VanHangover.A reward from my night's pleasure. That's the way I always felt after having a little escape with alcohol; all my problems, which included the hunting blood of one goddamn soldier, flowed back into my memory. My memories hit me so hard, like a fucking rough wave, accompanied by this crapulence. At least I got my cock sucked, and as for the hangover, showering will fix it.My raven took the duty of replacing my alarm clock. So when my alarm clock first became faulty after having to serve me well for 195 years, I tossed it away and settled for my raven's dusk caw. With my eyes closed, I waved at my raven that stationed itself on my nightstand, beside the sofa, overly satisfied with its continuous cawing. I must have missed my way to my coffin while I was in the wave of multiple orgasms as I lay sprouting on the sofa. I hauled myself out of the sofa with staggery steps, balancing my vision in the process. It was not until my blurry sense accentuated the hurtful sensation o
Isla A sudden chill ran down my spine, and I dipped my sweaty palms into the pocket of the brown leather jacket. The air frizzles my black curly hair into my face, blocking me from seeing properly, so I flip it back and pin it beside my ear. I took my other hand out and rubbed both on my pair of black leather pants. Maybe in the attempt to rub off the anxiousness that I felt. I haven't quite grown out of this nervousness after all. The thoughts of what-ifs replayed in my head as they had before I and Murray got to the huge gate of the fortress we called ‘Park House.’ What if the Park doesn't believe this whole story? I'm now asking the same question Ellie asked; I even reassured her, but now everything is about to unfold, and I'm getting scarier than the last second. What if they find out where we've hidden her? What if they come to end it all? To kill her. I'm glad in all my nervousness, no one could smell it from my mournful state. My eyes blistered with tears in a pure a
Ellie “How did it go?” I asked in deep curiosity. Murray and Isla were both back from the pack house, and I needed to know what went down before I would burst open in my state of pent-up curiosity. I glanced over at Murray while he quietly lit up the cigarette that he held between his lips. I could see his eyes were swollen and some part of his arms had dried blood on them. “We're to bury our dead. I guess our plan went down well,” Isla said as she and Manny stood beside the corpse, “Now you've got to get this corpse breathing once more,” I watched her go over to a rack to get something for Manny. I turned to my godfather, craning his neck to look behind me at the busy women at the other end of the room while he took a long drag on his cigarette. The tip of the cigarette brightly lit like rich orange dusk as he dragged the mainstream smoke deeper into his lungs. The sidestream smoke disappeared into the air as he did. I seek to get used to my new self and navigate my way through
Eamonn“Get me more blades.” A few meters from me was a dartboard that was stationed on the opposite wall from where I stood tipsy. I eyed the spot that I had targeted correctly a couple of times since I started throwing knives at it. There were four knives stuck to the middle of the dartboard. The actual darts I was to use to throw at the dartboard sat prettily on the wall cabinet beside it. The blade sticking to the dashboard looks just perfect at the very spot. I felt my blood boil hot this morning. It's not because of the heat in the room that I had locked myself inside; it is the feeling of anger surging through me. The protector who I had instructed to get more knives for me came back with three more, saying it was the last of them from where he got them from. I took one of the three he held and glared at the dashboard, toying with the flat surface with my index finger. The loud and chaotic voices in my head telling me to replace this blade I have in my hands with something ear
Manny “Child, keep up with that pace and you'll be mastering compelling in no time,” I stood beside the young hybrid giving in all her efforts to compel the young man she had just fed from. Her first attempt–the human who gave herself to be a corpse–was successful. Maybe due to the excitement on her first trial, she'd immediately lost the little I'd told her about being able to compel. “Mmm...I can barely keep up with it, my mind is set on a hold.” Ellie made a quick glance at me as I said, her nystagmus blue eyes held an unstable gaze with mine. Compelling had to do with two things, the mind and the eyes. The eyes is the portal that gives way to get the connection with the mind, with focus being the only key I would have doubt she will ever be able to compel anyone because of her issue but her first trial proved me wrong. I had instructed her to look into the eyes of the human–the human which I had casted a spell on to remain static. If she will be able to master it, it would be
Eamonn “I'm not taking that look on your face to be surprised. Oh, what, you thought I wouldn't pay you a visit after I've observed some mischievous activities that are supposedly your doing?” She glared at me so hard that it would be less of an irony to say I didn't feel the hard stare burning my skin. Of course I knew I was the last person she was ever expecting to see. Her home is just the way I'd left it 5 years ago. Dark.Spooky.The only thing that makes it a little less eerie is the mild scent of cinnamon coming from somewhere deeper in the house. She turned to her brother, who had his head bowed just after he welcomed me in, “Why did you have to bring him here?” she demanded, having felt betrayed by her brother. Twice.“Oh no, it's not any of his fault; I asked him to bring me here. Besides, I have what he loves dearly with me. He brings me to you or she dies,” I said calmly as I strode deeper into the room. I haven't come to her creepy old house to visit. No, that wouldn
Ellie Murray once told me there will be times I will lose control over my entire body. Where my brain will begin to lose authority over my body, and I will be left at the faith of impulsive actions. ‘You may or may not be able to fight the war that wages within you, but the tendency of being able to withstand the dark force behind such war will take to a step forward to being able to defeat those forces’ he said. In this case, the two uninvited entities were the dark forces. And their presence was the war, which I was trying to get hold of. In this box which was left with no choice but to get into, I feel with my whole being going savage and the four walls closing in on my heart. I have tried to heed to my godfather's words and contain myself from the moment I got into this box, just so I wouldn't get caught up with the lies my godfather had crafted and told. With no ventilation or a way to see through this box, it wasn't still a hindrance from letting my entire body recog
Ellie “Tell me. What sort of man defiles the trust his sister has for him to please his enemy?” “Manny, please hear me out…” Murray—still rooted by the door after the two guests were gone—pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out a sigh. He looked apologetic, but there was indeed nothing he could do or say that could clear his wrongs. From what I've understood between these old siblings, one never gets along with being betrayed, and the other—well, subconsciously does it anyways. “What kind of man could easily lay off tracks to let an enemy into his household? A selfish one, right? That is exactly who my brother is. Manny sobbed quietly as tears streamed down her eyes, her voice raspy as she wept softly. She gave no attention to Murray, who stood behind her, stamping his feet restlessly on the wooden floor. I tried to let go of the achy feeling that had been riling in my mind once the two kings were gone. Once my ex-mate and my near-death Boogeyman were gone. I saw this presen
Eamonn I was glad that morning came swiftly. Sleeping these days like like a chore these days. It did nothing to wash away the exhaustion that clung to my body. After the little misunderstanding, and the little fight I had with Brant. I retired to back to my chamber. The once comforting, now the most scary place to be in. It took me hours before I could drift to sleep, and before I drifted off, I stared at my ceiling with wide eyes for a long time. Not because I couldn't sleep, but because of what I feared will come after me in my sleep. Like I said, it's been one torment to another, each passing nights. And when I finally drifted to sleep, guess who chairman my nightmare? Ellie fucking Allan. What a race I had gotten into in my sleep. I wouldn't want to remember it I'm details. I was glad i was always able to survive the whole death traps. I always have. And if there were more to come, I will too.The full moon is yet to come, it will be in two days time. There were usually rituals
Ellie The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the pounding in my skull. A dull and persistent ache that throbbed in the same rythm with my heart. The second thing I noticed was the warmth of a body next to me. Isla. From what I remember, after I was brought back from the woods, Isla took off my shirt and covered my shivering body with a blanket. Now I laid on a bed, and Isla was still next to me. I turned slowly, carefully not to aggravate the pain any further. Isla was curled up beside me, her dark blue eyes already watching me with concern. I blinked at her, my throat was dry, my body was stiff and aching from last night's events. The event that I still yet couldn't believe I was a victim of.I could still feel the cold weight of the water on my skin, even though I was dry now, I was dressed in one of Isla's oversized sweaters. My fingers twitched against the sheets as flashes of last night resurfaced—the cliff's rough edge, the cruel smirk on Van's face, the force of his pu
VanThe scent of damp earth filled the dark atmosphere. The wind blew through the mountains. I stood at the edge of the steep cliff, looking into where Ellie had fallen.The darkness swallowed her whole. But yet, I still feel like I saw her body tumbling, her eyes were wide with shock and her screams pierced deeply into my eardrums.Pains from my deception played out on her face as she vanished into nothingness.I clenched my fist, my nail dug into my palms. My mouth still burned with the lingering taste of her blood which was rich, potent and it was also unlike what I have ever consumed in the centuries I have been a vampire. Not even the blood of my son could beat it. The instant it dropped on my tongue, it invited something that was lost for a while. Strength. What I usually got when I fed off my sons. That fact alone drew more anger within me. Her blood courses through like a liquid fire, a drug far more intoxicating than the finest human nectar. Than the blood of my sons. That wa
Ellie The wind blew harshly, I'm lucky to have tied my hair in a bun. It caused the trees to rustle the trees that were surrounding us. The thick air smelled of wet earth. The wide ocean stretched endlessly before me. Its surface wavered under the looming light of the man. I could hear the waves crashing against the rough rocks below the steady and rhythmic roar echoed in my chestI wrapped my arms around myself not because I was shivering, it wasn't from the effects of the cool wind, but it was because of the uneasiness that grew in my gut.“Van, Why here?” I asked, turning to face him. My voice was much after than I intended, my uncertainty was evident in every word. He stood a few feet away from me, his hands were stuffed in his pockets, his sharp features were unreadable as the silver rays of the moonlight casted on him.The man who I had drank of his essence and he, mine. The ferocious man whom I had somehow managed to escape his kill trap by flaunting that which I knew he coul
Ellie The blood of the Soldiers was forbidden to the Royalties. If anything, it was just as lethal as our bites. It was not a rule but it is against our nature. We were both poisonous to each other. Our natures were considered too conflicting, our essence was too powerful. I was a mixture of the two lethal bloods. Supernaturally and magically so.But that ideal knowledge about us was untrue. I had clearly defied the law and order of our nature, being the first hybrid in Shirlon.And as I struck the deal with the vampire king, I could plainly see it in his eyes. The hunger. The craving.He even went as far as accepting the deal I had laid out, just to taste my blood on his tongue. I like that he was selfish with his emotions and I'm glad to be the benefactor amongst us. I would get to live—not like my life meant anything, but I would like to live a little while in this hybrid nature. Let me see how far I would become. Let me see if my destiny will be rewritten.I'm trusting my inst
BrantSilence stretched between us like a thick blanket. Wide and suffocating. I could hear the wind moving through the grass and rustling through the trees that guarded us at the edge of the field.Eamonn's expression was unread when I materialized behind him. It was clear that my presence was dimmed as a disturbance, unappreciated. I knew the times when he was approachable and the times when he wasn't. I knew the times when he would respond nicely to the Pack members when he walked past them and the times when he would act cold towards them, and be unresponsive to their greetings when he walked past them. I knew the happy and the loomy days of Eamonn's, but later it has been more of the loomy days than the happy. So I decided to make whatever time I had to bring the matter to his feet since he'd refused to look into it by himself. I've been shouldering the weight of being the Beta and the Alpha at the same time for weeks now, and the weight is really hard to bear. No matter how I t
VanI made it a part of tonight's event to explain to her the reason why I would have to end her. I like to point out the reasons as to why I'll have to resort to murder before taking any fatal action. We returned to silence, which left her to dwell more on what I had said.There was a wine chamber at the left corner of the hall. There was wine stationed—stocked in the places I considered private. Where there was Vanchure, there was wine.While we sat in silence, I made my way to go get a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. Let us switch up to a little drinking fest before we proceed with her annihilation. I was in a better position to drink anything as I had grown insatiable to what I usually feed on.No, scratch the part where I said insatiable. Insatiable was when one fed and still wasn't satisfied. In my current state, I had no hunger for what I usually fed on. The wine was always there to serve as a reminder of what it felt like to drink from a sweet essence. I wove off the rem
Ellie The dim lights from the candles placed at corners on the wall of the ghostly art gallery, casted long shadows on the wall around them. An invisible ball of darkness hung in the air between Van and I. The paintings on the wall appeared gloomy and twisted with a depiction of unforgotten memories. The silence present in the room was accompanied by the occasional creaking of old floorboards beneath our feet.King Vanchure sat with back hunched and his gaze on his bare feet, though his golden eyes betrayed any hint of something raw. He was shirtless, his occasional movement flexed a bit of his arm and back muscles. The candle lights reflected under his pale skin, a mixture of darkness and a lighter hue. The part of his neck at which he tore open had sealed up like there wasn't even a dent. Like that there was no scratch at all. He had used his shirts to wipe the blood on his chest and where his blood stained mine, away. I sat on the edge of the bench finally—just as he had wanted. I
Ellie Van's touch is so deliberate like he was trying to learn my body, and I'm astonished how a learner could be. Everything, from the way he spoke to the way he looked me deep into my eyes, from the way his hands slid down my shoulders to the way he worked them on my buttons. All screaming possessiveness. This was someone who knew nothing about me. We both crossed paths when I was five, and two weeks earlier, when he showed up as a wrecking ball. One annoying thing about the whole thing is that it was actually a casual touch. Nothing too gratifying about it.I had no right to feel the way I felt right but this was King Vanchure we are talking about. There's nothing that comes out of the ordinary when it comes to him. His touch stirred something deep and highly disapproving within my soul. Something that has dues a long time ago, even while I was with Eamonn. And I do not feel this way because I'm being starved of man's touch. I've had Eamonn touch me in different ways that could