Chapter one hundred and ten. unedited. Anastasia's POV. "Aw, thank you." I say to Ola when she drops a bowl in front of me with a smile on her face. Then she goes away and comes back not long after with a cup of milk, dropping it on the table. "Oh, please," she says when I give her a facial expression that says thank you. She rolls her eyes and then occupies a seat on the footstool next to me. Madeleine is just coming to join us as well. And on her hand is a bottle of something that I don't understand well. I have my eyes squinted on it, trying to make sense of what it is. Then, when she lands it on the table, I flare my eyes in astonishment. Oh, it seems someone knows how to have fun, for real, and is supposedly one hundred and seventy-nine years old at that. "Jeez, we aren't doing this, are we?" Question tags Ola from her spot. For a second, she looks over to me, and I shrug. Seriously, I have only spent less than two hours here, and I feel so at home. I feel so safe, so yes
Chapter one hundred and eleven. Anastasia's POV. I arrived in my own room not long after, which left me surprised, as I was expecting that it'd be slow. Anyway, a few seconds later, I am being laid on the bed by Mr. Meany. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't even as harsh with the way he handled my body as I had thought he would be. After he is done tucking me in, I lose all consciousness and fall asleep. At least, that is all I remember until I wake up again. The heat beats out beads of sweat from my forehead, seeping them out such that when I swipe my hands over my forehead, it is full of sweat. I am breathing heavily, and above all, I do not feel comfortable at all. I was bent over and trying to sit up when, finally, my brain understood one of the reasons why I was in a high heat. I take off the thick body cover and go into a sitting position. My mouth is dry, and I think I need something to drink, but I cannot find my way. Actually, tonight, the moon is reflecting into the ro
Chapter one hundred and twelve. Anastasia's POV. Grabbing Nicholas by the collar of his shirt, I bring him up such that he is halfway in a sitting position, supporting himself with the help of one of his hands, and at the same time, while he is kissing me hard, the other hand helps to cup my face. The kid between us is hungry, and he served me just the way that I had wanted. I move my bottom, allowing my waist to rotate, grinding against him. By the time I would break the kiss to breathe in some air, he would have adjusted himself to be more comfortable, and then, having seated himself more comfortably, he would have used both of his hands to cup my face. "Ana, what do you think you're doing?" Nicholas has questions, and I just shake my head. Then, frowning, I tilted my head to the side and said, "I... I don't even know." Let's just say that, finally, I kissed the one and only King of all Vampires' Kings—and you kissed me right back. Plus, we are both adults, so..."Can you even
Chapter one hundred and thirteen. Nicholas's POV. Nicholas's POV. My breathing hitches as the pain from the metal cutlery sinks into my skin. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't supposed to feel the kind of pain that I am feeling, but Anastasia's suggestion that perhaps I was attacked with it made the pain sink in through every fiber of my body. I watch as she slides down the wall, having fallen into a deep slumber, which I made her body react to. Then, staggering backwards, I scoff as my left hand comes to wrap around the metal, and then, without wasting time, I yank it out. I gasp for air and shake my head in negativity towards myself. I throw the metal cutlery away, and then, once my stomach has healed, I run to the closet and choose to put on nothing but a white singlet and a very tight short that stops around my thighs. Then, heading to the bathroom as quickly as I can, which is very fast, I cleanse my hands, and then, coming back to the room, I pick Anastasia up and lay her
Chapter one hundred and fourteen. Nicholas's POV. My breathing hitches, as the pain from the metal cutlery, sinking into my skin. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't supposed to feel the kind of pain that I am feeling, but suggesting that, perhaps, I was attacked with it, by Anastasia made the pain sink in through every fiber of my body. I watch as she slides down the wall, having fallen into a deep slumber which I made her body react to. Then, staggering backwards, I scoff as my left hand come to wrap around the metal and then, without wasting time, I yank it out. I gasp in air and shaking my head in a negativity towards myself, I throw the metal cutlery away and then, once my stomach has healed, I run to the closet and chose to put on nothing but a white singlet and a very tight short that stops around my thighs. Then, heading to the bathroom, as quick as I can, which is very fast, I cleanse my hands and then, coming back to the room, I pick Anastasia up and lay her on the bed.
Chapter one hundred and fifteen Anastasia's POV. Softly, my eyes open. I look around, and without any fear, I have recognized the room I am in. It is Nicholas's. I look around as I sit up with my hands supporting my change of position. My body feels sick. I think I might have malaria, and honestly, right now, I won't mind getting anything to drink—something hot, though. In fact, I need tea so badly. Having sat up and become comfortable, I stopped wandering my eyes and shifting my head from the left to the right the moment my sight zeroed in on Nicholas. He is in the room. I swear, I wasn't expecting it. Of course, it is his room, but does he even stay there except for the nights, which aren't even compulsory for him? I watch as he is asleep, or whatever it is they call it in the vampire language. He is slurping downwards such that his back is arched inside, and I am sure that for a human, they would have woken up in body pain from that position. I watch as his arms spread in
Chapter one hundred and sixteen Anastasia's POV. Hillary remains silent, not talking, and I, on the other hand, act like I do not care. He chuckles the moment I place the cup of tea close to my lips, and it burns. "Yeah, for someone as sadistic as you are, it's no big deal that you find that funny." I tell him, and his lips shift to the side. Oh, jeez. I think I might have offended him, but then, if I have, he does know how to hide it. He clears his throat as he walks over to my front. And then, collecting the cup of tea from me, he blows into it and gives it back to me. With hesitation, I look into it first, and then placing it close to my lips, I come to realize it's gotten warm and not hot like it was earlier. "Now, tell me, what is the catch?" Why are you being nice? I question him. And this time, I sound demanding, wanting nothing but an honest question. "I see you no longer consider me to be fair with you." "Well, when you think of it, is there a reason why you should?
Chapter one hundred and seventeen Anastasia's POV. My nerves spike up for some reason. I can't even think of anything right now. He arrives in front of me and stops. "I see you're ready," he says, smiling at me. That is strange. He doesn't even look angry at all. I think he's just trying to act this way so I can feel like he is a good person when he isn't. He is being hypocritical to his true self, which is to fight fire with fire. "And, um, I'm here to lead you to the vehicle." So, please..." His voice trails off as he spreads his hand for me to take. I take it and smirk, my lips shifting to the left. "Thanks," I mutter, and he nods. "My pleasure." He entwined his fingers in mine and led me out of the room with him. We get to the hallway, and for the first time since I've been in this place, I see vampires roaming the hallway like they've never done before. It is usually empty. We arrive in a new room, and I see a lot more of them. Most of them are working on the internal deco
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