"Where are you going?" Enoch asked Jeremy who was about to go with them to fight the first batch of vampires and some otherworldly creatures Enoch hoped were killable the same way that vampires were. They had left Raul's pack a few minutes ago—a speedy travel because the ancients had held Jeremy as they turned to vapor for a faster travel. Jeremy, even now, was still trying to orient himself. Right here, at his father's pack, he could see the guards—ugly looking creatures—patrolling the borders.Right now, he furrowed his eyebrows at Enoch's question, not understanding the point of it. Wasn't he here to fight? "I'm here to fight." There was no way he was leaving outsiders to fight a war for his own homeland. He had to make an input. Enoch shook his head. "As much as that is heroic, you won't last a second against a vampire, or these creatures whom we have no idea how to kill yet. We brought you here as a mediator, as an ensign of hope to your people when we are done with the killing
"Stay here, Jeremy. Don’t move." Jeremy's attention was instantly snapped away from his insane thoughts to Enoch who he noticed, with a confused frown on his face, was now away from him, like a hand’s length. He opened his mouth to ask why, to know why the ancient had left him, to understand if the ancient wanted his death—because how would he stay here and not be killed by the undead—when suddenly he felt the shield, or rather the cage that surrounded him, that kept him in a cocoon. But Enoch was outside, and the other ancients were already moving into position, thinking that their Prince was with him. Jeremy shook his head, and hit the cage, wanting to be let out. He wouldn't allow the blood of an ancient, a Prince at that, to be on his head. He stopped however, when he saw the Prince laughing. Did he say something funny? Or did he look comical hitting the cage? "Why are you laughing?" Even his voice sounded muted to him. It seemed that the cage around him was keeping sounds fr
Jacob scoffed. Sister? He would have liked to tell the idiot that this woman standing in front of him with nothing on, wasn’t his sister, that he had no blood ties with her, that he wouldn’t have any qualms with her going to the netherworlds but for his foster parents. He didn’t want to see them in misery, so he stayed quiet and allowed the man to think that he had any feeling of relationship toward the naked woman, wanting to see what the stupid werewolf would say. “If any of you stop me from leaving, then I will kill her. Is that understood?” No one replied to him.Jeremy wanted to be done with this, so that the ancients could feed, and regain their strength. “I guess that is an affirmative answer. I am not supposed to say this, but I can’t resist making the dig…” Jackson chuckled, shoveling down the feeling that the master vampire would have his hide if the latter knew that he had exposed this twist in the story. Zen piqued his right eyebrow, aware of the hunger biting him up
10 minutes after the ancients left Raul’s pack for war: Zande was putting the finishing touches to the cocoon they had created for the vampire infested messenger, when she heard the first shout of terror. Instantly, she looked at the women with her, then at Rich who was frowning, and then at Vee whose eyes suddenly widened in unbelief and anger. She knew then that the man, Seth, had communicated to the guard what was happening. "Vee, what is the matter?" Raul asked, before she could ask the question. The Alpha had been with them all this while, following the process for keeping the undead from eating away at a puppet; as if he was absorbing the process. "We are under attack, Alpha. Vampires." Immediately, he rushed out of the room, without another word again, causing Rich to shift on his feet. Should he follow the guard out, or stay here to guard the woman? As much as he hungered to do battle, to keep the darkness within him at bay, he knew his first duty was to the females."Ric
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
The joyous reunion between Kaden and Olivera came to an abrupt halt as the door swung open, revealing Jacob standing in the doorway. His presence cast a shadow over the room, a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and a flood of emotions washing over him. Olivera turned towards the doorway, her eyes widening in shock and then filling with tears as she recognized her long-lost brother, despite the fact that he looked to be around her age. She would never forget those eyes. Shock rendered her immobile.Jacob also stood frozen, his gaze locked on Olivera. It had been years since he last saw her, since that fateful day when he was taken by the vampire at the tender age of seven. The memories flooded back, vivid and painful, of their childhood together - playing in the fields, sharing secrets, and the unbreakable bond they had shared before it was torn apart.Tears welled up in Jacob's eyes as he stepped forward hesitantly. His throat felt tight with emotion as he struggled to find his voice.
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