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
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 “Jumpy eyes, isn't that what you're called?” King Vanchure asked as he dipped a painted brush into the palette. He knew the name my Park called me because of my eye disorder. That was what I could ponder on later, after I had gotten my request granted. It took me a whole lot to get to him; I was clothed in my skin with a magical liquid that masked scents that I stole from Eamonn. If Eamonn finds out I was here, in the dwellings of our enemies, because I wanted to save my twin sister, he would forget we were ever mates and deal with me according to the law. One plan: get in, retrieve my sister, and get out. If it would be as easy as I had plotted in my head. “I have come to seek that which you hold dear to me, my twin sister. Where is she?” My chest heaved from the long trudge in the cool woodlands of Black Park. I was shocked at the way I spoke. I spoke bravely like I wasn't in the presence of a powerful vampire. I laughed at my own stupidity. I swallowed down the lump th
Ellie I acted on impulse, pushing him away from me the moment he leaned close. This is someone whose speed supersedes mine. He could be as fast as lightning, but he chose to launch his attack slowly. He leaned back, grinning. He drew a long breath and said, “I would really love to see you fight your way out of this. But I will have you know that in the end…” He shakes his head slowly. “There's no escape from this. You could be fighting with me, but...” “I would die fighting,” I said fiercely as I interjected. I position my trembling arms out, ready to get defensive. I knew fully well that if he wanted to make an attack, he would be able to subdue me before my very own eyes. It was my blood he wanted. For a reason I knew nothing about. I wouldn't let him have it easily. What a fool I would be to allow my predator to have victory over me without a fair fight. “We are both spilling each other's blood, even if you would kill me after all. My Park will be proud of me that I had to fight
Ellie I lost consciousness in the woodlands of Black Park, which I've always known to be my home all my life. For all I knew, I was running so fast on my paws at one moment, and the next thing, I was lying still at the large gates of the Park house; my limbs felt wobbly and shaky beneath me. I had no idea how I managed to make it this far to this point still alive, and I wasn't sure I wanted to be told how. My clear white furs were stained with blood that had dried and become tacky; I refused to bring my mind to know the source of the blood either. All I just wanted right now was my mate; I wanted him to wrap his firm arms around me and declare that I was safe, even though a large part of me knew that it was false. I was doomed. Still, his words might and could go a long way. What had happened to me? Who must have done this to me? Why can't I remember a single thing? I hope this wasn't the effect of his compulsion. As far as my brains could search, I was told Isla walked into t
Ellie That hatred for vampires boils hot in the hearts of my people. We hated them, their ways of life and the way they made us feel less of ourselves. For years, all my life, I've never seen any reason to harbour the same hate my people had for the vampires. I only saw them as a different species from us, because that was literally all they were. My people, the werewolves, said I smelled like one of them, like the vampires and I agreed, even if I knew too well that I had no close idea of how I had their scent on my skin. The damp leaves under my feet crunched as I ventured deep into the forest of Black Park, the border with us and the Royalties. I was back to where I ran from. I let down my blanket to let Ee, my wolf, out. I named her Ee because of the obvious, the first letter of my name. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to go deep into my senses while I let Ee out; I felt the thickness of her legs; they had gotten stronger. What a quick recovery. I shifted to my wolf so I coul
Ellie “What? That is impossible.” “The vampire king, Vanchure, is all there is to think of except one to make mistakes. What he did was probably planned and carried out just how he wanted it. It's the reason we have no idea.” “She has been asleep for so long, Manny. I hope she's still conscious." The audible conversation of two people interrupted my sleep. My eyes slowly opened, and the smoky notes of cinnamon and cloves hit my nostrils. I stared at the ceiling, giving my blurry vision time to become more clear. I took my gaze downwards. There Murray and an elderly woman I couldn't recognize stood. A dull look on his face as he wipes his face with his palms. As if taking in my presence for the first time in a long time, the two people turned their gazes to me. The old woman looked calm, but it wasn't the same with my godfather. His face showed a look of uncertainty. Worry lines displayed on his forehead. A slight frown. And furrowed eyebrows.“Oh, love. You're awake.” Murray's
Van25 years ago.It was Eamonn's doing to always try to unite the two kingdoms. We were two types of entities living symbiotically in our beloved mystical world. It's a hard time keeping his filthy dogs on leashes; they always tend to stir up a fight with my people at rendezvous like this. So for the peace meeting, we stood side by side. Kingdom to kingdom to consecrate Shirlon’s temple, which was built by the soldiers and financially sponsored by the royalties.Although no one between the two kingdoms had the nerve to speak of it, there was a thick air of an undying hatred that has been passed down for centuries. There were some wolves I could see pointing hot lasers from their eyes to the skin of my people. I'm sure my people did the same too. This act was new. We were fruits that bore grudges from a long time tree. Eamonn stood with his people, and I, with mine. The temple that was built by quarrying and sculpting huge stones had a foundation bound with the blood of I and my bro
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