EVELYN
There was something about being in a car that had always made me ridiculously happy. It was an absurd feeling, no doubt, but for unexplainable reasons, I was always happy being in a car... on the wheels in particular.
It didn't have to my car or an expensive ride, those had nothing to do this with my love of driving...or simply being in a car. This weird interest of mine came all the way from the days of my childhood. Maybe it was because my Dad was the typical ‘car person’ and had taught me a lot about cars. I didn't have any interest in learning about how a car worked, how strong the engine was or whatsoever. I just enjoyed being in a car.
I could remember sitting in the back seat with my younger brother. He would always have something to say, something to show me
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EVELYN Her home was very small and the only thing worth looking at in her whole compound was the tomatoes she planted. The flowers weren't well arranged and it was clear that she had only started growing flowers. I hit the door bell and in an instant, a woman opened the door. “Hi, I'm Evelyn Itacha, mother of….” “Oh, I know who you are, Evelyn.” I kept my face straight to make her know I didn't come to play. “Well, I don't know you and I will appreciate it if you refrain from calling me Evelyn, it's Mrs Itacha for you” “Mrs or Ms? Whatever, what do I owe this pleasure?” &nb
DAMON We didn't go with any of our cars. Mason suggested we went with a rented car and particularly one we that had nothing to do with where we lived. It was black mini-van that wouldn't draw the attention of anyone. Mason had the radio on and he kept changing the station every two minutes. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked. He looked at me and made a silly face. “What does it looking I'm doing? Let me give you a hint, driving our asses to our death….” “I meant why the glorious fuck are you changing the station like every second?” “Everything is stupid on the radio, how does my mother cope with th
DAMON After driving for three long days, we finally got to Landera. Actually, we drove for only four hours but it felt like three days to me. Landera was a lovely town. The town was known for its participation in sport-related activities, and it could be clearly seen from the insanely big ‘Welcome to Landera‘ signboard that one saw before getting into the town. While Landera was way more lively than Woodhidge, it was still far away from any major city and it really told on the houses and the size and models of businesses there. Landera was more or less like Woodhidge...if Woodhidge had a community that worked as one, rather than everyone minding their business. “Let's park here, and get ourselves something to ea
DAMON After driving for about ten minutes, we got to the house. The gate was opened. His car door—the driver’s side—was also opened. The silence in the compound was deafening, I couldn't just hear my breathing loudly but Mason's too. The place was dead silent. We checked the car carefully, though not knowing what to look for. Or if we should be looking for anything. Perhaps, we hoped we would see something that would give us a clue where Kelvin was. Or we just stalling because we were scared to walk into the house. We were filled with fear, not of anything but for the safety of Kelvin and his family of three. “Someone else was here.” Mason said. “We don't know
DAMONMalcolm George was Kelvin's closest friend in Landera and if anyone knew what was going on, it was Malcolm. Malcolm was a shapeshifter and also a lawyer based in Landera.Mason was on the wheels driving to Malcolm's home, singing and as usual, trying to hit the high notes.. which he fails every damn time.Malcolm lived in Landera but his house was at the other side of the town so it would take a little while before getting there.My phone rang. It was no one else but Anita. Anita! We hadn't spoken since the last time I saw her.I picked the call.“Hi there, it's Anita. How are you doing?&rd
LUCAS It was another day spent working hard, trying the spell Mrs Haughter gave me over and over again. I had tried it hundreds of times, I had even begun to feel the magic in me more than I usually did. Still, the bond bracelet was hung on my wrist, unmoved my all my efforts. Almost like it mocked me, telling me, “do all you want, buddy, you and I are it forever”. “I will never be rid of this cursed object." I let out in frustration. George, without looking at me, said, “With this attitude, you definitely won't be rid of it." He continued flipping the pages of one of my mother's spell book, while I read the one Mrs Haughter gave me. “You know I'm trying, i
TILDA School was kind of funny. Every year had a particular ‘vibe' it gave. The year we got into senior class, we were all nervous, at the very least. Rightfully so, cause there were many things that seemed out of place, and it was that way for everyone. For instance, some were worried about getting the right grades to get into the universities of their choice. Clearly, lot of brainiacs filled this category. There were those who were very worried about graduating from high school, these ones didn't even want to think about colleges, high school was trouble enough for them. There were also the ones who didn't really care about their exams and grades or anything academic related. They were thinking about their next steps in life, what they could do besides college and the path that has been mapped out for them since they were born.&nbs
EVELYN I had finally gotten my head around getting a Cafe, and it had been really slow. While starting anything was ever easy, especially a business, my not giving it enough of my time had so much to do with the slowness in getting everything together. I guessed I didn't expect half the drama I had had to face since returning to Woodhidge. It had literally been one drama to another, one weird situation to weirder one. Jeez, I need a goddamn break. I needed a little me time. A time where I could just go for a vacation or something; stay on a beach and read some romance. How I wish! The good thing was that I didn't really need money. My late parents weren't exactly super rich or anything like that—at least it didn't seem that way—but you could bet they had some fat savings. Thou
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