DAMON
You know, it's only during our most trying times we know how strong we are. It is only during such times we can see how we can react to certain things. Everytime I have a heartbreak, I realise that I'm way softer than I would like to admit, I begin to see that I tend to not control my emotions as well as I should.
What's actually ‘funny’ in this case is I don't know why I should feel heartbroken at all. In the past when I had had my heart broken, I could understand why my feelings were hurt. I could understand why I felt like the world had nothing for me...but that was actually understandable as going through a break-up wasn't easy especially when the relationship was very serious.
In the case of Evelyn, I don't get it at all. She had never told me she liked me, she had ne
EVELYN I have been quite unsettled for a while and it was no doubt that the ‘drama’ I had with Damon was the cause, or at the least, a part of it. I prided myself to be one of good reason, whether that was true or not, it was something I had always said in favour of myself. Well, as it happens to be, I doubt I am of one good anything anymore. To say I was insulted by Damon's act was an understatement, I was mortified. However, while I felt very insulted, I didn't feel he insulted me in any way. It didn't make sense to the ears but I felt it, and so, it was real. I wasn't mad at Damon for kissing me, not even a little bit. Hell, I went into his house that day half expecting that. And when he held me, a sort of feeling that I didn't know existed engulfed me, after many years of not being in a relationship, it was so surprising that I could feel th
EVELYN I hadn't gotten used to the fact that Declan hadn't aged one bit. He still looked like he was in his twenties..and that was particularly annoying cause he was old enough to be my great-grandfather. I knew he was about three hundred years old but it was shocking nonetheless to see him unchanged when I was far from the person I was. “Evelyn, I have two things to discuss with you about.” He said, his voice as gentle as ever. “Two things? Shoot.” He began to speak. He said firstly he wanted to talk to me about Lucas and the second was about ‘us'. Us? What the hell did that mean? He said he was inter
LUCAS I had never had sex. Like never. Now, this didn't bother me but I was however very curious on how it would feel. I mean, I'm sure I have an idea or two, courtesy of porn videos and friends’ testimonials, but I would really love to have it myself. To get to know how it feels first hand. Of course I was very much aware that when it came to things like sex, waiting was never a bad idea. People that involved in premature sex often regretted it later as the mind has to be just as prepared as the body...and more often than not, the body matured first. I didn't, however, see myself as too young to engage in sexual activities. I was sixteen and in all of my years, I had never heard a certain age that was set for people to have sex...as long as it was consensual and not between an adult
LUCAS Mrs Haughter seemed to know a lot about the ‘bond bracelet’. What was funny was that I didn't know it was called a bond bracelet, well, it had been on me for only sixteen years. She had very shocking things to say about the bracelet. Things that made me see my mother as one big liar. That was the shocking bit though. I knew my mother had been lying about something, I knew that since I was little. She wasn't a very good liar so I had caught her lies on several occasions. The story my Mum told me when I was little was that my father was a soldier who went to war in a foreign country but was killed in battle. I bought that story till I was eleven...and at that point I had began to reason a little more. If my Dad was a war hero, why didn't I have videos, pictures or anything that would ma
TILDA Changing for every werewolf meant different things. I mean, it was ideally the same thing but meant different things to every werewolf. To most it was a time they felt free, to some it was a time they felt more powerful, to some it was a time they felt like royalties, a time they felt special. Generally, changing was always a wonderful experience for werewolves. Well, not to me though. I wouldn't pretend that I didn't love the way the metamorphosis felt… though it was estatic. Even beyond that. I wouldn't lie that I didn't crave the power I felt whenever I changed. The feeling I always got wasn't something that could ever be expressed in words. But then it wasn't an issue of whether I felt good or not but rather an issue of control. A sort of tug between the wolf and the man. Th
TILDA “I keep telling you,I keep telling you but you never listen.” My mother said, as she shoved cereals into her mouth. It was almost 7am in the morning and me, my brother, Mason, my mum and Dad, were having breakfast at the table. We were all having cereals, or better put, we all had a bowl of cereal in front of us but only my Mum managed to eat though her mouth kept running. “The Moon Night is always dangerous, you have to have someone with you, there are many girls your age you should move with.” “That is just nonsense, she isn't at fault, she didn't try to violate herself, it was that pumpkin faced simpleton and that's who we should be putting the blame on.” “I w
LUCAS After I heard everything Mrs Haughter had to tell me that day, I decided against confronting my mother immediately. I didn't even act like I was angry though I was furious that strangers knew more about me than I myself. What made it more annoying was that some of the things I learnt from Mrs Haughter seemed to be common knowledge. It wasn't some sacred secret that only a few knew about. It was something I was certain literally every Supernatural knew about. It was another sunny morning and immediately after a heavy breakfast, I met my mother and asked directly to take the bracelet off my wrist. “Do you have a death wish? Haven't you learnt a thing...you know I can't, what's this all about?”  
LUCAS I sat on her bed and watched as she told me of her experience with Clenk on the last Moon Night. I stared at her calmly, watching her speak and noticing that she didn't want to look at me in the eye. That was perfectly fine, she had gone through so much, it was very understandable if she felt tensed. “Thanks a lot for coming, I really appreciate it.” “It is the very least I can do.” “Still I'm thankful, it is really comforting that so many people care for me, especially in this moment, it feels really comforting.” “Glad about that but I have to say, I really feel like killing him.”  
LUCAS ()You never know how you feel about something till it happens to you. Since I found out that I was a vampire, well, let's say I have had a great fear for myself. I had begun to think of myself as a monster, even though I wanted nothing more than to experience it. Since I got the bond bracelet off my wrist, I have been very free and peaceful. And happy. Being a vampire had its downsides, of course, no one liked having blood being enticing to you. But there were many good things about it too. For one, I felt like I could do anything. I mean, I could blow the ground and my fist would make its way through. I could run faster than the human eyes could see, and even cooler, I could do this without a soul hearing. It had something to do with vampire nature. There was a way vampires ran… almost as though our feet were too fast that it seemed we ran in the air. Yeah, not the easiest thing to explain. Oh, how could I forget compulsion, my all-time favourite. By j
EVELYNFirst thing in the morning, I left the house and went to the Grandeur Robberise Graveyard. It was where my parents were laid, and their parents before them… and it went on like that. I dropped a rose on Aunt Wallinda’s grave. She passed away when I was seven. I can still recall how sad her death made little Evelyn feel. I sat before the graves of my parents and all types of emotions flooded my mind. Death was a bastard. A dumb, little mean bastard. Though we all hate talking or even thinking about it, it was sad how we knew that we would all fall victim to it. Witch, werewolf, human… even vampires because they were dead but just conscious.Mum would have disagreed with me. She would say that life was more beautiful because we knew that we would die. She would say the temporal nature of life was what made it worth living. As with most things, she was right. A stranger could pass these graves and see them as nothing, but to me, they meant everything. If one had told me when I
LUCAS The flight was a smooth one. No trouble, no nothing as always… but also, no unnecessary delay. That was the bit everyone appreciated. Perhaps it was the flight that brought memories of those very many times Mum and I travelled. All those years she kept having us move because she felt the weather was unkind, or my school was too small, or the neighbours were too lousy, or that she didn't feel comfortable in that region we were. On the real, her problem was that she feared too much for us— most especially, for me. “How are we feeling?” Damon asked as we waited for the cab he hired online. “Finally we are in Dentrodgey. Hopefully, we see Rugatha and get back on a flight.”The cab came and we found ourselves a hotel real quick. Damon was very loaded because he didn't seem to mind spending so much money. We could have easily found a decent hotel that was one-sixth the price this one cost, but I wasn't complaining. We were shown our rooms and Damon told us to freshen up so we coul
TILDA First thing on Tuesday morning, before 6am, Damon drove up to my house to pick me up. Lucas was already there, radiating with smiles like he always does. His sparking white teeth were “picture-perfectly” displayed between his parted lips. The ride to the airport was going to be very long, an hour and a half at a minimum. Even longer since everyone was quiet. Of course, it was obvious that I had no business being here. Lucas needed Damon to drive him to this Rugatha lady and I played no part in this and it was none of my business. If anything, I was bleeding Damon's pocket since he was paying for my flight. Truth be told, I just wanted to go somewhere different and hopefully get some time to think. Term time will be over in two or three weeks, but I needed this little break now. Why didn't I tell George where I was going? For starters, he was the one I needed a break from. I was glad that I was leaving Woodhidge for two days at least. Look, I knew George was a cool guy with
DAMON It was time to speak to Evelyn and I was… scared to my bones. Look, I wasn't scared of her, but rather how she made me feel. How vulnerable I was when I was around her. I walked up to her door and tried knocking several times, but I couldn't bring myself to. What if she gets angry? Why was I even doing this? She would see this as an attempt to get her attention, wouldn't she? Wait… wasn't it?Just as my mind puzzled itself with burning questions, Evelyn opened the door and gazed blankly at me. She bit her lower lip for a split second and all I could think of was taking a picture of her. “You don't plan to spend a year here, do you?” Evelyn asked, taking her gaze to the ground. “Yeah, I have been watching you stand here for over ten minutes now.”“Uh …I—”She cut in. “Come in.”Evelyn ushered me to the living room and there I saw Lucas sitting with a worried expression. He gave me that look that made me believe that Evelyn wasn't going to allow him to go anywhere with me. Or s
DAMON Another day came and I was still going with this teenager's plan. Couldn't say why exactly I agreed to help Lucas, but I was sure boredom played a major role. At least, this sort of promised a little bit of adventure because it was so silly and random. “So you're paying for the flights?” Tilda asked, already knowing what the answer would be. “You are rich and bad with money, so you won't have a problem paying, will you?”“I don't mind paying, your Royal Highness," I taunted her, Mason joining me laughing at her for no solid reason.Tilda was a tough character and it was fun having her around. Really, it was. Also, she was a little too mature for her age, but that wasn't why I envied her even though she was younger than me. The thing was, Tilda had a very strong personality and it was hard to see her let anyone impose their thoughts or beliefs on her. She was only a teen, but everyone knew this already. Any other girl, whether werewolf or human, that was almost molested would
DAMON Okay, this was, perhaps, the craziest thing I had ever considered doing. And for more than just one reason. Lucas came to me just after I had finished working out. He seemed a little nervous and I wondered why because he wasn't this way. At least I haven't seen him act this way. Turns out he wanted me to take him to the mental facility where Rugatha, some crazy witch who left town about four years ago, was kept. What made this very crazy was that I was considering doing this. Yes, I was. In fact, I had already started thinking about how we would book flight tickets to get to the state where the facility was located. Damn. This was what falling in love had led me to. Isn't this emotional blackmail? I asked myself. Nah, I don't think so. The kid just needed help and his mother didn't want him to become a vampire. Which was either very selfish or very thoughtful of her. No one said it couldn't be both. “What if your mother has her reasons?” I asked him. “I wouldn't want to pu
LUCAS You know that thing people say? What's it again? Yeah, I remember. They say something like, “the darkest hour is just before dawn”. Uhm . . . I'm not sure that applies to everyone's life. Sometimes it's just dark and it gets darker and there's never any promise of seeing light. just seems to never come. That's pretty much how I felt at the moment. I had searched for this Lunarry spell and no one knew what it was, or if it even exists anymore. What does that mean for me? Should I give up already?“I made your favourite meal,” Mum said as she finished setting up the table for dinner. “You are going to love this, Luke.”Geez. She still treated me like a little boy. If I coughed, she would quickly get me some water and then embrace me. Yeah, it is that bad, especially when she did this in public. Whenever I complained she would tell me that I was all she had. Whenever I complained about being treated like a kid, she would say, “You will always be my little Luke”. I'm sure I was f
LUCAS “Dammit,” I yelled out in frustration. And tiredness too. I had spent the last two days searching for this spell and no one could help me find it. Hell, half the witches I asked didn't even know what it was. At this rate, Mum was going to hear about it because I had asked way too many people. I was desperate now.The spell Max talked about was called the Lunarry spell. It was a spell meant for breaking magical bonds, not specific to the bracelet, and from the study, I had just done on it, if I got the spell, my problem would be solved. The only issue was that Max was lying. Yeah, she knew the name of the spell and that it could help me, but what she didn't tell me was that the spell wasn't in the whole of Woodhidge. If it wasn't in Woodhidge then perhaps it didn't even exist. Where else could it be? I tried calling George but he seemed to be very busy with his girlfriend. Man, I know this wasn't his to worry about, but it wouldn't hurt to have a friend helping you out. When