Sya's POV
(2 months later)
“Hannah please! I've already told you, I’m getting a bad feeling about this,” I mumbled, scratching my arm.
She frowned. “I don't care. We're doing this and you're not saying no.”
“But I'm scared!” I wailed.
“Oh, come on. It’ll be alright I promise,” Edi said, pulling up the sleeves of his checkered shirt.
Last week, I'd told Hannah about what John and Helena had done to my parents. She'd gone into shock for a few minutes before insisting we get them arrested.
“You know we can't get them arrested without proof,” I'd told her. “You're the daughter of a lawyer you should know.”
She'd groaned before grinning. “We'll get proof. The scars on your body. And we’ll have to get a recording of their confession. Dad will take your case don't worry.”
After that, there was no stopping her. She’d roped in Edison and the dumb and dumber duo were forcing me t
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Hannah's POV: Sya had been doing pretty well, cursing at the people who deserved to be cursed. Even though I'm not a fan of cursing, they deserved every second of it. I stood at the doorway, focusing my camera on what had been going on inside. Since they were all so focused on arguing, they didn’t notice me recording everything. I couldn't believe it worked! My plan had worked. That airhead John had spilled everything the moment he'd been instigated. His police connections weren’t going to get him or his stupid mother out of this one either. Because my Dad had deeper connections than this moron could ever have had by living as a thug. As soon as she hit him, I ran inside, holding my knife up high. “Don't you dare touch her!” Helena looked shocked to see me and I knew she was worried about me being a potential witness. I pulled Sya away from John when we all heard something fall upstairs.
Sya's POV: (6 months later) "One minute! I'm coming!” I shouted before taking a last glance at myself in the mirror. My outfit for today was kind of cute. I was wearing a pretty jean jumpsuit and white sneakers. All bought with my own money. I grabbed my bag and rushed outside. Hannah was standing at the door with an angry, impatient look on her face, tapping her foot against the hard floor and glancing at her watch frequently. When I closed the door
Kane's POV: Everything is meaningless! Nothing can fill the emptiness of my heart! I have cut myself a thousand times but the damn cut heals in less than 20 seconds. Stupid vampire healing. I haven't hunted since she left me. Maybe if I die, the pain will finish. I will not have to deal with this emptiness and regret then. My soul hurts with the thought of her hating me or her getting hurt because of me. I regretted every moment of the night I rejected her. And every moment I spent thinking staying apart from her was better for me. I knew that her reaction would be extreme when she knows I had rejected her. But I never expected that she would never want to see me again. For a month, two months, now eight months. More than half a year had gone by since she'd run out of this house, completely shattered. There must be a way to kill myself. Bryson would never kill me and
Sya's POV: (7 years later) I eyed myself in the mirror for the hundredth time yet still not satisfied with my look for the night. I was wearing a long white frock with a floral print over. The dress was pretty but it clung to my swollen belly like a second skin. I wasn't done when two arms wrapped themselves around my waist and gently caressed my swollen tummy. "What is my love and my baby doing?" Said a husky voice that never failed to send shivers of pleasure through my heart. It was, of course, my husband Kane. After I was done with college and established myself as an Artificial Intelligence assistant at a private organization and had my fun making friendly robots with my bosses for a year, he proposed to me. And let me tell you, it was the most magical proposal any girl could ever get! I said yes right away and we married without any drama whatsoever. I mentioned that because Bryson had to go thr
Maleficent's P.O.V: "Mel! Hurry up, honey! Aunt Stella and Uncle Edi are here!" Mom shouted from downstairs. My heart thumped with excitement. I gave my dress one last look as I twirled in front of my full mirror. It was a simple half-white dress with small floral patterns on it. It reached my mid-thigh, hugging my figure. The fabric felt soft and smooth against my thighs as I twirled once in front of the mirror. It was a gift from dad for today. I would finally turn 18th today and I could barely hold my excitement. Why excited you ask? I could finally find my mate now. It was something that I had always fantasized about while growing up as I listened to my parents' love story. Dad would always tell me how Mom is his love of the life, his mate, and how they made it together through hard times. It always made me wonder how it would feel to have someone who exclusively made for you and only for you? Who is supposed to love you al
**A group of teenage boys was walking down the road. There were six of them. Each having had great fun from the party they just presented to their dear friend, Kane, on his eighteenth birthday that night. They were all returning home after having spent a marvelous time together. Their friendship was something special. They were best friends, more like brothers. But no one knew what was going to happen in the next moment.It was about midnight and the route back to their home was quiet and deserted. However, they had nothing to worry about as long as they were together. They were laughing and cracking stupid jokes at each other when a man in a black hood suddenly appeared in front of them. They were startled by the sudden appearance of the stranger.The boys glanced at each other, a sense of fear gnawing at their hearts. "Hey, man! Do you need any help?" After much hesitation, Sandy, the eldest one of the boys stepped towards
Sya's P.O.V:"Hey! Get up you dumbass!"I felt someone poking the side of my head while shaking my shoulder violently.I don't want to wake up. I slept just a few hours ago. Maybe I slept for three hours?When the shaking didn't stop, I waved my hand in annoyance."Go away!" I said, irritated from the constant disturbance but boy was I wrong? The disturbance only turned into a thunderstorm."Sya Summers, what the fuck did you just say?!" On hearing my full name, I bolted up on my bed and the sheets fell on the floor. There stood my aunt Helena. She was glaring at me with her furious blue eyes as I squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. She had blonde hair, which was above her shoulders, a lean figure, and beautiful features if she would stop ducking her face in the cake.Note the sarcasm, please.A fierce frown was apparent on her face. "S-sorry aunt Helena! I-I was-- I didn't realize I w
Kane's POV:I was standing in my room, watching the colorful horizon from where the sun was rising. I isolated myself a long time ago or more precisely since the night I rejected my mate. Nothing interested me anymore and neither did I let anything near enough to cause attraction.I walked, stumbling into Stella's house, which was a small cottage in the middle ofthe forest."Stella, I-I need-your help!" I choked out, sobbing from the immense pain that was piercing my heart. Itwas unbearable now. I had clutched the spotwhere my heart was supposed to be, looking like a total mess. When she appeared from a room, I tried to walk towards her. Keyword; tried. When I took a step forward, the last shred of my strength collapsed and I fell to the floor. She ran towards me with a worried expression and kneeled in front of me."Wh-What happened, Kane? Why are you like this? What happened?!" She asked, worried at my miserable state.
Maleficent's P.O.V: "Mel! Hurry up, honey! Aunt Stella and Uncle Edi are here!" Mom shouted from downstairs. My heart thumped with excitement. I gave my dress one last look as I twirled in front of my full mirror. It was a simple half-white dress with small floral patterns on it. It reached my mid-thigh, hugging my figure. The fabric felt soft and smooth against my thighs as I twirled once in front of the mirror. It was a gift from dad for today. I would finally turn 18th today and I could barely hold my excitement. Why excited you ask? I could finally find my mate now. It was something that I had always fantasized about while growing up as I listened to my parents' love story. Dad would always tell me how Mom is his love of the life, his mate, and how they made it together through hard times. It always made me wonder how it would feel to have someone who exclusively made for you and only for you? Who is supposed to love you al
Sya's POV: (7 years later) I eyed myself in the mirror for the hundredth time yet still not satisfied with my look for the night. I was wearing a long white frock with a floral print over. The dress was pretty but it clung to my swollen belly like a second skin. I wasn't done when two arms wrapped themselves around my waist and gently caressed my swollen tummy. "What is my love and my baby doing?" Said a husky voice that never failed to send shivers of pleasure through my heart. It was, of course, my husband Kane. After I was done with college and established myself as an Artificial Intelligence assistant at a private organization and had my fun making friendly robots with my bosses for a year, he proposed to me. And let me tell you, it was the most magical proposal any girl could ever get! I said yes right away and we married without any drama whatsoever. I mentioned that because Bryson had to go thr
Kane's POV: Everything is meaningless! Nothing can fill the emptiness of my heart! I have cut myself a thousand times but the damn cut heals in less than 20 seconds. Stupid vampire healing. I haven't hunted since she left me. Maybe if I die, the pain will finish. I will not have to deal with this emptiness and regret then. My soul hurts with the thought of her hating me or her getting hurt because of me. I regretted every moment of the night I rejected her. And every moment I spent thinking staying apart from her was better for me. I knew that her reaction would be extreme when she knows I had rejected her. But I never expected that she would never want to see me again. For a month, two months, now eight months. More than half a year had gone by since she'd run out of this house, completely shattered. There must be a way to kill myself. Bryson would never kill me and
Sya's POV: (6 months later) "One minute! I'm coming!” I shouted before taking a last glance at myself in the mirror. My outfit for today was kind of cute. I was wearing a pretty jean jumpsuit and white sneakers. All bought with my own money. I grabbed my bag and rushed outside. Hannah was standing at the door with an angry, impatient look on her face, tapping her foot against the hard floor and glancing at her watch frequently. When I closed the door
Hannah's POV: Sya had been doing pretty well, cursing at the people who deserved to be cursed. Even though I'm not a fan of cursing, they deserved every second of it. I stood at the doorway, focusing my camera on what had been going on inside. Since they were all so focused on arguing, they didn’t notice me recording everything. I couldn't believe it worked! My plan had worked. That airhead John had spilled everything the moment he'd been instigated. His police connections weren’t going to get him or his stupid mother out of this one either. Because my Dad had deeper connections than this moron could ever have had by living as a thug. As soon as she hit him, I ran inside, holding my knife up high. “Don't you dare touch her!” Helena looked shocked to see me and I knew she was worried about me being a potential witness. I pulled Sya away from John when we all heard something fall upstairs.
Sya's POV (2 months later) “Hannah please! I've already told you, I’m getting a bad feeling about this,” I mumbled, scratching my arm. She frowned. “I don't care. We're doing this and you're not saying no.” “But I'm scared!” I wailed. “Oh, come on. It’ll be alright I promise,” Edi said, pulling up the sleeves of his checkered shirt. Last week, I'd told Hannah about what John and Helena had done to my parents. She'd gone into shock for a few minutes before insisting we get them arrested. “You know we can't get them arrested without proof,” I'd told her. “You're the daughter of a lawyer you should know.” She'd groaned before grinning. “We'll get proof. The scars on your body. And we’ll have to get a recording of their confession. Dad will take your case don't worry.” After that, there was no stopping her. She’d roped in Edison and the dumb and dumber duo were forcing me t
Sya's POV “This won't budge either,” Hannah groaned, trying to pull out the tiny window. “It's no use. The window’s too small for us to climb out anyway,” I told her, sitting down on one of the empty cartons. She sat down next to me and sighed. “I'm worried. Why haven't the guys come yet?” I wanted to answer her but I felt so weak. It was like my body was slowly beginning to shut down on its own. “Sya? You okay?” Hannah asked, concern coating her voice. I nodded but fell to the ground anyway. She sat down next to me, holding my hand. “Sya! Hang on a bit in there please!” I nodded. “It's okay. I'm a bit dizzy that's all.” I sat up straighter, thumping my head to clear my blurred vision a bit. It worked. A knock at the door called our attention. “Hannah? Sya? You guys in there?” a female voice asked. “Stella!” Hannah cried, quickly running over to the door. “We're in here!”
Kane's POV The car ride to the place Stella told me about was a blur of madness. Hannah had forced herself inside before Bryson could stop her and demanded she be taken to the place her best friend was being forcefully kept in. Both I and her boyfriend told her not to go, as it would put her in danger but she refused to listen. Her persistence was both understandable and stupid. Understandable because her best friend had been kidnapped and stupid because she had no idea who we were dealing with. But I didn't tell her. It was Bryson's place to spill his secret. Hence, the four of us traveled to the far end of the woods, where an old, abandoned torture tower was located. Stella had traced Sya to the basement of this place. I stopped a little away and turned around to the girls. “Stella, you know what to do right? Me and Bryson takedown Elijah and his minions. You and Hannah stay hidden.” They nodded and we got out. Night
Sya's POV: I sneezed for the 20th time since Elijah had brought me here. I had no idea how long that was either but it felt like years already. I couldn't tell if it was day or night outside because there was only a tiny window in this moldy room and it didn't even show the sky. Just the tunnel to the sewers. My throat was dry, I never got to eat my cheeseburger and a loon was keeping me here by force, seeking something from my boyfriend. Speaking of whom, I did have enough time to think about the fact that Kane was a vampire. And I realized, I was pretty okay with it. I was kind of put off about the fact that he never told me but I guess it was never easy to reveal something as big as this to the person your heart was bound to. His heart was mine. He had no choice but to love me. And I felt drawn to him too. No, not just drawn, I loved him with my everything. He was the first person to love me. The first person to hold my h