Vee and Rich heaved in deeply, harshly, tiredly as they went through their thirtieth kill. Each. They kept taking in large gulps of air, watching as they watched the next pair of vampires approach them. The vampires kept attacking them in twos, each batch stronger than the last. The other throng just stood behind, and watched the display as if they were watching an entertainment. The vampires were playing with them. Rich had never felt so helpless in front of the undead, but he masked it properly just like Vee, determined to keep their pride up even if this fight led to their death. They were doing their duty, and that was honorable. They couldn't run away from it. Rich believed it was easier for him, since he had no mate to think of. And so with a reckless abadon, he fought against the next vampire that attacked him. Vee did the same, knowing that he was doing this for his mistress—she couldn't return to a vampire infested pack. And if he didn't survive, so be it. But he wouldn't
Raul didn’t know why the vampires hadn’t just gone for their heads straightaway, seeing the undead were more than his group. But he was glad nevertheless, for whatever had kept them from attacking. Instead of killing them, the group of vampires were trying to get past the safeguard that Caitlin had used over the messenger, or rather they were trying to understand the intricacies, after many trials to breach the safeguards. It made Raul wonder how they had breached the one over his pack. He would have to wait till Kendalf and Enoch returned to get the answer he so desired. Speaking about the two, why weren’t they back? What was happening outside his mansion? So far, he had no success reaching Seth and Roland, neither could he reach Jeremy. They had all left him in the dark, and he didn’t like it one bit. They would pay for this. All of them. One way or the other. He mused. He exchanged glances with Zande whom he was sitting with—the other women too, the vampires had cornered them to
Olivera couldn't suppress a smile as Kaden mentioned he agreed with whatever she said. It was a familiar sentiment, one that spoke volumes without words. She knew him well enough to recognize that his compliance stemmed from a deeper longing – he had missed her, and his desire to embrace her was palpable.As she looked at Kaden, her emotions swirled like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze. It had been months since she last saw him, lying motionless in a hospital bed, caught in the grips of a coma. The memory of those agonizing days flooded back – the uncertainty, the fear, and the unbearable waiting. Now, seeing him sitting before her, alive and speaking, filled her with an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude.Olivera studied Kaden's face intently, searching for any traces of the ordeal he had been through. His features seemed softer, more vulnerable than she remembered, yet his eyes held the same warmth and hunger that drew her to him in the first place. She noticed a sli
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