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
Maya slowly opened her eyes and blinked as her surroundings came into focus. The sterile hospital room was bathed in soft sunlight, and her gaze met Caleb's worried eyes. A small smile crept onto her face as she greeted him, "Hey.""Hey there," Caleb replied, relief evident in his voice. "How are you feeling?"Maya's smile grew as she realized how much he cared. "I'm better now. Thank you for staying with me."They exchanged pleasantries and small talk for a moment, but then Maya's curiosity got the better of her. "You mentioned something earlier... Is Vincent turning us in? Who's Vincent?"Caleb squinted his eyebrows in false scrutiny. "I thought you were sleeping, how did you hear that? " "Your voice woke me up." Maya smiled, then became serious. "So who is he?" She pushed. Caleb hesitated, exchanging a glance with Anya. "Vincent is... someone who's been causing trouble. And, well, it seems he might have done something that affects us."Maya raised an eyebrow, sensing their discom
Vincent’s eyelids twitched rapidly and opened to brightness, a lot of it. His brain tried to make sense of the brightness, silence, and his surroundings. He tried to adjust himself to a sitting position to get a better view of where he was and hell let loose. Thousands of pain shot through his entire body system like pangs from hell, forcing him to remain in the lying position. The steady rhythmic beeping of the monitor told him where he was. That was when the origin of the pain came back to him. He sighed. He remembered Anya coming to his house probably to confront him for what happened in school. He remembered that she and Caleb brought him to the hospital, and a different kind of pain took over his system. It came in the form of shame for all he had ever done to retain and assert his position as the alpha of a pack, a position that Anya barely care about. Realisation dawned on him like daybreak. Ignoring the initial pain that had forced him to remain in a lying position, slowly,
"What would you have done if I had told you who I was? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Unlike regular vampires, I don't need your permission to enter into your house. Vincent sat on the bed visibly shaking, hoping that with how busy the corridor sounded, someone would walk into his ward and save him. "Please don't hurt me again," he pleaded. "No, I am not here to hurt you, I want to have a chitchat with you, young master Silverclaw. You are all grown" She smiled, her fangs coming into view. That was Berdie May's voice in Vincent's ward. Berdie May had made sure that Anya and Caleb got as far away as possible from the hospital before she stopped following them and came out in her true form to talk to Vincent. Vincent was just rounding up the food Anya brought him, when suddenly the scent of something strange, yet familiar filled the air, waffling into his nostrils. As he made to stand up and search for it, she appeared. A lady with piercing blue eyes, long dreadlocks, her figure
Revelation's VeilThe doctor's presence sent a ripple of unease through Vincent. His mind raced with questions about what he might know, about what truly happened to Maya. "Mr. Silverclaw," the doctor began, his voice calm but laced with curiosity, "I couldn't help but notice your reaction when I entered. You seemed... startled." Vincent cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "Oh, it's just... I've been having these strange dreams lately, you know? Nightmares, really. So sometimes, reality blurs with my imagination." The doctor looked at him, perfectly keeping a straight face. He returned his gaze to the tablet he came in with. Vincent on the other hand was searching for a hint. He had his story properly cooked in his head and was waiting for the right moment to drop it hot. It didn't seem as if the doctor remembered him, but he was ready with his lie. After going through some information for some minutes, he faced his patient. "When the ambulance brought you, you
Nothing that has ever happened to Anya was planned for. First, she lost her parents and had to go to stay with her aunt. In a strange land with an aunt that was barely visible, she had to stay by herself most days she was home until she began school and met her best friend and former lover, Emma. Hunters took her from her in cold blood one ill-fated Sunday. Moving back to Longroove as a young adult to work and live a quiet life, she meets Vincent, the alpha of the wolf pack who feels she is a threat to his reign. And now, her aunty returns to Longroove after 15 years to tell her how her parents were murdered in cold blood by the family they were closest to. As Anya sat at her desk, Caleb was seated adjacent to her. Berdie May, who had made her entrance with the sad news leaned against Anya's desk. "Your classroom seems nice with plenty of little desks. How many pupils do you have?" Berdie asked casually, taking in the view of the environment. "25," Anya simply replied, biting down
The day began like any other, with a bright sky that beckoned me to embark on a solitary road trip. I sat in my hospital room, eagerly counting down the hours until my discharge. It felt like a chance at a fresh start, away from my home, my job, and the outside world.As I anticipated this new beginning, I couldn't help but think about the people who had cared for me during my illness, an illness caused by one of their own. Now that my memory had fully returned, facing them was a daunting prospect. They had shown me kindness and comfort when I needed it most, making it hard to imagine moving forward without them.The logical choice would have been to return to my mother's house in Suncity. But that place, once a haven, no longer felt like home. Being gay had made me an outcast among my own people, constantly reminded that my love was condemned by the faith I grew up with.Sitting in that hospital room, memories of my encounter with Vincent flooded my mind. He had wanted me dead, a paw
Arms raised in surrender, I stared at the girl I had been in a relationship with for the past year. She looked scared. She was afraid of me. Afraid of me? Have I ever given her a reason to be? I was some steps away from the entrance of the ward but decided to come close and explain some things to her. One step forward, my arms still raised, I began. " I was born this way. I didn't choose to become a werewolf. My parents were wolves and the good ones at that. They didn't choose it either. Some persons are born vampires. They would have to live with it all the days of their lives. They would remain in the shadows and only come out when the sun is out." At the mention of vampires, I watched her visibly shake, but I still took another step forward. My voice was steady, my arms still in the air, I continued. " I have never imagined hunting humans for meals or fun. I have never liked the idea of some wolves and vampires doing that. I have only gotten into a fight with a human as a way
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