"Do you have theses seizures frequently?" Nick asked Olivera, touching her forehead by the back of his palm. She was burning up. He had to give her some herbs to take back to the cell, incase it got worse. He didn't want her developing a strong fever when the Alpha comes to look for her the next day. It wouldn't look good. It wasn't advisable either. His Alpha was unpredictable, unpredictable and wicked. It was better she was up and bouncing in good health."Not really. It happens now only when I'm really upset." Olivera replied, face down, knowing the next question that the doctor would ask her. It always started with the 'do you have?' and then boom, she had to confess a mighty secret of hers. She had never thought of lying to cover up, because it wasn't a matter she was able to hide forever."Isn't your wolf supposed to stop that?" He asked, and she sighed. Couldn't she be wrong for once? She thought, taking her lips in, her long hair fanning and shading her face from his gaze the
When Olivera was done telling the water downed version of her life, her eyes were misty. Remembering and speaking all that had gotten her swamped with self pity. She was even surprised that the tears weren't running unbidden down her cheek already. She sniffed seconds later as she took in the stillness of the atmosphere. She was unsure about the silence that reined in the sitting room for the second time. Won't he say anything? She thought, referring to Nick.Doesn't he have anything to say after this her so long a story?After some beats of waiting for his gentle voice, she slowly pushed back her hair which was shading her face to the back, and raised her eyes, to stare keenly at him.Her eyebrows furrowed as she noted that his face was sketched with pity and pure sorrow that almost broke her heart.Was a Pack doctor always this emotional? She mused within her, still looking at him. He was gazing at the floor as if it held some answers to deep questions.She didn't think her earlier
Olivera inhaled deeply, after some minutes must have passed, making up her mind."I promise." She stated, feeling confident already. She had to follow his advice if she wanted to survive. Oh, how much she wanted to. She wasn't sure of how long, but she wanted to. She wanted to at least try. After all, none of her pack members were here. The people here don't know her. They didn't know the former her. It should be easy to put up a facade. She couldn't wait to talk this out with Jeremy. She needed his soothing voice. She needed his encouragement."Beautiful. You will be okay. I promise" Nick ethused, vowing within himself to protect her at all cost. It still amazed him how the girl had managed to worm her way into his heart in just a day, without even doing anything spectacular to gain his attention or pity.She nodded."Thank you so much." She said, tapping softly with her left hand, his left hand which had enveloped and warmed her right hand all these while which was resting in his la
Nick looked at the silent interactions between Olivera and Leonard and smiled.Better they had met each other, without having a bad rapoor. It would make the upcoming journey easier, and his worries deeply taken care of."We should get going then." Leonard stated.Ever straight to the point. Nick mused, gesturing Olivera to get up. It was time to go back. He was going to miss her.Olivera nodded, before picking up the bag which contained food from the floor first, slinging it on her shoulder. She didn't want to forget it. Even though, she knew she wouldn't. Who forgets food?But before she could carry the bag which carried the clothes, Leonard intercepted her."Don't worry about that. I will carry it." He said, carrying the not-so-heavy bag in his right hand, before motioning that she should take the lead.All the while, communicating with Nick telepathically (mind link). The latter had told him everything the Beta had mentioned when he had come that night.It seems that his work of p
Leonard was reclining on the outside walls when Olivera stepped out of the slaves house, firmly holding the bag which was slung on her shoulders like it might fall off the next minute."Finally..." He muttered, standing up straight, and walking off in the direction of the second field, expecting the amused Olivera to follow him."Are you okay?" Olivera asked, now walking side by side with him, after almost running to meet up with him few minutes earlier.Leonard soughed. She must have noticed his discomfort.Not trusting himself not to snap at her, he hummed a positive reply, hoping that she wouldn't push further with her queries till they got to her cell.Olivera bit her tongue to keep from talking as she heard Leonard's reply. She knew something was up with him, but she also knew that he didn't want to talk about it. He would prefer she kept quiet. And keep quiet, she will. She decided, allowing silence to rein around them. They walked wordlessly through the second field to the hil
"Be careful Leonard." Francis growled, letting his hands fall away from the girl's waist. How could Leonard talk to him like that in front of his sex slave?Did he want to fight? Olivera thought, feeling the surge of fear in her guts. She almost pleased with her companion to apologize but for his next statement."Be careful Leonard..." Leonard mimicked, shaking his head side to side in a funny way (unknown to him though), that Olivera let out a giggle, before she could stop herself."Did you just laugh at me?" Francis thundered, pushing the slave girl away from him, before taking mighty steps towards Leonard and her.Olivera felt her breath seize, as she watched Francis saunter towards them. She could already sense her body quaking; a promising onset of a seizure attack.But she managed to calm herself down, remembering Nick's words. She had to act brave even if she was feeling completely opposite that. She couldn't afford the others knowing too about her seizures attacks. They will s
Opening the prison door, a short smile slithered across Olivera’s lips, brightening her facial features which had been subjected to inconsistent emotions intermittently since the night had begun. Jeremy was awake. He was sitting down, his knees up, a balance platform for his hands which were dancing on each other; and he was smiling up at her.He had been waiting for her, and it pleased her no small deal.“Olivera…” He called, standing up from the ground more quickly than she would have thought. Shouldn’t he be tired from the day’s work? Although she had been absent from the fields;the pack doctor had given her an earfull on the workings of the entire slave klatsch. Her soul had reached out to Jeremy even then. That had been the the second reason why she had stocked the food in the bag for him(the first been that he was her best friend); to replenish his strength for the next batch of work tomorrow.She watched as he paused in his movements. She had braced herself for a hug already.S
Jeremy’s eyes fastened on the plate of food which Olivera stretched out to him whilst his mind processed the information he had just gotten. Despite his warranted curioristy, it was obvious to any unseen force out there that the young lad was hungry.Accepting the food with a grateful nod, he took one of the spoons which was laid out before him, and dug in, deciding to talk while he ate.But Olivera shut him up with a raise of her index finger when he tried to broach the topic again.“I will tell you everything when you are done eating.” She replied, before beginning to consume food too in a smaller plastic plate.“Is this food fom him? You know, a guy has to know where the source of food is from…you know…to prevent…” He was saying but Olivera was having none of it.“Jeremy, shut up and eat. If you are not satisfied with the food, or you think it is poisioned, then be my guest and drop the plate down. You know what, give me that plate…” She demanded, stretching out her hand to collect
When they clambered to the surface of the ground, away from the lab, the girls breathed in relief, freed from the nightmares they had been subjected to for years. It was then that Olivera took a blood bag from the polythene in her arms, feeling better in the night hair, and took a sip, wary of how the blood would taste. She had heard Jacob talking about the heady feeling, worse if it came from an ancient. But it still hadn’t prepared her for the kick of pleasure. She found herself moaning as she greedily drank the blood, until she drained the bag. When she was done, she looked at the others. They were staring at her with unexplainable emotions on their faces. At least it wasn’t disgust. Olivera thought with a shrug, before handing the bag over to Miriam. When her friend hesitated in collecting it, she piqued an eyebrow. “You want to do the dismantling of the structure, without alerting the soldiers?” Miriam huffed, and took the bag. As much as she had great magic, she didn’t want
The first thing Olivera saw when she stepped into the hole where the passageway stopped was the largeness of the space, which could contain more than five thousand people. Then she saw the tubes, the boiling liquids and the lab rats. A modern lab.‘Where are you?’ She asked the girl, needing to get out of here; it was making her nauseous. Ten more minutes here, and she might be vomiting all over the place. And there was the fact that she didn’t know when the soldiers would be waking up. ‘At the far end of the cave…’Olivera nodded as if the girl was speaking to her physically. And gesturing with her head, for Miriam to follow her, she sauntered toward the end of the hall, making sure not to look at the tubes housing different organs and parts of an organism. What the hell! She screamed mentally when she saw a full brain at a table which looked like a butchering table. “Oh, my god…what are they doing here?” She heard Miriam ask beside her and sighed. Whose brain was that? A human
Miriam’s heart pounded erratically as she followed Olivera, who seemed very confident on what she was doing, and on where she was going. Three times she thought of grabbing Olivera and walking away from the region, but she also knew it would have been a futile attempt. Her friend’s mind was already made up. She watched as the latter walked past the last barrack, and stopped by a pole, the only pole in the backyard. Behind it were the gates towering them. They have come to a dead end. “Olivera, there is nothing here? Are you sure this girl is real?” Olivera gave Miriam no answer, instead she concentrated on looking around her, waiting for the signal. When she got nothing, she traced the vibration residue, touching the girl’s mind. A jerk in her mind path told her that the girl was surprised she had breached her mind guards. But should she be surprised? Or was something else at play here? ‘Where next should I go?’ She continued, because she knew she was at the right place, that t
“How are we getting past that?” Olivera asked Miriam as they came to stand before a huge gate that towered many feet over them. She could now see why Miriam had wanted the journey to be done in the privacy of the night. As much as she could see—as they had zapped to this point—this area wasn’t open to the city dwellers, only to the special few. She looked around her again. Barracks with soldiers sleeping within. None was even standing guard at the gates. She didn’t believe such a thing would exist at this time. City gates. Where did it lead? She piqued an eyebrow when Miriam smirked. What was the latter thinking? “As if you don’t already know…which other way, if not by mist…there is no way I am climbing that. I don’t think I am ready to fly with you above it…” Miriam spoke, covering the distance between them, and wrapping her arms around Olivera, her mouth fixed in a pout. Olivera shook her head, yet unable to stop the smile that cascaded her lips. It seemed that her friend was g
A knock woke Olivera up from her deep slumber. After bathing and eating off the snacks she had bought earlier in the day, from the shops in the new city, she had fallen like a log of wood to the bed, and hadn’t even stirred after that. Still groggy from the smooth sleep, she let her hand search for her phone which was the only thing that had gone to bed with her, should Miriam call for her. She peered at the screen. It was one in the morning. It was time then. She yawned like a hyena, causing Miriam to chuckle from behind the door. The chuckle dissipated the remaining fog fostering around her head. Taking a deep breath in, she stood up from the bed, flung a sheet around her naked body, and walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw that Miriam was alone, and carrying a tray of steaming food. “You are a lifesaver.” She muttered, opening the door wider for her friend to come in; the rumbling sounds that emitted from her stomach in agreement with her. Miriam chuckled again, an
“Where are we heading next?” Olivera asked Miriam immediately they stepped out of the borders of the town, into a city sprawling with people. After they had left the males who had tried to detain them because of her eating habits, they had walked to the largest building in the town, because if Clooney was a big name, it was probably because the man was rich. They hadn’t been right in their deduction, but they had at least gotten away from the unsettling males. Olivera had taken her friend behind the building, and had quickly switched to her mist form, turning Miriam into the same, and together they had zapped the remainder of the city without stopping, till they were out of it, till they were in a new one which looked more modernized than the previous. She looked at Miriam, who was staring at the city with artificial skylights, and wondered if her friend had ever been here before. “I never get over the culture shock, you know, seeing the drabness of the town we just left. The cont
What now? Olivera thought, looking at the six males that couldn’t be a year older than twenty five years old. What were they doing in front of her? “State your names, and what you are doing in this town…” The male, slightly in front of the others, spoke with a steel voice, causing Olivera and Miriam to exchange furtive glances. What was going on?There was a minute hesitation before Olivera spoke. “I am Darcy. My friend is Lilian. Who are you?” She patted herself mentally for names well cooked and delivered. Darcy and Lilian? How had she come up with those seemingly true names? She watched the male that had just spoken, looked to his comrades behind him, and judged that he was the leader of this small group. Were they the police? She looked at them again. They didn’t look like the police. Vigilantes? Maybe. But why were there vigilantes in the town? She kept a seal on her thoughts when the male returned her attention to her. “My name is Luke, and these are my associates. Our job is
“We will kill him right?” Miriam asked, as they stepped out of the camp, and turned around to look at it again, reliving what they had seen in there. “We need to. He is evil. Why will a sane man work with a vampire? Is he crazy?” Olivera just couldn’t understand the foolishness, no matter how much she tried. Why would one make a deal with an almost eternal wickedness? Had he no fear for his life, for his family? “I think he is crazy. Evil-y crazy. But that’s by the way. What are we going to do now?” Olivera looked around the camp, and spat in disgust. “We will burn it down. We will burn it until it’s nothing but dust. We will eradicate this curse from the face of the earth.” Miriam couldn’t agree less, but then she remembered that the ancients might have use for the materials in there. Olivera, having sensed the latter’s thoughts, shook her head. “They won’t be needing it. I’ve already transferred the necessary details to Raul, and Jacob. They can take it up from there. The mater
“Do you think anyone is in there?” Olivera asked Miriam, immediately she shifted to human self. Miriam looked at her clothed self and smiled. “Seems you have gotten the best hang of shifting, and still keeping your clothes on.” Olivera shrugged her shoulders. “There was no other choice. I can’t keep going up and down with my clothes in my hands or mouth. Since I’m part ancient, I have to improvise.” She took in a deep breath, inhaling the air tainted with magic and something else. “This place is tainted with magic. You smell it?” She shook off the imaginary dirt on her clothes, just in case, whilst waiting for Miriam’s reply. When she looked up, her friend was smiling. “What’s tickling your fancy? I don’t think my question has that much prowess…” Miriam cackled. “I never thought riding on a wolf would be so exhilarating. If I had known, I would have befriended a werewolf, and snagged rides every week at least. It’s quite freeing and therapeutic.” Olivera nodded. It was just as