"Thanks so much, I won't forget," the girl said before leaving. Vivian looked around, and it seemed no one else was coming to her counter, so she relaxed her head backward on her seat, closed her eyes, and the first image she saw was Eric's. He had such a beautiful face, just so perfect, she thought. And his voice, oh, what a lovely voice he had, bassy but yet very sweet to the ears. He spoke with much authority and without fear, Vivian thought. She was deep into her thoughts of him that it sounded as if she was hearing his voice for real, it sounded as if he was right there with her... That's because, in actuality, he was there. "Vivian," Damian called out again behind the counter, staring awkwardly at Vivian, who seemed to be daydreaming or whatever it was she was doing. The sounds of Damian's voice were becoming louder and louder than Vivian had to open her eyes. "E R I C!" she exclaimed in shock that she lost her balance on the chair and went falling to the ground. But Damia
[Outside the Building of Great Hill High] "Is she still not picking up your calls, Clara?" Anna asked, her voice filled with concern. "Yeah, she's not. I don't know what's wrong," Clara said, her frustration evident in her tone. "Maybe she's busy with something, probably on a hot date, and her lips are tied up right now, you know what I mean?" Anna said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. "Really? Was that supposed to be funny? Because it wasn't. You just grossed me out," Clara said, her disgust palpable. Anna laughed. "Not even a little? Come on, it was kinda funny." "No, not at all," Clara said, her voice flat and unamused. Just then, Anna's mom drove by in her Toyota Camry and honked a few times. "Oh, my mom's here. I gotta go. Maybe I can ask her if it would be possible to drop you off," Anna said, her voice rushed. "No, don't bother. I don't want to inconvenience anyone. Besides, our distinctions are quite opposite from each other," Clara said, resigned to the fact that
Mathias turned to face Clara, and she immediately understood what he meant. Clara quickly brought out the broken laptop from her bag, her hands shaking slightly as she handed it over to Mathias. “This,” Mathias said, showing the man the laptop with a hint of desperation in his voice. “Let me see it,” the man said, his tone serious and businesslike. He widened his palms for Mathias to place the broken laptop on them, which Mathias did with a deep breath. “How did this happen?” he asked, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of the laptop. “It was a mistake. Tell us, can you fix it or not?” Clara interjected, her voice slightly shaky. “It's damaged really badly, but not beyond repair. However, you will have to show me your receipt first,” the man said, his expression stern. “What receipt?” Clara asked, her confusion evident. “Receipt for the laptop, the one given to you on purchase. I have to know it belongs to you. I can't work on it without seeing the receipt first,” the man explain
“Tell me one thing, why do you keep referring to the child as a "he"? What if the child is actually a "she"? Aren't you even a little curious to know the gender of your own child? This is your own flesh and blood we're talking about. And what if there are actually twins - a boy and a girl? Don't you want to make any effort to find out and see them?" Vivian asked, trying to ignite Eric's curiosity and longing. "....." Damian attempted to speak, but he was too overwhelmed with emotions. Sensing his emotional turmoil, Vivian stood up from her seat and went over to him. "It's okay to be scared of rejection. That doesn't mean you're weak; it only means you have a heart. And like every other heart, it yearns to be loved - the love of a woman, as well as the love of a child," Vivian said gently and empathetically, placing her hand over his heart to feel its beat. Damian stared at her, feeling her compassion and understanding. He could sense that she believed in him as a good man, and that
"You too," Adams said before ending the call, his voice sounding drained and tired. "Who was that?" Lara asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "My friend," Adams replied, his voice barely above a whisper, as he sat down heavily on the bed. "A boy? Or a girl?" she asked, her voice light and playful, trying to cheer him up. "What do you care?" Adams snapped, his words laced with frustration. "Ouch, that hurt my feelings. I do care," she said, her voice filled with concern, as she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You looked really tense, why don't I ease your tension a little bit," she suggested, climbing onto the bed and starting to massage his shoulders from the back. She kept massaging his shoulders and whispered words of comfort into his ear, "I know you are thinking of yourself as a prisoner and this huge mansion is your prison cell but it can be something more different than that," she whispered, then turned his face to hers and planted her lips on his, trying to distr
Clara removed the duvet covering her body and then rolled out of bed, feeling exhausted and groggy. As she got up, she stumbled towards the bathroom to wash her face, her eyes still puffy from crying. Opening the tap water in the sink, she sprinkled some of the running water on her face with both hands, hoping to feel refreshed. "Why do I keep having nightmares?" she asked her reflection in the mirror, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. She splashed the water on her head from her blonde hair to the rest of her face, then dried it up with a face towel, trying to calm herself down. Meanwhile, her mom, Dr. Ellen, was at the door stairs in the kitchen making breakfast, her mind still reeling from her encounter with her long-lost lover, Damian. She tried her best to focus on her cooking, but her hands were shaking as she cracked the eggs, her heart still racing with emotions. She was baking some cake in the oven and had eggs waiting to be fried also. She was busy with her kitc
“You are right, in everything you said. I am heartless, and I won't deny that fact. I am not a good guy, in fact, I am as bad as they come. I can end someone's life as fast as you can blink an eye, and yes, I killed those men, but in fact, they weren't people, nor were they innocent, as you are trying to paint them,” Damian said coldly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity. Vivian could feel her heart racing in her chest, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. “What do you mean they weren't people?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why don't I tell you more while seated? Or are you scared I would hurt you too?” Damian said, a wicked grin spreading across his face, making Vivian feel even more uneasy. “I am not scared of you,” she said, trying to sound brave, but her voice trembled slightly. “Good, then let me have a seat, and I will tell you everything. It's quite a juicy tale,” Damian said, and Vivian couldn't help but wonder what kind of person could find plea
"I promise... but what do you think they want again this time?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. "He said they want my end. I think they want to finish what their ancestors couldn't 300 years ago – to end the great reign of Eric Damian," he said plainly. "But that's impossible, right? I mean, you are immortal and all that. They surely know they stand no chance coming up against you," Vivian said, her voice filled with disbelief and confusion. "Well, they are no fools. Something really strange is happening in this town. Witches hate vampires, especially witches from the Red Spider coven. They view vampires as a great plague on the earth, and they would not hesitate to kill one when they have the chance... but clearly, the man that attacked you and is pretending to be me is a vampire, and he is clearly working with the witches. A vampire, a member of the Red Spider Coven? I never thought I would see such a day," Damian said, his voice laced with shock and disbelief. "So, what
He wasn't alone though, his extended wolf family, his mother, little sister Karen and his best friend Noah where with him and also Lucian former men who are now his men, he was now their new Alpha.“ Everyone will know that Eric Damian still lives on in all of us, we all are going to stand for justice just as he did. He might have gone but the legacy he left behind is still very much alive and it lives on in all of us, ” Adams said, supporting what Clara had been saying....There were five persons when they started but at the end of the funeral of the great Eric Damian there were more than a 100 persons present....( Vivian and Dr Ellen having a discussion )“.. I can only imagine what you are feeling right now, it's never easy losing someone you love but losing two people you love on the same day that's_ I don't really know the right adjectives to describe it, ” Dr Ellen said.“ Chriswell didn't deserve
It's been three days now, three days since the great sacrifice was done, three days since the Great Hybrid Eric Damian left the world sacrificing his soul for that of his daughter Clara.The heavens were still mourning over his death as the rain was still coming down flooding the streets of Great Hill Town.Today is the day they finally put Eric Damian to rest, his ashes would be buried under the soil....( Dr Ellen residents )Knock, knock, knock.“ Hold on, I am coming. ” Dr Ellen said as she heard a knock on her door.She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for Clara and herself...... Walking to the door she opened it.She saw two people standing in front of her doorstep with umbrellas covering their faces.“ Good morning, Dr Ellen. ” Mathias greeted.“ Good morning Dr Ellen, ” Fateema greeted also.“ Good morning kids, come on in. ” Dr Elle
“ Damian!!! ” he roared loudly and The Fiery Red Demon stopped walking and turned around to face Lucian.“ We are not done just yet, you must meet your end tonight!!! ” he screamed but The Fiery Red Demon wasn't interested in whatever he had to say.So he turned around and continued walking away still carrying Clara.“ Face me! Face me! Attack him!!! '' Lucian ordered but his men were reluctant to obey that command.They were all very fearful of Damian at this moment and this got Lucian really angry.He swiped one of his men's head away and pulled the heart of another.“ I said attack!!! ” he barked and his men were forced to attack....However Adams and his men stood in their way and at this point more back up had arrived.Noah with the other wolves alongside Mathias and Fateema.“ I will advise you all to back down, ” Adams groaned at them.
( The Final War )The werewolf picked up sergeant Chriswell from his back, turned him around before pulling out his heart.Chriswell dropped dead...Eric Damian still had Lucian's claws pointing out from his stomach and the ancient dagger deep into his chest.The dagger was coursing him unimaginable pain but Damian still has a little relief thanks to Chriswell.He had gunned down a large amount of witches and for the moment the witches had stopped casting their spell that made Damian experience a very painful pain in his head as they were grieving for their sister's death.Thanks to the now dead Sergeant Chriswell Damian had a slim chance to survive this but he had to act fast.“ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” he screamed out.However this wasn't a scream of pain but of anger, great anger.As he screamed he stared into Peterson's eyes who was still press
( The Final War )The werewolf picked up sergeant Chriswell from his back, turned him around before pulling out his heart.Chriswell dropped dead...Eric Damian still had Lucian's claws pointing out from his stomach and the ancient dagger deep into his chest.The dagger was coursing him unimaginable pain but Damian still has a little relief thanks to Chriswell.He had gunned down a large amount of witches and for the moment the witches had stopped casting their spell that made Damian experience a very painful pain in his head as they were grieving for their sister's death.Thanks to the now dead Sergeant Chriswell Damian had a slim chance to survive this but he had to act fast.“ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” he screamed out.However this wasn't a scream of pain but of anger, great anger.As he screamed he stared into Peterson's eyes who was still press
Adams wasn't alone, though. His extended wolf family, including his mother, little sister Karen, and his best friend Noah where with him as well as Lucian's former men one of his men but now under Adams' command, stood beside him as well, acknowledging Adams as their new Alpha. “Everyone will know that Eric Damian still lives on in all of us. We all stand for justice, just as he did. He might be gone, but the legacy he left behind is still very much alive, resonating within each one of us,” Adams declared, passionately affirming Clara's sentiments. Initially, there were only five individuals present, but by the end of the funeral of the great Eric Damian, the gathering had swelled to over a hundred people, paying their respects. ( Vivian and Dr. Ellen having a discussion ) “.. I can only imagine the depth of emotions you're experiencing right now. It's never easy to lose someone you love, but losing two beloved individuals on the same day—I struggle to find the appropriate words to
It's been three days now, three days since the great sacrifice was done, three days since the Great Hybrid Eric Damian left the world, his soul sacrificed for that of his daughter Clara. The heavens were still mourning over his death as the rain continued to pour down, flooding the streets of Great Hill Town. Today is the day they finally put Eric Damian to rest, his ashes would be buried under the soil.... ( Dr Ellen, filled with grief and sorrow, residents ) Knock, knock, knock. “ Hold on, I am coming," Dr Ellen said, her voice weary and laden with sadness, as she heard a gentle knock on her door. She was in the kitchen, weariness etched on her face, preparing breakfast for Clara and herself. Slowly, she made her way to the door and opened it. She saw two people standing in front of her doorstep, their faces hidden beneath umbrellas, their presence shrouded in a veil of sorrow. “ Good morning, Dr Ellen," Mathias greeted, his voice tinged with sadness. “ Good morning, Dr Elle
"Damian!!!" Lucian bellowed, his voice reverberating through the air. The Fiery Red Demon halted his steps and pivoted to face Lucian, his fiery gaze locking with Lucian's. "We are far from finished! Tonight, you shall meet your demise!" Lucian's voice erupted, filled with rage and determination. Yet, the Fiery Red Demon remained uninterested, showing no regard for Lucian's words. Turning around the Damian continued walking with Clara in his strong but gentle arms. "Face me! Face me! Attack him!" Lucian's voice thundered, commanding his men to strike. But fear had taken hold of their hearts, rendering them hesitant to obey his orders. They trembled in the presence of Damian, their leader's power gnawing at their resolve. Lucian's fury surged, boiling within him like molten lava. Without a second thought, he swept away the head of one of his men and tore out the heart of another. "I said attack!" he barked, his voice sharp as a blade, leaving his men with no choice but to comply re
The werewolf, with a savage strength, seized Sergeant Chriswell from behind, violently twisting him around before mercilessly ripping out his heart. With a lifeless thud, Chriswell collapsed, his body now devoid of any signs of life. Eric Damian, despite the excruciating pain coursing through his body from Lucian's claws embedded in his stomach and the ancient dagger plunged into his chest, refused to yield. The dagger inflicted unimaginable torment upon him, but Damian found a sliver of relief in knowing that Chriswell's sacrifice had momentarily halted the witches' spell, sparing him from the searing agony in his head caused by their grieving for their fallen sister. Supported by the deceased Sergeant Chriswell's sacrifice, Damian clung to a slim chance of survival, but time was of the essence. In a burst of anguish, he let out a piercing scream, not only fueled by physical torment but also by an overwhelming surge of anger. Amidst his cries, his eyes locked onto Peterson's gaz