The dining room looked like those you see on Victorian tv shows. It was long, covered in huge white table cloth with chairs carved to perfection on each side. There were paintings decorating each wall and there was the butler that I knew along with the blue maid earlier, standing near the doorway.
The food displayed on the table was beyond my expectation too. It almost looked not real. A whole chicken roasted with vegetable sides, mashed potatoes, a plate of lasagna, pizza, and a cream soup. There was also steamed fish, spaghetti and meatballs, lamb chops, and many more.
“Are there more people coming to have dinner?” she asked.
I snorted to laughter. “Are you kidding me? Am I like a prostitute you can toss around?”Apparently, Alexander was serious. I tried looking at the other three men for support. But Renald was busy eating, while Tony and Michael avoided my gaze.“You are the Lady, Arianna,” Alexander explained again, “You have to pick one of us as the Dark Lord.”“So… What? You’ll just take turn dating me until I point one of you as the Dark Lord?” My voice rose again, higher than I expected.
Someone tucked me in closer, I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. He gave me a gentle kiss on my shoulder. Electricity sparked throughout my body. My back was against him so I could not tell who it was.My mind was fuzzy, I was in a delirious state.“You’re safe now,” he said to me. “Everything will be just fine.”My body relaxed at his words. I believed him, whoever he was.“Renee, my love,” he whispered.
His lips covered my mouth perfectly. He pushed me down with his wings covering the whole bed. His hands trailed down to my neck and then down to my shirt. It just hit me on the head that I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, that I had not showered since.“Michael, wa–““You can’t take back your words, Arianna,” he breathed out the words to my mouth. Then he pulled my shirt from my head in one movement. He did not waste any time before he shifted my bra, revealing my bare chest.Michael straightened his back a little so that he could
He lunged inside of me in one stroke.One stroke.I was not a virgin. I was quite experienced.But I need to repeat this so you guys would understand.He put his shaft inside of me, the whole length, in one stroke. And I moaned loudly, half because of the shock, half because of the pain. My focus went blur but my survival instinct kicked in and I knew I had to grab on the chandelier for my dear life.He stopped for a while, burying himself inside me so deep as if waiting for me to get accustomed to the feel of him. Waiting for my insides to stretch according to his shape. He whispered to my ear, “You like that?” Then he bit my earlobe. I couldn’t help but moan more.“It’s a heavenly music,” he said, “Let me take you to cloud nine, my Lady.”He moved his hip, taking out his shaft until only the tip was inside of me. “Look down,” he said.I did as I was told. I looked do
In the end, Alexander made me shower before he would show me around the lab. But when I came out of my first shower, he clicked his tongue on me and ordered me to take another shower. “Wash your hair too,” he said.That morning, I showered twice for him before he was finally satisfied. My face was already sour as my fingers became wrinkly due to the excessive exposure to water.He gave me a set of clothes that just fit my style. A black tank top and jeans with a pair of leather boots. Simple but chic.But then he sprayed my whole body with a bottle of perfume. A whole lot of it.“Xander… stop,” I called him with his nickname that I usually use. “You’re going to make me smell hideous.”“Better than smelling like that ice of an angel,” he murmured.“Huh?”He sprayed a couple more puffs of the perfume bottle before turning the whole bottle into cinders with his own
“I thought the date would be rotated?” I couldn’t help myself to ask, “Isn’t after Michael… it’s back to… Alexander?”I felt so stupid for asking that. He had just insulted me and right then I asked another man if Alexander would take me on a date. I was a mess.“But you just did a date with him,” Renald said casually.“What?” I was dumbfounded. “When?” Was there a time-lapse that I did not know of? Did Alexander use his magic on me to not remember anything? Oh no… what did he do to me?“You guys walked together around the house,” Renald said, “That was your date.”“What?”Renald was shocked to see my reaction. I was shocked with my raised voice too.“I mean… how can that be a date?”“The date doesn’t have to be specific,” Ren explained still in a casual mann
Renald Davis told me his life story while measured his weight, height, and temperature, also his blood pressure. Even when I was taking swab samples of his mouth and nose. I was so engrossed in his storytelling that I stopped in my track a couple of times.“I am a hybrid. My mom is a vampire and my dad is a werewolf,” he started, “Hybrids are kind of… an abomination to both beings. They have been at war since the very beginning.”I stopped writing. Instead, I gave him my full attention.“I was hidden for the first half a century. Lived in a small cottage in Norwegia to avoid both clans. We were happy. Just the three of us. My mother was even pregnant with my sister.”When the curiosity hit me, I found it hard to resist questioning him about the basics of vampires and werewolves. He explained to me patiently that full-born vampires stop aging at the age of eighteen or nineteen. While vampires that were once humans
“W–what?” I stuttered, “I’m not… aroused…” Obviously, it was a lie. But a hybrid couldn’t smell lies, right?His fangs pressed into my skin, but not so much that they pierce me yet. Renald slipped one hand under my tank top. His touch burned my skin. And I could not deny that there was building anticipation.He licked the spot again, sending chills all over me. I saw his eyes flashed red in an instant before he then plunged his canines to my skin.I gasped.I only heard the subtle crunching sound in my ears before I felt the stinging feeling coursing through me.It hurt so badly. I moaned in pain, clutching Renald’s shirt without thinking.He drew me closer. Then suddenly, he took out his fangs.‘Is it done?’ I thought, ‘That’s fast.’I heaved a sigh because… it was not as bad as I thought it would be. But then he whispered,
None of the Underworlders dared to speak up. The vampires that were hissing at me took steps back. The werewolves that were growling at me whimpered in fear. The warlocks looked shocked and some of the fairies were shivering. It felt amazing to finally show how they could not toy with my life anymore. It felt divine to have control over my life. Take that, you annoying Underworlders. Lex suddenly laughed out loud. He grabbed his stomach as though I was being funny. It annoyed me greatly, and I was about to reprimand him when suddenly he said to the entire garden, “The ones who object the Dark Lord will have to go through me first.” I realized what he was doing. He made sure the Underworlders know he had my back. Our eyes locked, and I sent him silent gratitude. “You’ll have to go through me too,” Tony said beside me. “Me too,” Renald said. Michael shrugged. “Me three.” I smiled at the boys, feeling full because they had my back
I took in a huge gasp of air as I finally opened my eyes. My lungs felt like being drowned and then burned because it had stopped breathing for a while and oxygen was flooding in madly. The light burned my eyes too and for a moment I had to blink furiously just to adjust to the light. It was funny. All I had to do was just manifest my will to keep on living and there I was. Alive yet again. I saw Tony’s yellow eyes first. They widened at me, shocked because he thought I had died. His face crumpled when he hugged me tightly before. And now he looked at me blankly. I could still see the tears pooling in his demonic eyes. At other times, I would have boasted about the fact a demon almost cried for me. He really was the sweetest demon. “Miss Ari!!” Renald cried out. He pulled me into his embrace. The smell of earthy fragrance from his skin hit my nose. But his embrace gave me warmth, and I found myself clinging to him, to make sure I was really al
I turned in the voice’s direction. After blinking twice, I realized that the figure in front of me was real. He seemed to be in the same realm as me, the ghost/afterlife/whatever-it-is-actually-called realm. The men didn’t notice his presence at all. He looked similar to Bar, with a body cloaked in a black hood. But he was way bigger, and he had a scythe in his right hand. Looking up, I find his skeleton face. And when I looked into his red eyes, I knew instantly who it was. “Dark Lord…” “No,” he said, “That is not my title anymore.” I could be wrong, but I saw him smiling sadly. After all, how could a skeleton smile or give any expression whatsoever? Expression comes from muscles, and skeletons do not have muscles. They are just bones. “Are you here to pick me up?” I asked. My voice trembled slightly. I was still not ready to go. My eyes flared up in heat as well. But the skeleton man shook his head. “That is not my job anymore,” he s
People like to theorize about death. For a clinician, there are two types of death; one is the condition of brain dead, where the brain is no longer active to even sustain the basic biological need and would need to rely on a machine. The other is when the heart stops beating. My heart has stopped beating. I could have explained the entire thing from a biological perspective but that would make this chapter into a scientific journal instead of a story. The thing is, we humans are too afraid to die that we conjure this unnatural belief that there is something beautiful in the afterlife. That someone would pick our souls up and deliver us to a better place. But that was not what I experienced. Death was quite… empty. It was nothing extraordinary. Just my soul leaving my body. No pain. No anguish. Nothing beautiful to see. In fact, I was seeing the same scene before I died. Someone had called my name before, but I forgot who it was. The f
“Mateo?” I felt my knees weakening as I locked eyes with a hooded figure in a dark cloak in front of the gate. His voice sounded like a hoarse whisper, but it was loud. And it made my skin crawl even more. I couldn’t see his entire face, as half of his upper face was covered by the hood. But I could clearly see his red, glowing, menacing eyes. “Yes,” he said in an eerie voice. The man grabbed two iron bars of the gate slowly, showing long and dirty nails. The little skin that I saw was pale, and he looked super skinny, only skin on bones. “Who are you?” I asked, “And what do you mean you have Mateo?” The man stretched his hand beyond the iron bars of the gate. He opened his palm. Instantly, red-orange dust appeared from his fingers and created what seemed like a circle of firework in the air. In the middle of the circle, appeared a boy in a dark void. I couldn’t breathe. The boy looked at me with fear in his eyes. He looked emancipated
Renald, Tony, and Michael were already sitting at the dining table. They didn’t start eating until Lex and I took a bite first. I sat on Lex’s right side, just like before. Next to me was Tony. And across from me were Michael and Renald. I ate my food leisurely. They served this amazing baked chicken with salad. And the red wine they served that night tasted somehow sweeter. Perhaps it was just my good mood. Mending my relationship with Lex cheered me up a little. I felt less stuffed. As though a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. It felt weird, though. Because I didn’t feel like this with the other guys. I didn’t even know how strong the strain in my relationship with Lex had affected me. But just when I was about to sip my wine, Tony sniffed the air close to my hair. I jolted a little, still not use to these supernatural men sniffing me. But there was something wrong this time. He looked at me with an intense gaze. His yellow eyes flashed before me a
I brought my kit from the third floor to my room. It took only several minutes to take his blood sample and saliva. After I was done, I tidied up the kit.I was kneeling on the floor and Lex was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me. At times, I peeked at his crotch. It was still hard.“Is it a sorcerer's kind of thing?” I asked.“What?”“To be hard this long?”Lex had a low rumble of a chuckle. “No,” he replied, “It’s because you’re still here. Let’s call it an immortal desire for you.”I stopped whatever I was doing. When I looked up, I caught his gaze and felt a thump in my chest. Flustered because it never happened before, I cleared my throat and asked him, “So, how was a sorcerer born?”In an attempt to get him out of my mind, I grabbed my journal and started scribbling. Anything. I was noting down nonsense. But Lex didn’t have
“Well, since you’re sorry,” I whispered in his ear. My hips ground on top of his, making him groan with the friction. Not long after, I felt the bulge below my thigh. His eyes flashed before me, and I knew exactly what his next move would be. He always liked to take control. To be on top of me and pumped me the way he wanted. “This attraction thing is really annoying and I need a release,” I said coldly to him, “If you feel even a fraction of guilt, let me use you.” The flash in his eyes died down. “Use?” He didn’t like the word because it meant he had to relinquish control. “Yes, I’ll be in charge. I’m just using you to find my release,” I said firmly. Seeing his pained expression, I knew he couldn’t resist. He wanted it, too. He must have been feeling guilty all this time, because, in just a few seconds, he agreed. “Alright,” he said. His fingers started unbuttoning his belt. But I swatted his hands away. “I’m in charge.” He frowned
The scenery blurred again, but my focus on Alexander was still the same. “You planned… all this?” I asked in disbelief. He nodded. “You planned to summon the Grim Reaper, turn back time, and then kill the Dark Lord?” He nodded again. His eyes showed reluctance. “When the hell did you plan all that?" I asked. “Uh… when I stared like a moron at Kira’s grave.” I was baffled. Did he plan all that in a day? “How did you get the heaven’s light then?” “I had it from the start, it’s something I acquire in my immortal life.” “Th–then, what happened?” I found myself being nervous about asking that. “Well, Kira lived,” he said, “But the world did not survive.” Just then, the blurred scenery focused again. We were not in the alley anymore, rather, we were on the street. I didn’t recognize where we were, but I know enough that we were still in the eighteenth century and a giant crack had just appeared on the street. It divid