Damian
I think Celie was actually surprised to hear my voice. “I heard what Ryan told me and I will see what I can do to stave off this suspicion. And by the way, I am calling you to tell you that the memory lock of yours isn’t working. It’s more harmful than you had imagined, so I am staying back at Ivy Ville where Myra and I think I will show my face to her.” I didn’t mean to sound accusing or annoyed at Celie’s methods but at the moment it was becoming difficult to not to do so.
I heard her sigh. “Did she have any attack or something?”
“She did. Apparently I left my ring at her place and I don’t even remember when which I guess triggered her memory or something else I don’t know but her friend Violet showed me the ring which Andrew had given me before.” I was basically stating what I suspec
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Damian Vi shot daggers at me, warning me silently that if I turned, there would be consequences. I wanted to challenge her, but I was strangely hesitant. What if something happened to her if I turned? But then again, she would be in a bad state without me as well and wouldn’t be able to go on for much longer. “Just a patrol guard,” Violet muttered as she walked past me, giving me a sidelong glare before walking up to her friend. “Let’s go. I am starving.” I could hear the feeble protest of Myra , inquisitive as ever, but Violet herded her away. “You shouldn’t have come outside in this weather,” I heard Violet scold her mildly. “It’s not a problem,” Myra replied and soon their voices turned fainter until they were almost incoherent to my ears. I remained standing where I had been for a long time, like a coward, dumbass who couldn’t even face his
Myra “Violet…” I mumbled tentatively but her angry gaze was not on me but on Damian. I was keenly aware of his hand on my waist, the icy touch a constant reminder of the closeness and the heated moment we just shared before getting interrupted. I felt a dull ache behind my eyes. Violet got up and yanked me hard. I would have almost collided with her and gotten free from Damian’s hold had he not been holding my waist in a vice-like grip. What happened was my forehead bumped into his chest and I was completely encircled in his hold. I tried to pull away but he didn’t let me. I couldn’t see where he was looking but it was definitely at Violet. “You are misunderstanding me,” he murmured. “Oh really? Well, where the fuck am I makin
Myra Damian’s words echoed in my mind. I stared at the vacant space left by him, hardly registering Vi’s soothing and comforting words. But all I could think of was how his bloodthirst, a terrible decision of escaping the coming-of-age ceremony had ruined my whole life. But why then….did I remember a woman’s voice, the Queen’s voice and that of another man? I brushed off those thoughts. These questions were useless now because I had found the culprit who had killed my parents. “Myra….Myra.” I turned to Vi, mechanically. Her eyes were clouded with worry, her lips downturned in a frown. “Do you want me to inform Andrew? Do you want to go?” But this was supposed to be a retreat, no? I wanted to say but all that came out of my mouth was a choked, and garbled noise. I slumped against my friend and belatedly realized that I was sobbing.
Myra Eric approached me with purposeful steps. I thought he would stop at some distance, but to my utter surprise and astonishment, he didn’t and instead, engulfed me in a hug. I was frozen for a couple of seconds, trying to process what he was trying, why he was hugging me and then all of a sudden, Akira awakened, and I came to my senses. “What the hell are you doing?” With all my strength, I shoved and broke free, stumbling backwards in the process. His hands fell to his side. He masked the hurt quite quickly and said, “Why do you think? I am lurking in a different territory and risking my neck for you. Andrew might have kicked me out, but I can’t leave you just like that. You are my mate. I can’t leave you to some… bloodsucker.” When I had first met Eric, I had a different im
DamianI stared at her as she looked at me with the same smug expression which she usually reserves for the Mages and Witches who come to the court for her assistance. The phantom emotion called anger gripped my dead heart. I frowned. “What are you talking about?” I knew that feigning innocence will not be a good thing but might as well try.She folded her arms and put on a thoughtful expression on her face. She steepled her fingers and hooked her chin on the interlocked fingers, pretending, yes pretending to be thoughtful.“You know, Damian, I have been walking on this earth longer than you. I have information and proof.” I clenched my jaw. She wouldn’t buy it. The stare down went on for a long time before I averted my gaze. “Well. yes…Yes,
CelieThe smell in the dungeon was the worst kind of unpleasant. Pungent, dirty and dark, everything that I hated. I knew prisons were supposed to be a place that would only make the culprit regret and repent, but this was on a whole different level. The cell in which I was shoved was dingy, spiders crawled from one wall to another. The wall itself looked like it would come down any moment, maybe too tired to uphold its duty, like me. I found the cleanest space, which was not devoid of mould. I drew my knees to my chest, encircled my arms around them. My gaze settled on the constantly dripping water from the ceiling, I don’t know where this water was coming from though.Staying in a prison wasn’t something I was unused to. I was acquainted with small rooms and enclosed spaces. I was used to starving and being threatened. The Queen might
MyraI gaped like a fish out of water. The revelation should have been crashing like a tumultuous wave on the shore but it came like a gentle tide caressing the sand and retreating. I felt someone’s arm around my shoulder and I was grateful for that because I feared that my knees might just buckle. Amidst all the rejection and then spiraling down with Withdrawal, I had completely forgotten about my dreams. The ones that were more like nightmares, the ones that kept me wide awake, the ones that…Damian had experienced as well. “You must have known in your heart that these dreams were not normal.” Andrew shook his head in dismay. “I explained it all to Damian but then…” The last time Damian was here before everything went topsy turvy was before the High Queen had arrived. I pressed my lips together, restraining myself from saying something harsh. Andrew’s eyes were still like the abyss, dark and hollow. His cheeks had sunken and as he steepled his fingers and rested them
[Myra] “I want to go to the Castle.” I barged into Andrew’s room after failing to find him in the study, halting when I realised that I walked in on an intimate moment. Alexandra sprang up and had she been a mortal, then she would have blushed beet red. “I apologise for the intrusion,” I murmured, lowering my gaze. My ears felt hot. It felt like walking in on your parents. Andrew sat up and righted his shirt. “You should be. And to answer your demand, No, you won’t go to the Castle. If you want to live, if you want Damian to live then that will be the best option.” He left no room for arguments. I peered at him, fidgeting with the letter that I had forgotten to leave back in my room. I had yet to let each word in the letter sink in. Even though I was angry at Damian still, for walking away after he divulged the truth behind my parents’ death, I was worried for him. Alexandra murmured, “I’ll see what I can do about your medicine..” Andrew’s eyes were still like twin black abysses
{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