Ethan fought the urge to allow his emotions to get the best of him. They were still miles away from the nearest hospital anyway. She touched his hand and squeezed, “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered to him with a smile, catching his attention. He couldn’t say anything, he just watched and wished he could take the pain away. She relished the view outside her window quickly and again turned to him. “Right here, this is it. Stop the car,” He pulled over, stepped outside, and rushed to her seat. He opened her door and helped her out carefully. She was in pain, and he was utterly unable to stop his pitying eyes from mirroring the pain in hers. “Don’t look at me that way” she managed as she rested her back on the car. “Come closer,” she asked him. He rested one hand on the car, standing directly in front of her. “I want you to look at me like you want me,” He forced a quick look but failed to see past her pain and she saw that. She rested her hands gently on his chest, “Kiss me, E
Ethan’s house, lit from within, stood at the far end, close enough for her to watch. Kate could see his silhouette moving about in his bedroom, and she stood in silence, watching, soon to head directly there. She would have to explain why she was hurt and why she had come here. She braved another step, then immediately sensed a variant presence in his house. It was different from the female servants. She searched with her sharp eyes and finally confirmed the reason for her dissatisfaction. Nestled on the bed in his bedroom was a woman, Danielle. The window was wide open and everything was revealed. Kate had been the one to compel her to forget what happened when she was lost in the night. Kate had done this kindness to get Ethan to focus on everything but Danielle. Kate watched in wondrous suspense. Danielle was sitting in his massive white bed dourly, as if unsatisfied with something. That perfume she wore only meant trouble and Kate scowled, then hopelessly cowered, fearing the wo
Kate was escorted outside the house by Ethan. He opened the car door for her, and she got into her car and began driving away. She could see him in her mirror, standing on the driveway, watching longingly with his beautiful eyes, and she immediately envisioned what it felt like when his lips were deep into hers. Her lips parted as she lost herself and tried to escape her wonderful reverie. What was happening to her? Was this what love felt like? Was it even possible that she could feel love? Finally, in the distance, he disappeared, and her heart skipped a beat, already missing him. Doing the impossible, meeting him in broad daylight was impossible. And even if magic could do it, a huge sacrifice would have to be paid to just be able to stand in the sun without being scorched to death. Yes, that's it, black magic. After a few hours of driving, she approached the trail leading directly to the castle. She stepped out of her car and treaded carefully there. She trudged up the hill a
It was only a few hours into the night. There was no doubt in her mind that Detective Bradley Burke was going to do everything in his strength to make sure that she didn't see the light of day again. Kate seemed calm in her seat, there was no need to fight it yet, it would only make things worse. Detective Bradley Burke glared at her through the mirror. She was sitting in the back seat, “How did you do it?” he asked her. She looked up to meet his eyes. “How did you kill those people?” Did he want to know? She eased her gaze on him. She knew it was easy to compel him even through the glass, but she wouldn't want to do it just yet, because Ethan was probably soon to be involved, so she would let it play out naturally for now. She looked away, ignoring his question. “I am going to make sure that you are locked up for a very long time” he promised. “And I am going to get the truth out of you one way or another,” She immediately let out an involuntary chuckle that stroked Burke as an i
This was it. This was the day that she was going to die. She knew that she had to pay the price for the only day that she could spend with Ethan. This was the price she had to pay. Her father got up in the same fashion, and he could see everything that was happening. The wind was loud and still violent and this wizard was not here for any kind bargain. Halomir stretched out his hand, wading it in the air, and she knew that no good thing was going to come out of this. She launched onto him and took him down. She was going to die, but not without a good fight first. She pinned him to the ground and loosed her fangs. Suddenly, he blew some powder in her eyes and she became blind momentarily. Black magic, this was black magic. She fell back, moaning. She was blind, she could not see. She could hear the wizard approaching where she stood, and again she made a second attempt, but he caught her in midair and lifted her from her neck with one hand. Not only did he make her weak, but he had
THE YEAR 1895 The gentle luster of his eyes lifted to the burning noon sun through the small window. Mathias Icarius Montgomery leaned over and craned to see the outside world through the iron bars of the prison that held him. A cloud of dust flew in and then rushed into his eyes and he drew back irritably but quickly recovered to his earlier position at the window. His last moments of freedom were these. He had been accused of treason, and he was on death row, sentenced to be hanged the following day. The failing hope that now possessed his visage was owed to the thoughts of being in this state, unable to be with his ailing wife with child. He stood, relishing the pallid scene outside. The people, buried in the turmoil of the usual vending, filled the streets, stretched through every narrow gate and boulevard, and discharged into a stream of many, making their way to this pitiful scene. In the street swelled diatribes of profanities and muffled chanting and voices of other unfamil
It was a pleasant night for Ethan but, as always, she was gone when he woke up. Leaving his office, he decided to leave his car and walk on foot. He was beginning to find a sinister satisfaction in these forbidden hours of the night. He hurried to the side of the street. The rain had just stopped and the sideways were still moisture-laden and the neon lights of the dry bar across the street glowed irritably across the range of his vision. He folded his hands into a fist, gnarling and pissed at nothing in particular. He stood there a moment and gazed fixedly at the strange gathering of the night colors in the air. He needed to hit something. It was the only logical thing to do. It was the only thing that felt like it would calm his restless soul. And maybe it was going to take the pain away. He stopped, feeling intense pain all over his body. He breathed in and started to walk, ignoring the pain earlier, but it started again. His heart was beating erratically and he stopped, touch
“Am in a very bad mood and you should leave to save your skin,” Ethan warned.Detective Bradley took a step back, almost mentally placing his hand on the latch of his gun. He could see a murderous glee in the visage of his enemy, Ethan.“I have a few questions regarding that lady friend of yours,”“ I don't know anything about her, like I said, am in a very bad mood and don't want to answer questions,” he repeated, hoarsely and whisperingly. “If you don't leave, am going to have to hurt you,” Ethan emphasized, trying to avoid eye contact, he was struggling with his inner wolf to maintain control as he wanted to take over and rip the detective to pieces. “I don't give a fuck ass what mood you're in. We can have this conversation out here or we can take it to the station.,” he replied, “It's your move mate”Ethan said nothing, he just remained placidly still.“Are we going to have a problem?” he asked again, readying to use brute force“ Please, go,” he struggled, sweat forming on his t