Chapter Fifty One3rd POV."Nicholas, the King Of All Vampire's Kings, is hiding something." Whispers Cole Hunter, the Third, as he finishes the last content in the wine cup. He slams it down onto the table, not enough for it to break, but make a thud sound. He takes a stand and watch as Nicholas, the King Of All Vampire's Kings, walk away from his room. He is smiling on the outside, his own trick to keep his raging emotions at bay and at the same time, make it hard for any Vampire, recap: any Vampire, to use his facial expression to read his mind. He is an old Hunter and has learned many ways of causing difficulty in mind-reading for any Vampire. It is one of the reasons why he is the Hunters' king. He has learned what is needed to give the other supernatural lesser power over him, and oh, let us not even begin on the many of Werewolves and Vampires that he has captured over time and examined to know their weak spots and how to easily defeat them. One can say that is why he is able
Chapter Fifty Two.Anastasia's POV.In the dark, the air hits my face, hard. I cannot open my eyes. I am running too fast, unnatural, inhumanly, unknowingly. It is as though I am doing things without realization. I cannot open my eyes as much as I attempt to. The wind is just too much, forcing me to leave it tightly shut because of fear of losing my sight. Then, it dawned on me when, all of a sudden, the flashy motion stops. I open my eyes and find that my sight is fixated on a cliff, and even though I cannot see my body, I can tell that the end of the cliff is just ahead of my sight, and oh fuck, I am at its brink. Inside me, I am wailing from the fear of falling, but at the same time, I felt an arm around me. There is a presence, and it seemed I am being carried by that body. My own body is a disembodied nature. Before I know it, the race begins, again and then, I figured that it is the person that is running, not me. Not me at all. The person is the non-human one here. Sudden
Chapter Fifty Three.Anastasia's POV.In my room, I am back on the bed, lying on it. My face is positioned such that I can see the watch. The time is seven forty-eight. I should be dressed by now, but no, I am still on the bed, tired and fed up with those dreams. I don't know what is happening to me, which is the hardest part to deal with. People have dreams, nightmares, fine, but not just like that. I didn't watch any horror movies to begin with, nor did I face anything that would make my brain get fed by fear. I push myself up and go to the bathroom. Let's get ready for the day. Yes, I should, again, try to fight it from affecting my productivity.I get myself under the shower and as much as I have planned to take a quick shower, I failed at that. When I am done, it is after eight already. Figuring out that I don't actually care if I get late or not, at least one can be less productive at times, and it's not like I would be getting fired, I take myself to a seat in front of the mi
Chapter Fifty Four. Anastasia's POV. Unedited. There's not really much to talk about whilst the drive last. It was totally awkward and a punishment on my side, ish. The moment we arrived at the company, I was so glad. Thankfully, Nicholas got the hint that I don't want to talk to him and didn't push anything. It was only at the start of the drive that he talked, and it was about work, so I didn't feel much pressured. Well, truth be told, I am not being cold intentionally. I mean, when I was with him at first, I don't have dreams where he kills me or drink my blood, every night. Now, because of those nightmares, I see him as a total stranger. Or at least, someone I should be wary of. I feel like this is a way of my body telling me that I need to be careful of him, and that I shouldn't get too close, as I was before. I mean, I don't even know much about him apart from the fact that he is a rich young man. Argh. My head is getting twisted. He's not a bad person, is he? It's onl
Chapter Fifty Five. Unedited.Anastasia's POV.The first questions that came to my mind at first. Is he crazy? Has he lost his mind? Wait, how the heck is that even possible? Is this some dream state I'm in again?I resort to blinking my eyes, again, which is for the seventh time now. There's a masculine figure at the window, on the other side, outside. My eyes are still unbelieving of what it is seeing. Here he is, Cole Hunter, in the flesh, hovering in the air without some rope or something of sort, keeping him in the air. I still can't believe my sight. When he smiles at me, I come to know that I've finally lost it. "Oh, God. I'm going psycho." I say to myself, my voice out loud, though. "No, you're not. I'm here, for real." He tells me and I squint my eyes at him. Because of the ray of sun, shining through, at his sides, my hands go to cover my face a bit so I can see him clearly. "What the fuck? You fly?" I mean, it's crazy. This is real world. And then, a thought drops
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 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