly troubled, if I daresay. I lowered my gaze. “I hope you are not making fun of me,” I muttered, voicing my doubt nonetheless.“Of course not. Why do you think I gawked at the woman, what was her name? Alex...Alex..”“Alexandra,” I supplied, feeling unreasonable warmth in my heart as he struggled to remember the name of the person whom he had just met not too long ago. I sighed. “So, what do you see?” I asked and maybe in any other case I would have felt weird, sharing something so odd with someone I hardly knew but somehow I didn’t feel like that.Damian
DamianMyra’s words still reverberated in my mind. I spent a restless night, not even going out to hunt. I paced in the room while she said she was going to be training with that girl whose name I have forgotten. If what she dreamed was the same as mine then it must have a reason. I left our room and walked to Andrew’s study. Even though I had said that we should wait, I was becoming restless.As I had hoped, he was in his study and was busy with work. “May I speak with you?” Andrew looked up from the document he was looking at and offered a benign smile. “Sure.” I entered and sat on the couch nearby. Before speaking, I willed the door to shut. This had Andrew’s eyebrows knit into a curve.“Do you know anything more about us than y
{3 years later…} [Myra] The day begins like any other. The castle is now our permanent abode. Every day hasn’t been filled with roses and peaches. There has been a number of ugly attempts of invasion, and there have been attempts at assassination, but somehow we have persevered. I make my way to my office where I know a tonne of paperwork will be waiting. But I sense my mate’s presence instead as I approach my office. As expected, he sits on one of the vacant chairs, flipping through a file. “I thought you needed to leave for another Pack/Nocturnal meeting.” I walk over to him and lean down to kiss him nonetheless. He abandons the file in favour of pulling me on his lap. I loop my arms around his neck and nip his bottom lip. “I did, but the alpha and the luna also want you to be present,” he murmurs against my lips. “Huh? Why?” I ask, pulling away. He shrugs. “I guess you are more popular and amiable than I am. At least that is what Celie reports.” I giggle at that but it i
[Celie] “Looking at him won’t change the inevitable.” I am startled by Andrew’s voice. I am not this oblivious. However, today can be exempted considering the whirlwind of stuff that happened and culminated to this day. I shoot a mild glare at him before turning back to look at the King who will probably be a memory when the sun rises next. “Go bother Alexandra,” I mutter as I lean back on the couch, a glass of deer’s blood in my hand. My taste buds have adjusted to the smell and taste miraculously. Alexandra said that it will take a while before I can go back to having ‘human’ food. I can’t wait. Instead of doing what I suggested and going to Alexandra’s room, he takes a seat beside me. My heart doesn’t flutter but I feel a knot form in my stomach. His presence has always done that. “How do you feel about your new position?” he asks. I shrug. “I’ll manage. I will give Damian a hell of a time.” I am not even kidding. That man will pay for what he did today. Only because today
[Damian] King. The Vampire king. That is what the former King uttered while placing the crown on my head. The weight of the golden crown and the powers seep into my skin as Elder Lana reads the decree, the responsibilities that entail the role. My eyes wander to my parents who look proud, to Melissa who stands grinning and towards my werewolf friends, who smile when our gazes meet. My gaze wanders to my mate, who is more nervous than I am even if she appears to be calm. She stands poised and beautiful. Mine. Possessiveness curls around my dead heart. The echo of these emotions has increased ever since she became my mate. I wonder once again what my earlier self would have felt if he got the chance to become the King. If he was given the chance to rule with his mate? But it is rhetorical, isn’t it? Because we are the same. Myra’s eyes flicker to mine when she senses my gaze on her. Her eyes widen infinitesimally before her cheeks tint pink when she looks at the intent behind my gaz
[Myra]Jamie fills the silence with his non-stop chatter and it is a welcoming respite. Viola sits beside me in companionable silence, occasionally replying to Jamie’s quips with her own retorts and sometimes joking. It’s a short journey and yet it feels stretched out. I feel sweat trickle down the nape of my neck, trickling down the spine. I shift a little and Viola immediately turns her attention towards me. “Should I crank up the AC?” Jamie asks, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I nod. “That would be great.” The make-up is a water-based one so one less worry about sweating away the hard work Viola had done. Out of the blue, another image crosses my mind like a memory long-forgotten. I see the glimpse of a castle at night and realise that Damian and suddenly I realise that what is now Andrew’s mansion, used to be our temporary home centuries ago. My throat closes at the thought. My fingers flex around the handle of a clutch purse. “Are you okay? Your heart is terribly
[Myra] What can an omega dream of in this Supernatural world which strictly follows hierarchy? Maybe finding a mate who is loving, or living a life without being beaten into submission. But becoming a Royal? Becoming a Queen? Maybe not. At least I did not have any such dream. I dreamt of a loving mate, a life free of slavery. But that is not what I got, not at the beginning at least. My parents left me or rather were forced to leave me behind while their lives were sucked out. “What are you thinking?” Violet asks me with a light pat on my shoulder. I blink out of my thoughts and shake my head. It’s nothing serious after all, not anymore. “I swear, this dress was probably waiting for you,” Violet mutters as she straightens whatever crease was still visible even if a little. My gaze flickers back to my reflection — the red gown goes well with my pale skin. The sweetheart neckline and the off-shoulder straps, highlight my collarbone while the cinched corset style of the top makes my
[Celie]“Nope. Not happening,” I shake my head vehemently at the proposition. What the fuck is this senile bloodsucker even saying? Elder Lana or so I reckon looks me up and down like I’m some sort of untouchable and lowly being. They wouldn’t be doing that if they knew how I defeated their revered High Queen. “Why?” Damian counters on behalf of the King. I shoot him an icy look. Does he not get it? I am a newly transformed hybrid and someone who basically destroyed their mental albeit delusional image of a Queen who had never been someone they thought her to be, and he wants me to ask why. They will never accept me even if they comply with the King’s wish. “I think this girl is right, Your Highness,” Elder Elisa says primly, as if it pained her to agree with me. I scoff inwardly. Like I care, asshole. But the King shakes his head, slow but firm. “I have given my verdict. She… defeated the Queen. She saved me… I am grateful to her.” The voice is feeble but sincere, which is why I d
[Myra] I have never seen such mayhem. The covens were either hurling verbal insults at Celie or simply running to get their information across to their Elders. Celie has managed to create a barrier even though she didn’t want to. If I am not wrong, it’s not easy to get hold of Elders. Usually, they either roam different parts of the world after serving their covens or packs or clans, or they simply go incognito which simply means that one won’t get hold of them until they want to. Some still stay back and act as the advisor or are simply there as a helping hand, someone who commands respect. There are a few and I bet the people who have gone, have gone to these few, who crave power, more power and try to keep the leaders of their concerned pack or coven or clan in check. “Bloodsuckers and their stupid dead brains,” Celie muttered, “Oi. You are one of them now,” Damian shoots back without any heat.“As if I wanted to be one,” she retorts and gives Andrew a withering look which the ma
[Celie] I rush out of the throne room. I don’t bother with whoever follows me, too pre-occupied and curios and not to mention basking in sheer joy in knowing that my potions and medicine still work, even though it hasn’t been that long. I am swifter than I used to be which is the only good thing about being a bloodsucker. I can hear multiple footsteps behind me but I don’t bother with them. What is important now is to see the King and what he has to say. When I enter, the King is already sitting up, looking less pale, less like a ball of flesh and bones and more like a vampire albeit too fragile to look menacing. I come to a halt and bow. “Your Highness.” I hear a few begin to whisper as they stand slightly afar, wary but curious. Alexandra and Andrew step forward, creating somewhat of a barrier between the crowd and me. “You did an amazing job,” Andrew says in a low tone, his voice filled with awe.. I ignore his praise and the effect it has on me. “You wanted to speak with me?” I
[Myra] We were near the castle gate; we spotted Kaia at the gate and it was like déjà vu as she came running towards us. “Everything is a mess!” “What happened?” Damian asks. “Celie was treating the King after I brought her the ingredients required. But then someone barged into the room and, looking at the king, they began to call the others. Everyone thinks that we are bluffing, and the King is still in that same state. We exchange a worried glance before hurrying towards the Queen’s chambers and I can only gape at the sight as I spot Andrew and Alexandra standing guard, their expressions menacing while a vampire, Caleb I think leers, “Oh c’mon, you want us to believe that this is the dead King? That shrivelled up thing?” Another she-vampire, agrees in a nasal tone, “He is right. You can’t really feed us such bullshit. Why did you get the news and we did not? And why should we believe you without proof?” I glance at Damian and find him looking pissed at the hubbub. We are ab