Chapter Twenty-One.Anastasia's POV.The next morning, I wake up to the sun, beaming inside the room, its rays licking my skin such that I had to peel the sheets off of my body. Jeez! I forgot to close the curtains last night. Rolling off of the bed, I slip into my flip flops and go to stand in front of the sill, allowing the rays of the sun touch my face. The warmth is alluring, and the sensation behind is made me feel all bubbly. In my head, I think of how the day is going to go, but I just can't make sense of it. I have absolutely not even the faintest idea. I just know that I would be watching over the kids while they do their hair and, probably, other things, too. "Good morning, Miss Sanusi. I am sorry for not having woke you up early. I was busy throughout the day, so I wasn't monitoring your sleep." Kira says, in a sense, barging into my room without actually, but in this sense, with her voice. She can be still be very strange to me."It's fine. But if you don't mind me ask
Chapter Twenty-Two.Anastasia's POV.I am standing at the entrance to the gym center. Kira is silent, and I so wish she is in a human form, so I could know what she's up to right now.Reason for my act of hypnotism: In front of me, at a near distance, is Nicholas, shirtless. He is working on his balance, on a beam.His hands hold the bar, and once he's gripped it tightly, I literally heard him breathe out, before leveling into the air, using the bar to hold himself from falling. He manages to attain a straight figure for a while, a long while, I think, because right now, my brain isn't functioning as it should. I am jaw-dropped right now, staring at his muscles as they pop out. His warm beige skin is practically flawless, except for a very little reddish line from stress, that if I hadn't paid too much attention, I wouldn't have noticed.He looks like a some yet-to-be-discovered Greek god when his hair falls on his face, covering his forehead and a bit of his left eye.He stayed in
Chapter Twenty-Three. Anastasia's POV. I watch the street of Los Angeles. It is so beautiful. This street in particular is beautiful. I cannot begin to express how grand it is. There is light traffic today, so I am able to intricately admire the fineness of the area. Because the windows are tinted in a shade of black, the rays of the sun couldn't enter. The car soon stops at a spot. I turn my face to the other side to see a building, like the size of a bungalow in height, but in width, it goes a long way ahead. After we get down, the driver calls my attention, "I'll be back here in one hour and thirty minutes precisely, Mr Nicholas's order. He expects you would have been done with everything." "Okay." The man shares me a light smile before he rolls up the car window and drives off. He looks like he is in his thirties, by the way. "Guys, let's go!" I say with a heavy voice and begin walking to the entrance, but the kids aren't following me. I turn to my back, and wave my han
Chapter Twenty-Four.Anastasia's POV.I am in another room. It is full of different clothing, for different outings, occasions, situations and let's add one more: for weathers. I have helped the kids pick the kinds that I think they would love, and for the past forty minutes since Glamour has been here with me, he hasn't said anything. I know, right?So strange of his talkative nature, or such I thought he was. I decided to say, "when you asked me to come with you earlier, I thought you wanted to discuss with me about how or why did I get to address to my boss as just Nicholas. Is it not allowed?""It is not." He tells me in a straight voice. There's a sternness, more like a difficulty, some strain of some kind behind his voice. Hehe!I get it now, so I stare at him, not moving my eyes away. Thankfully, I am done with the selections now. His eyes caught mine and thus time, I am staring at him, not him, at me, not him, surfing into my soul."Ugh! Stop that." He waves his hand in fron
Chapter Twenty-Five. (Totally unedited)Anastasia's POV.Exactly. Like what the actual fuck? I need to wake up from this lucid dream, because it doesn't look like reality anymore. I am feeling like I'm in one of my old romantic novels, whether on the fantasy genre or not, where things like this occur. This is real life, and there's no way I am meeting both Hillary and Cole in this place, like the other day, at the office. For some reasons, I feel that is exactly. I mean, exactly what is going to happen right now if I don't talk.And when I begin to talk, the kind of look Hillary gave me, I regret instantly that I decided to even say anything, "hey, Hillary...I did not expect you to be here..." I stop talking immediately and afterwards, his eyes shift from me to Cole Hunter. Then, he narrows his eyes at him, but he says nothing. When Hillary's eyes return to my face, I wonder why he could he this angry. For a moment, I never thought it could be at me, but at Cole, until he says, "I
Chapter Twenty-Six.Nicholas's POV. I dash through the air, speeding right into the house like a flash. When I arrive in the lounge, I stop and take notice of my surrounding. I know no one would be around by this time, but my instinct can't be depressed, hence my reason. "Kira." I call. She clears her throat and appears as a Three-D opposite to me, a faceless head, coming out from the wall but I can tell even without an eye, it is looking at me. She is looking at me. "I thought you'd never call my name.""You are not with Anastasia, so you need not use the word, "thought"." I tell her, but she laughs instead. What the heck?"Also, you're in your house, so you need not run in like it's not yours." She contradicts with something I never expected. "Well, as it is my house, I can do as I please.""Nah, you're a Vampire, not a Human, if you want me to remind you, so you are meant to be different. That is a human thing. You have to have courtesy. Like, how old are you now? Eight hundred
Chapter Twenty-Seven.Nicholas's POV.I can still feel his rage, Hillary's rage. He isn't taking things easy with Cole. His outburst is getting the better of him, and I doubt he would remain in his sanity any longer. I have gotten to near the building and just after, Cole pushed Hillary on the chest, shuffling him backwards, his monster is half released, almost untamed, but I instill an agony from one of my crazy past, some crazy experience that I never want to remember again into Hillary's mind through mine. We both feel the pain and sizzle at it. It helped distract Hillary's monster, so he was able to attain his sanity again, but he is still pissed and ready to attack Cole back, but I am, all of a sudden, in-between them, my hands stopping Hillary by pushing him at his chest. When he sees me, his brows come together in a frown. I believe that is his angry way of telling me that he appreciates how I helped stopped him from going crazy, and at the same time, annoyed that I didn't l
Chapter Twenty-Eight. Nicholas's POV. (Totally unedited) There is a dim, radiating off of me, and I cannot be sure as to why I am feeling that way. It has become too much that I am trying my best to push it away, but it seem not to leave. I can't tell whose emotion it is, but strongly it resides in my dead heart, weighing on it that it could be subjected as pain. It is morning, and I am in the elevator to my office room. My head is down, my powers searching from where the dull sensation comes from. To be honest, I, too, find it hard to focus. My mind has been fixated on Cole Hunter, trying to figure out what he is planning for us, the Vampires. He would get us angry, and when that happens, it would take a great troll on the Hunters. As he has said, we are a dead creature, so obviously, it's the living who's got more blood to share, as that is what every war demands, and this is what he is rumbling. When the door dings and I get out, walking on my way to my office, I get my t
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