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 brittle voice reached me as he made his way to sit by the side of the bed where he laid my head. So did the elderly woman. Murray's long, curly, auburn hair, just like mine, was tied in a bun. I'm too disoriented to recall what had happened that got me here, on this bed. Or, the reason I was here exactly. “I will go get you water. Try to remember what happened to you a few hours earlier.” Murray said before he rose from where he sat, walking deeper into the room. “Relax, Murray; any information you need to get from her wouldn’t be anything intelligent at this point. She's still wearing out the drugs I gave her.” The elderly woman caressed my hair while she spoke in a calm and soothing voice to my godfather, who was somewhere in the dim apartment. Right. She gave me something that made me shut down, and my body felt wobbly. Her eyes back to me as she flashed me a smile—a reassuring one from the look of things, “You need not worry, child. I will need to introduce myself because it seems one of the effects of the spell was to make you forget your temporary memories.” She lay one hand on her chest as she spoke, “My name is Manny, the old witch. We haven't met before now; I don't know why my brother refuses to tell you about his sweet old sister.” She said the last part while snorting. The blood in your veins is too active, and it's running wild round your whole body. Putting you under a temporary sleep spell was to help slow your transitioning. Too bad the effects are sickening because you're an omega. Plus, your memories of what happened a few hours ago will eventually come in. Give it time.” Murray was back in a while with a glass of water, drawing a long sigh while he handed me the glass of water, rubbing his hands on his face. My current dilemma gave him a lot of stress; I can see that. What was this he wanted me to remember? I drank the whole content in the cup and handed it over to him, bobbed my head in appreciation thereafter. Too weak to speak. The elderly woman who had introduced herself as Manny started saying unintelligent words. Like an incantation. She also did some hand movements. “How long will we need to hide her?” He looked across at Manny. She paused on her incantation and the weird hand movement she was doing over my body to reply to my godfather, “For as long as it takes?” going back to what she was doing, thereafter Murray scoffed, unamused, “Van would find her anyway. He already had a few of his men out to search for her. And Eamonn, once he'd learnt how powerful she would become, he, too, would come after my daughter. For two reasons: to kill her or use her as a power generator. Either way, she's not safe. He spoke about me to Manny like I wasn't present. Manny's mouth stopped on her incantation once again. Leaving her hands to do the movement and her lips, talking, “I'm sad you give poor courtesy to your own sister. As the last witch, I possess the power of all my people that had been killed. I channel their power from their bodies into mine. I doubt that the two rival kings will find us. They wouldn't be able to breach the spell that easily.” Murray took my left hand in his. “I hope to believe in that. The last place I would love to see my daughter is in the hands of the Alpha. But where he and I stand, I have no say over my daughter's life with him,” his thumb rubs the back of my hand as he speaks. “That was why when he chased her out of the park, I was happy within myself.” Oh, that was the reason; he stood there and didn't bother to plead for me. Sure, Eamonn wasn't entirely good to me, but… I felt a strange hotness beginning to boil through me. My chest. I feel my blood boiling. My body shook uncontrollably. I doubt Manny, the old witch could help me out of this feeling could help me. “Ellie, what's happening to you? Stay with me, please!” Murray said in a terrified voice, over me with a grip on my arm as if the hold would ease what was racking me. I stare with wide eyes, helplessly at the ceiling. Maybe a mystical celestial being could break through the ceiling and come to save me from this hurtful feeling. My throat goes dry. I thirst for the unknown. No, scratch that. I thirst for something known but hard to figure out. I curled and uncurled my fist. It felt like I was dying slowly. But first, the great evil that lurks inside of me wants to burn all my organs first before it lets me be in the bosom of the moon goddess. The room fills with noise. From Murray. From Manny. But I could barely hear them. The hotness, so dominating, it denied me from hearing the voice of my godfather. Someone is talking to me. His strong hands still restrain me from moving, but I, myself, couldn't keep myself from jerking. They both were saying something to me, but I didn't hear it above the buzz in my ears. It’s all over now. Everything is over. But first I need some peace and quiet while I pass on to the afterlife. I use the last strength in me, gathering the remaining air from my lungs, I scream above all the sounds in the room. The room went silent. There was a little bit of calmness from the heat, I was able to hear the two last sentences from Manny. “She's now what she is to be.” “The water you fed her altered the spell. She needs to feed on the blood of her sire!”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
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
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
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
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 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 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 “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