"I… Maya…" that was all he could say.Anya stood there, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern.Caleb dropped the piece of snack he was about to munch on and stared in horror at the sheer amount of blood staining Vincent's shirt. "Whose blood is that?" Anya finally managed to ask, her voice trembling.Vincent looked up at them, tears glistening in his eyes, and uttered the name that sent shockwaves through the air, "Maya."Anya felt her knees go weak, and she sank back into her seat to avoid collapsing."Maya…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, her hand clutching her chest as if trying to hold her heart together.As her eyes remained closed, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within her. She was lost, drowning in a sea of disbelief and sorrow. But just as a coherent thought began to form, Caleb beat her to it. By the time Anya opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of Caleb lifting Vincent off the ground, a mixture of anger and concern etched across his face. Vinc
The doctor delivered the news, observing Anya's face transition from surprise to impassivity. The revelation didn't shock her; she had always intuited that Vincent hadn't shared the whole story. Her role seemed to be keeping the situation from spiralling out of control, which wasn't the case for Caleb."What do you think happened?" Caleb inquired, taking a few steps toward the doctor."There was a fall, which impacted her head. Additionally, she suffered a broken hand, but that doesn't quite add up," the doctor explained."Was she bleeding when she arrived here?" Caleb probed further."Yes, there were bruises, and the most significant one was in her brain. We've addressed that issue. The broken hand wasn't an open wound, so there was no bleeding," the doctor responded, maintaining focus on the duo. When it became evident that no more questions were forthcoming, he excused himself and departed for his office.Caleb and Anya stood in silence for several moments, a pause only broken by t
The city night had deepened, casting a shroud over the unfolding events. As Caleb and Anya stepped into the bustling police department, the air seemed heavy with anticipation. They approached the front desk, where a tired officer glanced up at them."Can we help you?" the officer asked with a hint of weariness in his voice."We're looking for any recent reports of car accidents," Caleb replied, his gaze steady."Sure, give me a moment," the officer said, typing into his computer. After a brief pause, he looked up again. "There was a report of a hit-and-run incident about two days ago. A car collided with a pedestrian, and the driver fled the scene. The victim was taken to the hospital."Caleb and Anya exchanged a glance. Two days ago... that's far say. Maya was injured today. The pieces were far from falling into place. "Was there no car accident today, during the early evenings, to be precise?" Anya asked.The officer shook his head. He went further to discuss the only accident that
As Caleb and Anya stepped out of the dense forest, tendrils of tension lingered palpably in the air around them. The moon cast an eerie glow over the city's streets, now hushed in a stark departure from the chaos they had left behind. With hearts still pounding from the recent confrontation, they walked side by side in silence, lost within the labyrinth of their own contemplations.Anya's voice shattered the quietude, her determination cutting through. "We can't let Maya's situation go unanswered. Vincent's version of events doesn't hold water. Maya attacking him? Something's not right. We have to unearth the truth, and we have to do it fast."Caleb's response was a resolute nod, his features etched with resolve. "Agreed. We'll delve deeper into this mystery. We owe Maya that much.""By the way, one of us needs to stay home from school tomorrow, Anya silently communicated. Tomorrow morning, she'll wake up disoriented and starving. Plus, she'll need a change of clothes. Though I'm unsu
Anya and Caleb had decided that watching a movies was a good way to pass time while they waited for the news of Maya's waking up. They had their eyes glued to Anya's television screen to a horror movie —Caleb’s choice — when Anya's phone vibrated. Caleb's eye glanced at the wall clock and he noted that it was past 8 pm at night. Anya tore her eyes from the screen and reached for her phone on the centre table. Her grip tightened around her phone, the screen lighting up with an incoming text. The air seemed to still for a moment before their heart began to race, the message pulling them into a mix of emotions. It was from the hospital."Maya's awake. You need to be here now."A rush of relief intermingled with urgency surged through them. They didn't waste a second to dash out of Anya's apartment to the road, immediately raising their hand to hail a taxi, trembling slightly as they gave the driver the address. The city lights painted streaks of colour across the darkened sky as
Anya and Caleb sat very close to Maya's bed as she slept, her bosom rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her face was serene as she slept as if there was nothing to be worried about. Both had their eyes on her, worry etched into their faces. After sitting in minutes of total solitude, Anya broke her gaze on her lover, her former lover, closing her eyes slowly. She didn't know if this was a good time to start afresh or to just ignore everything and allow time to do its thing. It was as if Caleb read her mind when he broke the silence to chip in his two cents, his eyes still on a napping Maya. "You can start afresh with her, given that her mind isn't awake yet. You can even control or keep her in love with you, and wipe away the other parts of her memory that knows." He finished his gaze on the sleeping beauty unwavering. Anya opened her eyes slowly, dragging it to Caleb's face. Anya took her time to read his facial expression which looked serious and stern, until she saw a gentle
"Isn't it the betrayer of the brethren? I wonder, who else could it possibly be?"The voice brought Caleb to a stop. He began to search for where it had come from. He knew the voice, that rich timber-like bass voice, that should send fear down your spine as a werewolf, but all it has ever done is annoy Caleb. He searched frantically in all directions to locate the source of the voice. Suddenly, a subtle movement on a fence caught his attention, and there he was.""Vincent." He simply said looking at him with a curtailed rage. "First-name basis now, Caleb? Why are you out here alone? Where's your mistress, your chosen one?" Huh?Caleb glanced at him, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Vincent,' he repeated, closing the distance between them. "So you douse yourself with dust so that no one can smell you moving about or sneaking out from people's houses, especially Anya's." He added swiftly. Closing the gap, Vincent locked his gaze on Caleb with a glare. "I doused myself because I knew I
Vincent entered the principal's office with an air of purpose, his gaze locked on Mr. Surajo. The principal regarded him with a professional demeanour, waiting for Vincent to state his reason for being there. Vincent intended to present himself as a concerned relation, a concerned parent perhaps, rather than a confrontational figure."Good morning, Mr. Surajo," Vincent greeted, his tone polite and composed."Good morning," the principal replied with a nod. "How can I help you?"Vincent took a moment, his gaze shifting to the desk momentarily before returning to the principal's eyes. He needed to make this appear genuine. "I'm here on behalf of my nephew, who happens to be in the same class as one of your teachers, Ms. Watson."Mr. Surajo's eyebrows raised slightly, his interest piqued. "I see. Is there something you'd like to discuss about Ms. Watson's class?"Vincent paused for a dramatic effect, letting the implication of his words linger in the air. "Yes, there is indeed something
We walk into Maya's class and there she is seated, staring into an empty space. I try to read her mind, but can't. It feels like an endless void, the kind I felt the day I connected to Mr Rodriguez. Just dark! Perhaps, it was the distance between us, so I close the gap as fast as I can. Getting close to her, I squat down by her feet to directly look into her eyes, but her gaze is far away. It feels as if she is in a different world altogether. She doesn't say a word to either myself or Caleb, let alone acknowledge our presence. Out of desperation to make contact with her, I glance at the table and I take one of her hands into mine. Her usually soft and warm palm feels cold. Outside, the sun seems to be in a competition with humans to ascertain who is hotter. “So, why is her palm this cold?” I whisper to myself. If a pin had dropped on the floor, it will be like a bomb, that's how quiet the classroom is and it's unnerving. “What's up with her? Can you feel her?” Caleb’s voice rise
Everything is as it should be. I know this because I am standing in front of Maya's class after the bell for school over rang. Her students, just like mine, have joined the ocean of bodies swimming towards the gate, others walking to the car park to join their parents and older siblings. The rest headed towards where the school bus is parked. Maya isn't in her class. She may have gone out to get something. All I have to do is wait. And so I wait. I sit down on one of the chairs in front of her table and automatically bring out my phone to while away the boredom threatening to descend on me in the absence of anyone to talk to and anything to do. I open my chat to text the good doctor as Anya likes to refer to him. Gius, that's his name, isn't a call person, texting is his style. He would spend an entire twenty-four hours thumbing the screen of his phone if he had a cleared-out schedule. Myself on the other hand never minded. As luck may have it, he is online, and so, we text. He wan
It is as if my legs couldn't carry me any longer. It felt as if I had been standing up for over an hour. My students were working on a science project that they had chosen in our previous lesson. I had come to the board to illustrate something when I turned towards the door because noise was coming from the corridor. Anya stood by my door staring at me. She was elegant. She never slouch, but now she was. Why is she looking at me that way? Is she scared of me or scared of what she's about to say? "Hey," I voiced out. "Hey yourself." She responded with a weak smile and walked in. I returned her smile with a nervous one. Watching her take her steps one after the other made me realise that she was being cautious. It didn't take me up to a minute to site the backpack she had on. It was puffy and looked heavy. About two steps away from me, she whispered, "I'm going home." I connected the dots and my gaze softened to sympathy. I wanted to take her hands into mine and pull her into a hu
"Why did you uncloak here with the kids…"The question died on my lips as I glanced around. Every pupil had their eyes fixed not on anything in particular. Their hands, body, stopped, as in frozen."What's wrong with the…"My questions died on my lips again as I looked at her. Birdie May happens to have one of the strangest powers. Did she just freeze my class? Did she pause time? "Yes, I paused time," her voice vibrated in my head. Yeah I forgot about that power, too. "I paused time within this environment. You have that power too. Any pure blood can do that with some training. No lamb should be able to break the barrier unless they have both legs into old religion." She explained casually like one explaining why cereal is for breakfast. I stared at her in a mixture of wonder and astonishment. Silence fell upon us as she fixed her gaze on me. As we gazed at each other, I found out that I couldn't read her mind, she was blocking me out on purpose. "I will be leaving town today.
Before anyone tells me that my days any where are numbered, I usually feel it. That was the same feeling I had as I walked into Mr. Surajo office and a scent waffed into my nose. I walked passed his secretary tapping into the strong girl part of me as I proceeded into his office and stood tall against Vincent who sat on plastic seat opposite the principal. I fought endlessly to subdue the urge to glance at him but I caved in. The disdain in his eyes almost floored me, but I had to keep my shield as high as possible as I focused my attention on the principal. "You sent for me?" I asked him as I turned fully towards him. "I did." His gaze was on everything and everyone else apart from me. Was he worried about firing me or about what he will find out if he questions me?The silence that descended on us was like a heavy blanket trying to squeeze life out of me, but I had to remain calm and clearheaded for the shots to come. I fixed my eyes on him while my mind travelled back and fo
Today isn't my day. I have no desire to be where I am currently even though it is a Monday. Everything around me is irritating me. Merely hearing voices around riles me up. As if it isn't bad enough, suddenly my co-teachers want to say hi which I am not in the mood for. On top of all these, I have this unease, fear of something bad happening today. What’s up with you, dude? You don’t look happy today, why? Anya’s voice pulled me out of my head.I threw a glance her way and saw concern on her face.“Nothing, just not in the mood for being an adult today,” I responded, transferring my gaze to the window and my eyes fell on students playing. I sighed and held back the comment of Maya coming in to ask me the same question. Dear Universe, let today be one of those Mondays that she is too busy to go for a break, I wish. I had barely sighed when my eyes fell on the tall glass of wine called Maya as she made her way to Anya’s class. it is not all prayers that the universe answers after a
My aunt's voice cut through our little make-out. I practically held myself from openly whining about it. We withdrew our lips but our hands were still making contact with our body parts. None of us had disconnected our gaze. I still looked at Maya like she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was, in a way. "Both of you need to get a room, Aunty B's voice came up again. "Meanwhile, Anya did you not bring spare clothes today?""I…" Maya beat me to a response. "You could help us arrange those quickly since you are good at slipping in between worlds and places." Maya quipped without disconnecting her gaze from me. "I should totally do that." Aunty B left her gaze on Maya with a smirk on her face. "You should," Maya's gaze finally left mine and fell on Aunty B. She disconnected her hand as well and stood in front of me. I was so scared of doing this after what had happened roughly an hour ago, but had to. I quickly peered at Aunt B's face. It wasn't filled with laissez
"Why would you think like that? Why would you just call off our relationship? Did it ever occur to you that I should have a say in this? She didn't say anything. She stared at me, her pupils bristling with unsheded tears. Just as the first began to drop down her cheek, she turned away. Was she feeling ashamed of herself? Why? "You won't understand, Maya. I think you should stay away from me. I am dangerous. I am a beast. I could kill you." She yelled and began to walk away. I began walking towards her and her step quickened. I was falling behind within seconds which means she was using her speed. This wasn't what I wanted her to feel. This wasn't what I expected from her after the incident. Thoughts of what she might to do herself clouded my mind forcing me to say the exact thing I hate saying to people. "Are you ashamed of me? Is that it?"I watched her stop abruptly. She covered the distance between us in seconds and stared me in the eyes. She had this stunned look in her fac
The days I dreaded most came too fast. Birdie May has been out of her cloak for more than 24 hours. Anya has been busy. Her training began the next day after the evening her aunt crashed our little party. The training takes place at the other side of the forest where my pack hang out. Birdie May had cleared out trees using her power to create an open space for the training. Her first training with Anya instilled fear into me. Anya on the other hand is changing very fast. She is becoming stronger. She's getting faster in her superspeed. Her windseeking skill is developing very fast. It doesn't take her up to 10 seconds to shoot up into the sky. Maya has been here, observing, learning unlearning, discovering things she has always referred to as fairytales. I am somewhat marvelled at the courage which she summons to be here witnessing and experiencing everything. She has changed from the fearful and anxious girl to this strong backbone, giving Anya all the support she needs. What