"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
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