Chapter Fifty Six.Nicholas's POV.Hillary's connection has been hitting me hard, mentally, forcing me to hurry out of the building, away from any lurking ears. The moment I reach the parking space, which is at the side of the building, I pick up the link and say."And what is it you have got to say that cannot wait any minute longer?""One that talks about the Hunters wanting our extinction?" He seems to question himself more than he does to me.I roll my eyes, "and yes, I am aware of that before. What's the update?" I go straight to the point. "Cole Hunter can't be found in North America anymore. He's left to somewhere that we cannot find him," or maybe he's still here, but he has just outsmarted Hilary's trackers, "and trust me, I have the best trackers out for him, to keep tabs on him, but somehow... I have no idea." He finishes and I scoff. "The idea here is that your men are incompetent."He scoffs back, and I can picture in my head that he is smirking as he rolls his eyes, "l
Chapter Fifty Seven.Nicholas's POV.I turn to the owner of the voice. My lips part, as my eyes squint. I think I know who this is, but I am not entirely sure. Trust me, my head is in a fuzzy state right now. "You seem familiar. Who are you?" I question. My tone reveals how surprised I am. The fact that she isn't even affected by my manipulation, which is clearly affecting other humans. And the moment she says, I know the answer to my why, "I'm Kyra, Anastasia's best friend." Kira is at work again, troubling me repeatedly. If she continues to go against me, I may do more than I am. "Now, tell me, what the fuck has happened to Anastasia?""She... collapsed," my voice is as calm as ever, also hypnotizing, but none of it is affecting Kyra, however. I scoff on the inside."Why?" She sounds pissed at me. "So, where are you taking her? To a hospital?" She is quick with her questions. I smirk, "I think all Miss Sanusi needs is a sleep, and I intend to allow her that luxury. She's overwork
Chapter Fifty Eight.Nicholas's POV.At the exact time that I stepped into her office, I close my eyes, take a whiff of the air, spread out my arms, allow my hearings pick on any low reverberation, allow my mind crawl the walls, but I found nothing, and it all came back as a reverse, and I'm walking one step after the other into her office. Staring at the window from which she fell, it isn't broken which is a surprise. I may have thought this was the work of Hunters, but I'm beginning to think in another direction. If the glassy walls aren't broken and there's no proof that anything happens here, you know, as though anything that can show the existence of something supernatural happening here has all be erased, or let's say reserved, that I can't even smell the scent of Olivia who was here, as neither can I smell the scent of Anastasia, I am beginning to think this is clearly not a Werewolf or a Hunter's job. They can't hide everything. This must have been done with something more p
Chapter Fifty Nine. Anastasia's POV.I have been awake for half an hour now, but it's as though I am locked inside my own consciousness. Then, a few minutes ago, I began to feel even more alive, but it still wasn't enough. However, this time around, I could hear the sounds of people breathing in the distance, the feelings that surge through their body. It's a lot of emotions, but somehow, I am more attracted to the strong ones. My empathy has been causing an internal distress for me that isn't being revealed medically. Suddenly, I can open my eyes, but my body remains locked in place. For some reasons, I feel no fear, instead I just remain calm and let things work out themselves. My breathing is back to normal. I cannot recognize the room that I'm inside. Wandering my eyes around the ceilings, I figured that this isn't my room. Then, shifting my face to the side, I see Kyra. She's resting her head on the side of the bed, seated on a chair next to me. I could hear her soft snores
Chapter Sixty. Unedited. Anastasia's POV. Kyra and Olivia has spent the past twenty minutes or so to get to know each other. They look cute together and have some likewise hobbies, which has helped in improving their conversations. On my hand, I'm focused on finishing the food. They did not even indulge me in the discussion, so I can focus on getting food in me. I am done now and Kyra is the first to talk, "so, the doctor called me in earlier to say that your reports says you're okay now and you can be discharged in the evening. It's still morning, so perhaps we should talk about your plans? Do you go back to working or come home for some break?" She says it as though she would even be around. I'd be bored out of my life. "And I'll be around. I don't have any gig to work on, so..." She trails off, unintentionally answering my unsaid question. I mouth is kept opened for a minute. "Wait, you aren't joking?" "Of course. Why would I?" Yeah, why would she? I find myself nodding,
Chapter Sixty One.Unedited.Anastasia's POV.I smile when Kyra's hand grips mine slightly harder. She has her fingers interwined with mine. "I have a question to ask? And it might be so ridiculous?" She states, her eyes on mine. If Kyra is asking for permission, then trust me, that question is going to give me a hard time to answer. "Could it be that you're in love with your boss?" As she says, my face shifts to meet her gaze and a frown plasters onto it. "Are you seriously asking that right now?" Before she could talk, I add, "I'm still on the sickbed and you're asking that. Seriously?" I don't know why my voice is tight and why my breathing has accelerated, but that question sparks something in me that I never thought. She raises her hands up, sounding unworried, "well, you don't need to be worried. I'm just asking.""Why?" She looks like she's searching her brain for an answer, "well, first of all, you did not seem to have an issue when I told you that your boss hasn't been
Chapter Sixty Two.Nicholas's POV.My monster is out, and we are coming for them. The moment I land on the water, I create an invisible tightness in the air and use the aid of gravity to make it hit the water behind me repeatedly, as I race towards Hillary's ship. The water behind me make a ripple, folding up continuously as it rises into the air. An act of levitating water with a fold of nature. I am creating a wave of water behind me that's forming a massive fold. The sound of the water as it crashes, stashing up reaches my hearing and I smile, devilishly. My monster has been provoked by Anastasia leaving and with this coming up, I am not in a state where I'm thinking twice. Although I am not as angry as I would have been expected to, but I'm still pissed. This time, pissed at everything. In the distance, I see the ship Xander's on. I can already sense him there, quicker, because of the mind-link connection, and the one of the Werewolves, "there," he says with an unfazed tone, ta
Chapter Sixty Three. Nicholas's POV. Unedited. I turn my face to the back as I open the door to my study room, gesturing with my hand that Hillary should head in first. He chuckles and pushes me inside. I shake my head, as I crack up, too. The room is dim but my vision works perfectly in here, so I need not shift the curtains. He hums, as he finds himself comfort. He's taken a space on a couch at the side of the room, next to the wall. "So, the drink." "Patience." I tell him. "Only if you have an idea the ones I've had in the past months." He tells me. To be honest, I understand his reasons to wanting to meet the ones he cares so much about. He's been away for a long time. I am certain that if he opens his mind to me, I'd see that he misses Anastasia. And speaking of her, I wish to discuss my past doings with Hillary. I know he would kill me, but at this point, I have no choice than to, or else, I might put her in more trouble than the one I have. Plus, he's had an idea
Chapter one hundred and forty four.Anastasia's POV. Rare. This is the first time, I will see the birds so close that they flap their wings to keep them in balance near the closed window. Their chirping sound along with the wavering of the trees and blaring horns from the distance awakens me fully and that's when I notice the uncomfortablilty that the birds are in. Smiling to myself as I sit up to take a close look at them from the inside, I carefully open the window. I savour the beautiful skin of theirs. Beautiful. So beautiful.A bird from the crew, all of the sudden, flies over into the room and in my attempt which is involuntary to help myself out from the shock it gave me, I let out my hands and unintentionally hit the bird away, letting it fall down outside. The others flies away, surely in fear."Oops, sorry bird. I didn't mean to. And thanks for being my new alarm." I call after them as they fly away. God, it's morning. The gym I'm suppose to go with Carl. I rush out of the
Chapter one hundred and forty three. Anastasia's POV. Monday comes quickly, indicating my first day at Franklin regional senior high school. I make sure to wake up before mom comes knocking on my door as if she wants to yank it off. Taking a quick shower and other morning hygiene routine in the same hurrying mode, I start to dress up in a simple plain blue shirt; black rough jeans, coupled with a light makeup.I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look appropriately to my age of seventeen, having silver grey eyes — rare in my family since dad has brown hazel eyes, while mom has amber — that looks a bit too big to fit inside my small socket; beige warm undertone skin, rhyming with my darker shade of blonde hair and light blonde eyebrows and lids. The mirror easily captures my figure of five feet, four inches. I turn to the bed, checking the time from the alarm clock next to the lamp, who's figure is resting atop the cabinet. It's seven-thirty and school will be starting in abo
Chapter one hundred and forty two. Anastasia's POV. "I felt the same as you when I knew them at first. The way they behave; the way they don't talk much, especially the guy, yet girls fall at his feet. I'm quite sure he doesn't even talk to them before they invite him to their bed. Their hospital baffles me as well, they always have this repetitive sets of people that patronize them for blood bags. It's a weird thing, but don't worry, I don't think they bite. More also, their hospital is approved by the government. You would forget them, existing in weeks more." Shade says to me, glancing at me through her natural, long lashes every now and then. "They'll soon appear as a shadow to you."I don't think I can forget them, the guy particularly, as he's like a stain I can't wash off. The way he looks at me at the walkway, I can still remember it. It is as if I'm seeing the same scene unfolds right in front of me again, and again, and again. "Maybe. How are your parents Shade?"She smil
Chapter one hundred and forty one. Anastasia's POV. Three weeks has passed and life hasn't been so fair to me. For Shade, her project is going fine, meaning fate is supporting her unlike me, who's sadden almost every time. She's submitted the atheistic portrait and it's pending, I think she'll get result of her success tonight which is the time the company gave to respond back to her. Mia, on the other side has changed completely— she and Shade are bossom best of friends. They spend time together than with each of them with me. Not that they wouldn't, but I haven't been paying much attention to them. I'm busy on offering my end of the bargain — finding out who Nicklaus Original is. And I don't care about distancing myself from my friends at all, finding Nicklaus hidden identity is my main priority. And I can't explain the obsession. It's like a charm— if that makes sense.When the bell rings, startling me as I'm brooding over my plans of discovery for today, totally not hearing al
Chapter one hundred and forty. Anastasia's POV. The conversation with Ylfa was, what's the word?, not very inspiring, and I do not think I would want to discuss anything further with her. I can tell it is unintentional, but when I am around her, she makes me feel like I am a mistake. As though it were my fault that I was back here,Fine, I do know that I'm a danger around them, but it wasn't my fault that Yaya Luna brought me back here. I am not being selfish here. And if need be or anything occurs, I will try my very best to make sure no one gets hurt because of me. And, oh, by the way, I almost forgot, but I brought the pistol Cole Hunter gave me. Actually, it wasn't intentional, but because of the meeting, I had put it in the trouser of the clothes I was wearing, and when Luna Daciana came to take me, I figured I did not need to put it down. We may need it on the way, and funny enough, I forgot again that it was with me until I changed this morning. I never thought I would use i
Chapter one hundred and thirty nine. Anastasia's POV. In a few minutes, we arrive in front of the door to my room. I smile at Luna Daciana as I turn to face her. By the way, I've been touching the pendant since without even noticing, as the tingling sensation would come in occasionally. At this point, I believe that it isn't coming from my head anymore, but I don't even think of complaining to her. "So, I guess I should leave you to your own space." She says, and I nod my head, affirming her. "Thanks, again, for today, and I'm so happy to be here, regardless of all that I said earlier." I refer back to what I said back in the storage room. She rolls her eyes as she waves me off with her left hand. "Don't sweat it." And with that, she clears her throat and takes one step backwards, away. "Sleep well, Anastasia.""Nighty night, Luna Daciana."She pouts. "Nah, we aren't back to doing that." What do I say? "We are Ana-mates." When she says that, I laugh. Does that even make sense?
Chapter one hundred and thirty eight. Anastasia's POV. My hands are tapped by someone else's, and I wake up with a gasp. It was more like bolting from the bed, actually. To be honest, my senses are actually at their peak here, and I can't say it's my fault. I mean, I'm literally still in danger and scared of whatever could happen to these werewolves and she-wolves just because their Luna decided to add to their plan, changing everything. Absolutely everything. I sigh and place my left hand on my chest when I see that it is Luna Daciana. "Sorry. "You know, I haven't gotten much sleep lately." I tell her, and she nods with a small smile on her face. I actually admire her understanding of my emotions and abilities as a human who's not supernatural like she is or any other of them are. I had dozed off earlier, and she's just waking me up. I now remember that she wanted to discuss something with me, and I'm guessing that's the reason why she had woken me up. By the way, I'm even glad
Chapter one hundred and seven. Anastasia's POV In the last few minutes since we've been here, resting, I have come near the fire to warm myself up. There is no snow falling here, but the cold is not comforting at all. By the way, there is a lake across from where we are sitting, and it's also bringing in mosquitoes around here. Anyway, apart from that and the cold, I think I'm a little okay. My mind is even at rest from all the running since yesterday night. At this point, a part of me believes that we cannot be found by Nicholas's men any more. We have distanced ourselves from the kingdom a lot. I caught Luna staring at me for the second time, and I think I just should speak out right now. "Why are you staring at me like that...or sort of glaring?" I ask a question, and she chuckles almost instantly. She isn't trying to lie, and she isn't, as she only finds it funny when I don't. I'm rather frowning, confused. "I am glaring at you." "That is offensive to say, right?" I say m
Chapter one hundred and thirty six. Nicholas's POV. As vampires, we are gifted with the power to bend some forces of nature. It didn't always used to be there until the time when the witches and wizards went into extinction. Most of us believe that we were gifted with these powers to show that nature still exists. Show that magic was never made so it can go into extinction along with the creatures meant to wield it. Anyway, I'm using this now for my own choices. Breathing in strongly, I run inhumanely towards the beach. My feet, because of the height of my speed, rove up heavy gusts of wind into the air. And the more I increase my acceleration, the greater the gust. Then, reaching the ocean, I head into it and begin swimming. I am not weakened by the change in gravity. My muscles help me move through the large body of water as though I am still on land and running towards something. In no time, I reach the ground of the water, and then, settling on its surface, I position myself