Chapter Thirty. Nicholas's POV. The sane Hillary in media. We are back to my house. I am sure that in less than an hour later, Anastasia would be home, and it would be surprising if she sees me, because she wouldn't be expecting it. Hillary is with me. I go to a hidden bar in the library room, having pressed a password button to shuffle it out into the open, and take out two blood bags of AB+ blood group. I pass one to Hillary and cut mine and drink right away from the sachet. N "You don't even have the courtesy to get a glass cup to drink from." He is not lecturing me. He is definitely not. Not the sarcasm. "Stop it." I laugh and look away, and he joins in. He pauses for a minute before he talks, "what you did in the woods, I am proud of you. It's great that you didn't kill all those men. You're being a changed Vampire, you know. And I meant changing for the better, please." He rolls his eyes, knowing I wanted to interject his words earlier. "You caught me. And did you ju
Chapter Thirty-One. Anastasia's POV. Have you ever been so shocked that you couldn't even take notice of what you so badly want to? I mean I can see his dick, dangling in between his leg like some BBC, which I would rather change to BWC, as judging from his skin complexion, but because of my shock, I couldn't even check it well. If this was in a movie, I'd be insulting the lady for having overreacted. However, in reality, it isn't any better. But, regardless, I can say that that penis was huge...and wait, oh, my.... I can see it now. I am staring into it. How did I get here? A quick reverse, please: I got tired at some point. Those paperworks are so killing that I regretted having suggested that I helped Olivia with it. She had looked like she could handle it, but I just wanted to occupy myself with something and because of that, I put myself in a lot of work. So, when Olivia told me that the kids' driver called her that the kids would soon be home, I hurried to leave the of
Chapter Thirty-Two Anastasia's POV. I am not going to be myself for weeks. I haven't talked that much to the kids and thankfully, it seem they have just gotten a new playstation, so they have been in their room, testing it out. Nicholas hasn't come out, too, so I guess, I am still fine as it is. I am in the kitchen and I am preparing us dinner. It would be lasagna with salmon fish, sprinkled into it. I am trying to make it just as my mom used to with her recipe. I hope the kids and Nicholas, himself likes it. I have been talking to Kira since the past few minutes since I began cooking. She has whispered to me that she was present at what happened earlier, which I can't even say. It brings back the memory afresh and that is why I have said I won't be myself for weeks. It's crazy enough that it happened with my boss, but that Kira caught us, too? That's much crazier. She has whispered to me that I may not have seen Nicholas's facial expression due to my shock, but that he has
Chapter Thirty-Three. Anastasia's POV. (Totally unedited) As he said, I haven't laid my eyes on him for the past two weeks. Yes, a whole whooping two weeks. But then, he had called it some business meeting he needed to attend. Olivia has been with me in the house for the past two weeks. About the kids, Nicholas took them along, saying he needed to take them on a tour, after all. Tonight, there will be a ball party sponsored by Eclipse Publishing company and I am still surprised by the fact that its CEO isn't around to celebrate with us. Funny enough, just before Nicholas left, I understood the lists I was helping Olivia with. New staffs have been hired, having had some of the old ones fired, where Sebastian Hunter was amongst. I used to wonder why I haven't been seeing him lately, but since of recent, I now do understand. I could have called his contact, but what if I say I am fazed by his actions. I do want to talk to him, but at the same time, I have this feeling pulling m
Chapter Thirty-Four.Anastasia's POV.Another shot settles down my throat, and I close my eyes once again, tightly shut. This sensation, I mean it, isn't getting better with each shot I take. It only continues to burn my inside. My stomach feels so warm now, and just a few minutes ago, Olivia stops me from drinking more. She said something that I can't really recall, but of like, "don't drink anymore, or you would have a really bad stomachache." I didn't listen to her, though, and now, I feel really uncomfortable. I wish I was indoor, and I could take off my clothes. It's as though there's a heater turned on here. "Thanks," I say to Gregor, as he goes to get me a bottle of cold water. He said it'll help with my dizziness. Dizziness? I don't feel dizzy, but I don't have the urge to argue with him.By the way, he's still standing at the other side of the booth, watching me with calculating eyes. Olivia, on the other hand, has left few minutes ago to check if the ballroom isn't as cro
Chapter Thirty-Five. Anastasia's POV. The more seconds that passes by, the more I wish Sebastian Hunter has started explaining stuffs to me. This is exactly what is called fantasy come true. It feels like a dream to me, but this time, I don't want to wake. Furthermore, I want this to be true. I want it real that Vampires actually exist. That Hunters, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards actually exist. Yes, it's crazy but it is fascinating as a fantasy genre author to see their imagination come through. It's crazy how before my parents died, I used to live in that dream to excite my life, but now, after they're gone, everything's changed and it's now a reality. I listen to Sebastian Hunter. "There is so much that Human beings don't know, that they have forgotten, that they are blinded towards, and yes, you are included, but I can't just hide it away from you. I don't know why, but you're different, Ana and for that, I am telling you this." He gulps, taking a pause, "what you Humans
Chapter Thirty-Six.Anastasia's POV.Sebastian's words, his truth, hit me in the gut harshly than the alcohol earlier did. It is true that the truth hurts, but really, I needed it and I know I will survive it. Subsequently, he has told me that Hillary, Olivia, Gregor, Nicholas, the kids, Anthony and Owen and all other staffs I have even seeing in the office lately after, all those that aren't included in the list of those fired, they are all Vampires. Even the newly hired ones, they are all Vampires. The humans and the Hunters are the ones most recently fired, which brings me to the question of why I wasn't fired, too.I didn't actually ask him, but to me, I feel like if he is right, then, surely, something is missing somewhere that most likely, even Sebastian can not decipher, or that he hasn't been able to. There's a reason why I lasted more than the other nannies, and that is a question that I need answered. I want to know why, but well, it seems that truth would have to wait, as
Chapter Thirty Seven.Anastasia's POV.I have stopped my ear-piercing scream. I expected to feel some pain at least, but I don't. Instead, I feel myself wrapped in someone's arms. It is cool and makes my body feel safe and tells it that I am uninjured. I open my eyes and blink up to see Nicholas's face. I took notice that this is the first time I'll ever see him this close. I could see the flawlessness in his facial skin. I can see the rigidity of his cheeks and his jaw. Furthermore, I took notice of how attractive every part of him makes him look. I took notice of how shaved chevron beards. Wait, Vampires in this world grow beards, too? Wow. I mean, I've seen a lot of Vampires in the movies grow beards, but it's just a movie, isn't it? It's just Fantasy. This is reality. Anyway, back to the topic, my eyes trails every inch of his alluring face. His eyes are still glowing, and they called my attention. I can see their colours now. It is some type of red. Oh, crimson red. He still lo
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