Chapter Forty.Nicholas's POV.The moment I got here, I have tapped my presence into Olivia's head, and we can now communicate without having to talk to each other physically. I have also tapped into Anastasia's mind, but she doesn't know. The moment I did just that, my monster flows into her. From the anger my monster and I are feeling, our feelings have gotten amplified. By the way, it has been a long time, a very long one, since I have a reason to use nature's abilities. I have usually loved to depend on my monstrous abilities, which are the Vampires abilities, such as fighting with my agility: fangs, strong-ness, claws and wit. However, tonight, I got so pissed that I ripped into using my other abilities of being able to lift things with my mind. It feels good to bring the full powers of mine back and because of it, I am able to bend these Hunters to my will.With my hands spread out, I gnash my fangs, "kneel!" And they dare not disobey that other. Their training may have been on
Chapter Forty One.Unedited.Nicholas's POV."We have a discussion here, one that you are so wanting to speak of, you have summoned us all in abruptness, as I would love to place," Cornelius sighs, "hmm, I so very would love to know what it is about." He finishes, a chuckling coming from him. In another state, I would be angry at him, disturbing the conversation but I am not this time around. I am ever focused and not caring of where this would lead. In the end, they will listen. "Cornelius, would you, please, keep your lips closed? You should visiting that therapist I sent over to your Kingdom sometime. You need to learn how to be sensitive at times to occurrence." States Enit'ayanf, one of the saint within us, after Hillary. He is just as less violent as when it comes to spilling of blood, but one thing he is different in is that he and Cornelius always have issues when both are involved in a conversation. They don't agree to disagree, they disagree to agree, meaning, within their
Chapter Forty Two.Nicholas's POV.I am standing in front of a mirror in my room. I am positioned in a manner that seemed as though I am looking outside, but instead, I am locked inside my mind. Since last night, my anger has faded, although, not completely, but enough to make me think things through. I have done things that I do not see myself, wanting to talk about as of the moment, as thus is the reason why I have shunned Kira since last night. I have done something to Anastasia that I am not proud of, and normally, it is a thing I would have no regret for. However, she is different, as she is my mate, hence why I would never forget myself when the symptoms begin, when the pain that follows begins. I haven't talked with Hillary since this new day. The sun is high up in the sky. He has been trying to reach me, but I am glad that he doesn't press my forcing my mind to open up to him. He is so understandable and cultured in most things that he figures I do not want to talk to anyone
Chapter Forty Three.(Unedited)Anastasia's POV. I am frozen in a spot. However, I can breathe well. I find myself not panicky, even though, I feel lost and locked away in some sort of darkness I cannot escape from. It feels weird: I feel weird, but then, I pay attention to my surrounding. I could feel something sort under me. My face, too, I could feel that same softness. Not long after, I begin to sense some lightness. I can tell that the light is here, reaching for me, but I am the one not responding. Then, it struck me.I am just not opening my eyes and then, when I did, the rays of the sun shoots into my eyes, sending my brain the signal to close to my eyes just as fast I had snapped them open. Quickly, I turn to the other side, facing the other wall of the room. When I open my eyes again, I am okay. I have some tears, brimming the surface, but it's nothing to worry about. Sitting up, my hands positioning me to be comfortable enough, I figured I am not in my room. Wait, is th
Chapter Forty Four.(Unedited)Anastasia's POV.Nicholas and I haven't talked for the past fifteen minutes, I assume. I have my eyes centered on the pasta, waiting for the water to dry, since Nicholas has added too much water, at first, I supposed it won't be as edible as it should be. I know he is behind me, but I do not want to turn to look at me. I feel as though there's a fire placed behind me, not hurting, but calling to me; it is as though, his eyes cause that needing burn. It is about another five minutes later when I begin to dish our plates. He's taken his seat, and for some reasons, my subconscious is screaming, "wife-y," at me as I pass him his drink after. I am smiling, hard, and take my seat next to him. Since the small table is circular, there's no actual head seat. With his figure, being so close to me, I could almost feel his elbow, touching mine. I am so glad he cannot read my mind, or I would be doomed with embarrassment. "Anastasia," Nicholas calls. When I look
Chapter Forty Five. Nicholas's POV.I haven't eaten that much of human foods in a while. I come from the supernatural realm, so what do you think? I mean, I have been on this earth to have seen a lot of changes in it, specifically on this part of human evolution on foods, but in contraction, I still find no great satisfaction in it, and that's because my father never allowed me nor my sister to have a taste of it. I started right after his banishment and imprisonment. Anyway, that isn't a lovely story, so I do not need immersing in it. Kira is pissed at me. I have blocked her from my head, as she is using not only her artificial intelligence, but the power of witchery in her system to bombard my mind with unnecessary complaint. At this point, I do not regret what I did to Anastasia. The fact that she is fine and smiling, it is such a good change for her. This is what she would want, regardless of her firstly asking for her consent if she would like me to take away her memories of
Chapter Forty Six.Nicholas's POV.Anastasia makes me endure things that normally I would not. Like, for example, I have been listening to her tell me about the first part of the movie, which is something, if another human or even a Vampire, for example, one like Cornelius was doing, I'd have shunned them or manipulate their minds to see me still interested in listening when I am not. I may not even be there anymore, but create an illusion in their minds to think I still am. Speaking of Cornelius, that dude is a confused fellow to himself and a confusing one to people around him. You wouldn't imagine an uncultured creature such as him could find delight in human movies. If I remember correctly, that is the only thing he sees humanity useful for, and again, it all boils to his entertainment.We arrive at the Cinema house. Getting down from the car, I hurry to the other side and get Anastasia open her door. "I can do that by myself, you know. But thank you." She tells me with delight
Chapter Forty Seven.Unedited.Nicholas's POV. My monster continues to control our speed, adding to the race. I run in such manner that everything seem paused in my eyes and as though I could phase through anything solid or liquid, as the air practically becomes an entity I could not feel. I remain pulled with one mindset, and which to clear this grudge with the Hunters. I want to make myself clear with them, about Anastasia. I know Sebastian will be with his father, Cole Hunter, which is the reason I am determined to do this once and for all. Afterward, if he won't heed and stop sending more men after us, I would kill each and every one of them without delay, without second thoughts. I am getting closer to the Hunters city, to their territory. Yes, I can feel the change in the energy. Hunters have protected their place with qualities of nature that any Vampire cannot just walk in without getting fried. When I say these people are bitches, you have got to believe it. There are tw
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