EVELYN I brought the cup of freshly made coffee to my face, taking the aroma into my nostrils. Coffee was great, no doubt, but it smelled way better than it tasted. Karen had just made it— she was great at making coffee. I guess she had to since she was an addict.She was now sitting next to me and I knew she was about to drill every bit of information in my little head until my feelings were flying here and there. To be honest, she had the merit to do so. She had been my closest friend since I was very little and we had gone through thick and thin together. Of course, I had other close friends. But let's say, we were no longer close. Not everyone can forgive you for cutting them off for more than sixteen years. I couldn't blame them. Never had. “Eve, you know I am doing this for you, you have to think about your love life again.”I threw a blanket over myself and Karen crawled under too. “What is the essence, Karen? It is just drama, a lit bit of pain, a little more sex, and jus
TILDA Mum and I were going to a boutique downtown to go get some new clothes. New clothes? Damn right, I was excited. Yeah, I know. I have been through so damn much. From almost being molested by Clenk to almost being kidnapped by a total nutter. Yeah, the last few weeks haven't been too kind to me. There were a few good things that happened and like “motivation gurus” always say in such an intense manner, “concentrate on the positives”. While I was never a fan of these kinds of motivation write-ups, videos or even self-help books, I agreed with that. It never hurts to count your blessings. It never hurts to appreciate all the good things that have happened or are happening to you.The first thing that comes to mind was my relationship with George. So far it has been barely sexual, nothing beyond tight hugs and kisses on the cheeks. What was exciting was that I knew we were beginning to get along. Damn, it felt right. It felt perfect. He was very good at being a boyfriend and I c
P.S: Hi dear readers, just in case you were feeling uncomfortable that there will be sexual relations between minors depicted in this book, I'll like to assure you that it wouldn't happen and no detail of the said “activity" will be in this work. Thanks for your continued support. TILDA I was on my bike, riding to George's house. I had a lot on my mind. A lot of fears and uncertainties. Oh goodness! This was nerve-wracking. It felt ridiculous that I was riding to George's to go sleep with him. Yeah, me— Grace the stubborn little Daddy's Grace. But I wasn't that kid anymore. In a year, I would be an adult. A full-blooded adult. But that was only in the eyes of the law. As it stands, I considered myself one already. I knew sex felt good. I don't know how it would feel but it has got to be good. I have only seen animals “do it" and they always seem happy, I guess. I wasn't sure about chickens though. With chickens, it always felt like rape and was a sad sight to witness. “All is wel
LUCAS“You want that thing off your wrist, don't you?” Max, a girl I had never spoken to, said to me. I knew Max Kane quite well. Everyone in Woodhidge high knew who she was. She was the self-proclaimed queen of the school and was quite attractive. She had short blonde hair that barely reached her neck. Max has very clear blue eyes and a beautiful accent. She was charming and knew how to pick the right outfit for her build because everything she was ever seen in looked perfect on her. That, however, was not all she was known for. Max Kane was a drama queen. Or so they said. I heard she “doesn't take jokes lightly” and was quite mischievous, to say the least. More importantly, Max Kane is very belligerent and very hostile. This was to the extent that she became feared. Why? Well, that was the bit I never really understood. How dangerous could a not-very-powerful witch be?“Uhm . . . I don't know what you're talking about,” I said, my voice sounding way lower than I would have liked i
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
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
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
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
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