After Enoch's words, everyone relaxed a little, lowered down their fighting guards a little, seeing the stranger in their midst in a new light. He was only a messenger, notwithstanding that he had just killed the guards of the palace. Raul wondered how many of his guards had fallen, how many of his people had fallen, how many would fall if the other delegates were roaming around his pack. Already, he had sent information to his beta and Seth through the mind link. He was yet to get a response from them. He has never been this glad about the sliver that Vee had put in Seth like now. His former gamma who would be reinstated if Jeremy left, had the powers of Vee at his disposal should a situation call for it. Raul forced himself to relax, to not give off his restlessness in front of the master vampire. He knew that the latter was seeing them all through the puppet's eyes. "Greetings to the group…" The messenger started, folding his arms across his chest, his voice a hoarse filth that
When the vampire tainted man fell to the ground, Raul first thought that the vampire had left the man after his message, that maybe the vampire had seen the answer he wanted on Jeremy's face until he had heard a grunt, Ron's grunt, as if the latter was standing, as if the latter was stressing to breath and walk, yet he knew the man was on the floor, unmoving. That piece of fact was right before his eyes. It was then his eyes searched out Vee who he knew, from Olivera's stories had the power to create illusions. He saw Vee still sitting where he had been all this while, and the latter didn't look surprised, or unreal. "Vee…" The Vee looked at him, just as he heard an answer echo in the hallway. Right before his eyes, the Vee in front of him dissolved to nothing. Jeremy gasped in surprise, but the ancients didn't seem to be fazed by this matter. "He's good, I have to admit. I can see why they had been chosen, created, to guard the Queens." He heard the Prince say, right at the same
She awoke with a start.Taking down her hands which had been earlier wrapped around her torso, to the floor as a support system, she sat upright; wincing sharply as pain shot through every nook and cranny of her entire being. What had happened? She thought, as she took in a deep breath. The air was stale and clammy.''Where am I?'' She muttered, taking a scan of the entire dark space with her tired eyes. She could tell that it was a windowless room, too stuffy and stale, too dark too; she couldn't see much except the little illumination proferred by a soft glow which was cast by the few rays of light coming in from small creaks on an iron door. But she didn't understand how she had gotten here.''What am I doi…''"Oh God!" She shrieked, jerking up her head, as memories of past events assailed her head in hot pursuit.She bent her head down in agony, rubbing her
Olivera's POV:My breathing was steady now, my seizures miraculously over, even with the evil hulk of a man standing before me. Jeremy was alive. And it was all that mattered."Your mate eh." I heard the man mutter, with a devilish smile. "This would be fun". He added, before walking out of the dimmed room.I shuddered unconsciously at his words which had an evil forebrooding, before scampering towards Jeremy. He was bent over, writhing on the floor.What did they do to him? I thought, blinking away tears from my eyes.He would heal, surely. He had a wolf, unlike me. I concluded, consoling myself."Jeremy.." I muttered, when I got to him.Raising up his head gingerly, I placed it on my laps."I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jeremy." I kept muttering, not concerned about the pool of tears threatening to drop from my eyes.
Olivera's POV:There was a girl. She looked like me. Well, a more beautiful version of me with a golden crest on her left arm. And she was with a guy, a handsome, scratch that; a very beautiful, very tall man with the right mouth watering physique. They were in a very beautiful garden. And they were kissing. I couldn't see the man's features well, only from behind. But I was very sure about the girl. Was she my twin? I do not know. I would have to ask my mum. I thought as I stared at them.Then, a loud bang caused the imagery to dissipate, caused a slight tugging on my eyelids and then I fell into oblivion."Olivera.." I heard Jeremy call, but it was distant.But then he called again, this time, I felt my hands being tapped, once, then twice; till I recovered from my numb state.I opened my eyes, and it came in contact with Jeremy's blue ones."Were you dream
Jeremy's POV:I became frantic, watching Olivera heave in and out, slowly but loudly, shaking violently as she held my arms for support."Where are your drugs?" I asked, tapping her pockets frenziedly.But she couldn't say anything, she was slipping into an unconscious state, and it was driving me crazy. This wasn't good at all for our stay here.I looked up ahead, the man was still walking, not aware that the people he was leading to God-knows-where weren't behind him."Vera, do you want me dead?" I asked, trying to implore a tactic which had just popped up in my head. It might be seen as emotional blackmail; but I didn't care at this point. I just wanted her back to her normal self.But it didn't work. She was still shaking."Hey!"I heard the man call, and soughed. We were really in trouble. I thought, holding her
Author's POV:The sun was totally out in its full capacity, shining like it was warring against the city and its inhabitants when Olivera and her best friend, Jeremy, walked tiredly into an open field filled with a large amount of bricks and sand, and of course, labourers."I'm thirsty." Olivera muttered, wiping off bead of sweats from her forehead. She could also feel a pool of sweat at her armpit and chest region. She needed water, to drink and to swim. She needed to cool off."We will find water soon, perhaps from the man." Jeremy replied, swallowing his spittle to quench a growing thirst. He hadn't even be sure of his words. He just wanted to make her hopeful. A hopeless Olivera was not needed now."Okay. What are they doing?" She asked, referring to the labourers working their strength out in the field."Seems they are building something." Jeremy noted, citing the throng of
Olivera's POV: I soughed for the umpteenth time as I trailed behind the strange man tiredly. Are we really going to another part of the earth? I thought, feeling very jaded from all the walk. I was sure we have been walking for three hours. I knew it's a total exaggeration, but c'mon it felt like ages, and I was very thirsty. "Stop whining. We would soon be there." The man said suddenly, startling me to a halt. Does he read minds? I questioned myself, staring at the back of the man's head like I could see through it. He was still walking, not turning back even for a second. "Be fast. The earlier, the better." He added, still walking, looking straight ahead. I shrugged off the creepiness, and followed him, deciding to ask him some questions. He had been quite lenient with me; and I didn't think it would hurt to prey on that. "Hello...I don’t know your name. could you tell me?" I asked, gathering strength from an unknown reserve to keep up the walk. I was sure he wouldn't carry me