“I’m a hybrid,” he said nonchalantly.
What?One second he was standing in front of me. Then the next his body just dematerialized into thin air. I did not even get the chance to blink before I felt a hand grabbed me from behind.He twisted my arm so that the knife fell to the floor and pulled my body to him. I gasped at the sudden movement, and to the freaky realization that the man just defied time and space.His arms locked my body in a tight embrace and I found myself unable to break free.“What are you doing?” I tried to use my body momentum, flinging my legs to the air and dropping all of my weight to push the man to the floor with my back. But his body would not budge. That was when I realize how honed and big his body was. All parts of his body were muscles.He sniffed my hair. “You smell really sweet,” he whispered.Then his nose touched the skin of my neck.Something heavy was crushing my head, turning every ounce of my brain into a gooey jelly liquid. In another word, I got a massive headache as soon as I woke up. What’s worse was the searing pain coming from my left neck. As soon as that superstar slash werewolf slash vampire slash a being that cannot be tolerated with science and facts went away, I spent ten minutes staring at my plasma TV screen. I stared at the black nothingness that reflected myself looking like a lost lamb. I could not make sense of anything! I wanted so bad for that night to be a dream or a hallucination. Yes, I would take it better as a hallucination than reality. Because I was not ready to shed the logic I had been building my world with. But the pain in my neck was screaming to my brain that everything was real. And when I checked on the mirror that night, the shape and size of the bite looked exactl
Two thoughts ran through my mind that day. One, ‘Hot guys are always hot until they open their mouths.’ And two, ‘What a shame.’I scoffed at his question. “Are you intoxicated?”He looked at me with amusement. “Intoxicated by you.”Beelzebub! What a cheesy line!I rolled my eyes and pushed him to give me some distance. After taking off my goggles and rubber gloves, I gave him an unamused look. “Sir, I need you to get out of this lab.”He blinked at my stern voice. Tilting his head to the side, he looked at me as if he was sizing up his prey. I would not lie that his dark eyes were a little bit intimidating. Like Alexander’s eyes–Hey, brain! Why are you thinking about that man again?“I know what you want,” the man suddenly said.“We hardly even know each other and you already think you can read my mind?”“But we’ve met before,” he said to my surprise, “Well,
“You won’t believe what just happened to me just hours ago.” I sat next to Mateo on his bed, just chilling with him while watching the blond bob-haircut woman on the news. We were waiting for any signs of side effects after the administration of the daily dosage. I was supposed to observe him for only ten minutes, repeat the process to other clinical patients, and submit the report to Marc. As soon as I finished my round, I went back to Mateo’s room because I wanted to say goodbye to him before I went to my afternoon class. But when Mrs. Russo saw me, her smile immediately bloomed and she told us, “I’ll take a walk for a moment. You two enjoy yourselves.” She ended up ‘taking a walk’ for a couple of hours. And since Mateo c
Before I could blink for the third time that night, the emo models –I refused to call them vampires –in front of me had disappeared into thin air. A huge gush of wind blew past me, almost knocking me down butt first on the street.Instinctively, I turned to my back to see what had flown past me. A few meters ahead, I saw the emo models suddenly appeared just like that and clashed themselves with the wolves. Sharp teeth gnawed against white pale skins. Blood burst out and littered the street with red liquid.I stood behind the scene, still frozen to my spot. Whenever I blinked, the scene changed drastically. One moment I saw an emo model being bitten on the arm by a bla
“WhaaaaAAAAA!” Before I could finish my question, gravity had left my body.You know that feeling you get when you ride a rollercoaster? That was exactly how I felt. My stomach churned with tingling sensations as my feet dangled in the air. For support, I grabbed the collar of the man holding me in bridal style.When I had my eyes on his figure, my jaw dropped.Behind him, a huge pair of majestic white wings spread like a glorious white flag in the night sky. Yes, white flag. Just go along with it, would you? By now, you should have known that my brain is messed up
The mansion was creepy. It looked like the mansion from The Haunting of Hill House but creepier. It had vines strewn all over the pillars and walls. The bricks and concretes were covered in moss. Dead leaves piled up on the empty and dry garden.It was horrifying.I flinched when I saw the wings retracted to the angel’s back. Renald ran inside the mansion ahead of us. The door of the mansion just suddenly opened without anyone behind it.Creepy.The angel walk
The haunted mansion –I meant mansion. Just regular mansion. Despite the fact that vines covered ninety percent of the walls, the bricks were undone in some parts, and the wooden patio gave eerie creaking sounds. Definitely, just a regular mansion.However, the inside of it left me almost breaking my jaw from opening it too much. It was unexpectedly majestic. I half expected the inside to be broken like how it was seen from the outside. But I was wrong. The ceramic floor
It took me several hours to finally got home safely. I used public transportation as it made me feel safer in a crowd. Luckily, those werewolves and vampires did not show up at all during my trip back home. Michael said something about his ‘father’ taking care of them and I wondered if it was true.Once I got home, I took a long shower and slept like a log. Or not.I could not sleep for the good of me. My body tossed and turned every few minutes. The events of the day still haunted me.
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