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 never told me I was even someone she could hook-up with. Hell, I wasn't sure she liked me neither did I know if there was still someone she liked. Yes, we were about to have a moment—which I initiated—but that d
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 that way. That I could feel that heat that burned fiercely, violently, forcefully...yet, I wanted it to consume me wholly.Oh, how his body tre
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 interested to know why Lucas couldn't use his powers. It was disturbing to him to know that Lucas couldn't use magic at all even though he came from a family that had powerful magic. He stated that he was simply concerned about it because he knew that many sorcerers in the modern day, couldn't use their powers.“Of course, Lucas has magic, it's more about an issue of choice, I really don't l
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 and a minor, it was fine. I wasn't in any way worried that I would get laid late and would be seen as a weirdo or anything like that. It was more like a genuine concern or simply my curious mind doing wh
LUCASMrs 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 make me know that he existed. With all these in my mind, I had challenged my mother. I had demanded for honest answers because her story had many holes which she had tried to cover. It didn't work.Wh
TILDAChanging 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.There were questions I had about the nature of werewolves and that was funny as I was one myself. Me being a werewolf didn't mean I understood the whole nature of werewolves. I didn't and I had many unansw
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.”Dad disagreed. “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 will rip him apart, I'll do that.” Mason said, barely having eye contact with anyone. He seemed calm but he was boiling inside.“I will contact Declan, he will take care of this.” Mum chipped.“You will what? I'm capable of dealing with that little monkey with the IQ of meat,” Dad yelled.“I won't put my be
LUCASAfter 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?”“Cut the drama and the lies and everything now, I know everything, no thanks to you though.”“What are you talking about?”I began to tell her all I learnt from Mrs Haughter and Mun was unusually quiet. She just sat where she was and listened.“You believe a teacher you met a month ago ove
DAMON No one knew we had gotten into town. We had expected to arrive earlier but car troubles had other things in mind. “Why the f*ck should a rental have any issue? That's f*cking annoying, I should sue their f*cking asses!” Mason ranted. He was angry, that much was clear. But his anger had very little to do with the car having issues. He had been in and out of this mood since we left Landera. I guess being angry at everything was his own way of expressing his concern for Kelvin being missing, and also ‘cause our going to Landera didn't achieve much. “Just calm down, Mason, it's all fine.”“No it's not, rental companies should be more ethical than this, this is utter bullcrap.”I decided to allow him rant, he wasn't going to listen to anything I said in the kind of mood he was in. I left him and then headed home. Well, until I got thirsty for coffee and decided to hit the newly built cafe I spotted. Well, as pretty as it was, it wasn't yet operational. Some man that worked on t
LUCAS George had gotten frustrated . . . I couldn't blame him, it wasn't undue. We should have met Declan, the Principal—and also my biological father who didn't know I existed—for help but I had kept pushing it away.It was more than just being scared. I just didn't want him in my life, he didn't and could never have a space in my life and that was nothing but pure facts. . .to me, at least.I know that the last time we spoke, I acted like I was ready. Well, guess what? I am not. I never will be. I had grown without a father for all of my life. It wasn't easy, hell, it was horrible. Especially since I knew my Mum was lying to me about many things. I couldn't count how many nights I had wished he would come. I had created a fantasy where he was somewhere on some special classified mission doing stuff only he could . . . like saving the world. As I grew, those fantasies, no matter how strong they had been to me, couldn't hold anymore. They weren't strong enough to sooth my crying he
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 a 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. Though I was the only child, I was really surprised they left their wealth for me, I would have thought Mum would have donated all of their wealth to saving goldfishes or something. The bad thing was that I wasn
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. There were other categories too. Like the silly ones wondering what would become of they and their lovers when they don't have school anymore. Irrespecti
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 by all my efforts. Almost as though it mocked me, telling me, “do all you want, buddy, you and I are in this forever”.“I will never be rid of this cursed object." I let out in frustration.George, without looking at me and 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, it's really not easy at all" I threw the book on my laps in anger. “Just how powerful is my mother!”“You don't stop when you are tired or frustrated, you stop when you are victorious,“ he said. “You saw read that somewhere, didn't you?”“Doesn't matter.”“George, believe me when I say I understand, but this is beginn
DAMON Malcolm 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?”“Hey, Anita, it's been a while, I'm fine, by the way.”She began to tell me, as usual, boring things about her very, very boring life, none of which I had asked for and I had zero interest in hearing anything from her, no matter how excited her tone was. Most of what I said was “oh" and “yeah”. Still she went on. “When will you be back to the town?" She asked. Back? How the hell did she kn
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 that, we don't anything." I inhaled shakily, standing by Mason, both of us just before the entrance of Kelvin's home. We were so terrified! We had come all the way from Woodhidge only to stand in front of his house, shaking like little kids.“No, I can't do this." Mason turned around, trying to walk back.I grabbed his by the
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 eat.”“I agree, I'm starving."We left the car and were about to enter a fast-food restaurant named ‘Blomba' when we saw a lady having a car trouble. Rather, tyre trouble. Her pump jack seemed to have oil leaking out of it.Mason being a ‘gentleman', went to meet her.“What is
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 this?”I brought my head out of the window and savoured the feeling of the rushing winding against my face. It was a pretty day after all. Hell, with the season we were in, every day was pretty. Just then, I remembered the car trip my Mom took me on when I was only sixteen. It was time for the summer holiday and I had everything planned out. Back then in school, we always had our holiday