The night was going smoothly. Marina and I were having a great time. She said she was lonely most of the time because she rarely had company. Although her human friends came by once in a while, she had lost touch with a lot of them because she couldn’t visit their homes, and they couldn’t do normal things together. This was mostly because she didn’t want to leave Phil behind. He was even lonelier than she was, and to her it felt wrong. Phil and the others hadn’t come up from what she called ‘the Den’ yet. It was the place where he met with all the vampires who visited him, and she never ventured down there for fear of seeing something she didn’t want to see. So, we were alone for the longest time. She asked me about my story and I was reluctant to tell her most of it. My past was too dark and complicated to share it casually, so we focused on something else instead, something that intrigued her: “How did you end up with them?”“It’s a little complicated,” I began. “It was Felix w
“Jade,” Vanessa said. Her voice sounded distant. I looked up and her face was a blur. “We have to go,” she pressed. “Now.”I stood on shaky legs and she took my arm. I felt nauseous and my dizziness didn’t pass. Still, I tried my best not to fall flat on my face. There was a sense of urgency around her and all her actions. I understood that I had to move and fast. We went down the stairs and I nearly tripped many times. We made it downstairs safely, though. The sight didn’t do me any favors. The whole floor was covered in the darkest blood, so dark that it was almost black. My eyes widened when I saw the dead wolves littered around the living area. My stomach lurched and I ended up vomiting right on the floor. “Great,” someone murmured behind me. Jay, of course. His arms were covered in blood and he had splatters of it on his face. A massacre had occurred here yet they were all unscathed. It was only then that I understood how truly lethal they were. Sven walked through the en
I was lying on my bed and feeling terrible. I somehow managed to make it all the way here. I had Felix’s help, of course, but I felt so weak that I didn’t think I’d be able to climb the stairs. I was demoralized and my guilt wasn’t helping me. I felt like I’d killed Marina and Phil. I’d ruined their happiness. And over time, I became angry at all of them for not telling me what was going to happen. Maybe I would have held myself back. Maybe I would have been prepared for the disaster that happened. She was a good person. She didn’t deserve to die. I hated Felix. I hated all three of them. Right now, I wanted to be anywhere but here. If I could just get those grisly scenes out of my mind, I would have felt better. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t erase the memory of him walking in with her in his arms. And then him dying because he couldn’t fathom living a life without her. I sat up in bed when the noise in my head got too loud. I took a few steadying breaths before deciding that what
I awoke with a dry throat that forced me to go downstairs to get some water. My head was pounding and I suspected that it was because of my dehydration. I felt completely discouraged and every time I thought about Phil and Marina, I felt sickened. Another thing that hit me hard, of course, was the fact that I would have been torn to pieces by those wolves if she hadn't worn that dress to carry my scent. And there was that wolf, of course, the one I felt I knew so well yet had never laid my eyes on. I couldn't get the look in its eyes out of my mind. The feeling that came over me was impossible to describe and some of it still lingered inside of me, that I knew for sure. But why? What was it?I genuinely couldn't figure it out. I was glad to see the whole house empty. I didn't come across anyone or accidentally heard a conversation I shouldn't have heard. I opened the fridge and drank as much water as my stomach could handle. I felt a little sick afterward but at least it was a pos
‘Tomorrow’ came and went, and I didn’t feel a single change. I could positively say that I felt better, though. I didn’t feel like crying every time I thought about Marina, which was a great improvement. I could see that things were going to get better and I’d be able to put this behind me. Felix and I occasionally came across each other but we never mentioned any of the more intimate moments we shared. It was just something that we couldn’t talk about, and it was better that way. I wouldn’t know what to say if I was ever confronted by the situation.It was just something that would have to stay forgotten. I was surprised one evening when he came up to my room and leaned against the doorframe as he watched me eat. I’d started eating upstairs because every time I walked past the living area, I felt uncomfortable. The other vampires never treated me badly—I’d say that Jay was just indifferent to me—but a change had happened almost overnight and they barely interacted with me. I coul
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I hardly noticed when the car came to a stop.Fear enveloped me. I couldn't even think. The seconds seemed to transform into minutes as I anxiously waited for the trunk to pop open. I didn't know what happened after they opened it. I had a pretty good idea but it wasn't one that I wanted to think about because it ended with me dead. The werewolves hated me, after all.I nearly screamed when it finally opened but instead I stared at the man standing above me with wide eyes. He looked me over like he was calculating whether or not he would be able to carry me to wherever it was I was going to be taken. With a sigh, he then looked up and said, "Jules, bring the rope."I saw this as the only opportunity I would ever have to escape because after this, I'd be bound and it was over. I couldn't just stare at him and do nothing. This was my life, and I owed it to myself to try.He didn't see me raise my foot to kick him where it really hurts. He bent ov
I lost complete track of time. Being locked in a cage wasn't at all what I expected it to be. Time seemed to be frozen in time, especially considering I couldn’t tell whether it was day or night. Everything was the same, and my dread only grew. I couldn’t help but look at the dead man on the cage next to mine and wonder how long he’d been there. He honestly looked to be about a hundred years and every time I looked at him I got the creeps because I imagined myself in his place, starving and rotting here. Nobody came for me. I didn’t receive any information. Then again, I didn’t expect them to. They wanted me to be afraid and terrified. This was awful. I didn’t even know if I had it in me to hope anymore but for some reason, I wasn’t despairing. I felt dead on the inside, which I supposed was different from being calm. Maybe this was how one felt when they were sentenced to death. This was a death sentence, after all. My thoughts were all over the place. Not being able to stand a
We kissed until my lips felt chapped and painful.Felix had no interest in keeping his hands to himself. His hands roamed my body freely. The butterflies in my stomach didn't rest, not for a second. I could hardly believe that we were doing this right here. Everything felt like a dream but I didn't mind; I had grown sick and tired of my reality. It didn't take long for things to escalate. His hands were now under my T-shirt and I felt them inching closer to my breasts, which ached with the need of his hands on them. I felt my nipples straining against the material of my bra almost painfully, begging to be released. Felix sensed this urgency, or maybe he read it in the depths of my mind. I didn't know and didn't care. All I could focus on now was how he was peeling my shirt off my body almost impatiently, a wild look in his eyes. I was now only in my bra. The ground beneath me was cold and merciless and his lack of significant warmth wasn't helping, but the fire burning deep inside