All Chapters of The Shadow of Sylvania's Curse: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

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Laura was exhausted. She had been walking around who knows where without a sense of purpose. How many times did she smack herself in the head? She could no longer count. She was too busy trying to argue with a stranger about her dreams and why she should pursue it that she completely forgot to ask where the hell they were or, for that matter, how to get out of this thick lineup of trees, which, from the looks of it, no longer aligns to the path by which Soyet’s house was located. If she were remembering it correctly, although the old man was passionate about animals and was rather traditionalistic, his yard was punctured by cement and the path obviously led to the main road. It was then with much confusion that she found herself, after a few turns, in a highly-deserted forest-like place with all the ominous trees standing so threateningly close to her. Its heights were more than enough to cover the horizon from her sight. As such, she had been walking in the dark for quite some time

Uncertainties.Laura’s perspective was swirled about by nagging doubts that would have never surfaced should that dangerous of a man never appeared. She couldn’t understand why he was so achingly familiar, why a part of her longed to touch him, to be with him, and yet, on the other side of the spectrum, she feared him. It was a conflicting emotion she could not fathom even by the reasoning of her simply being attracted to him.One thing she was sure of, though, there was something deeper about the circumstances, a connection she may have overlooked. She’d like to believe this even though she could think of countless explanations—one more absurd than the next—because she was certainly not someone whose shallow as this. Don’t get her wrong. It was just hilarious to think she had fallen for someone by merely hearing his voice. Yes, she could be allured (no doubt, the rhythm of his articulation was not only spine-tingling but also a music to the ears), but the feeling her heart had radiat

Laura thought her wishes would come to fruition should she be able to walk right through the entrance of the vampire’s realm. But, she had been dragging her feet on a solid, unseeable ground for who knew how long, and yet, there seemed to have been no end in this narrow, dimly lit alleyway. Other than the bejeweled pebbles placed gently on each side of the pitch-black ground, there is an arching block of sand-made wall surrounding the place, almost like it did not want anyone outside to get a glimpse of what it had in store and vice versa. The first time she saw it, she thought she’d fallen bait to a black hole or something. For unknown reasons, though, she could step on it, making it look as though she were floating.Relief came through the form of a small orangish light not from afar. She still could not see what was beyond the overly shadowed path, but the warm air was enough to compensate for the chilling embrace of her current standing.“I’m close. I’m close,” she said under her

It had been three long agonizing days since Laura slipped through the entrance of the vampire’s realm. She’d never truly anticipated the scope of what she was trying to fit her mold into and, clearly, she underestimated the danger by which she was drawing in for herself. All for her fucked-up dreams. And now, if luck could have it, she had turned into a wife of the creature of the night. She admitted to have wished to become like them, but nowhere was she ready to enter matrimony to someone who she only knew by face and certainly not to the person who had held her captive. Worst of all, she’d been cleaned off of her dress, so he was basically able to see everything bout her.Although he didn’t have the lustful look in his face nor did he show the slightest of interest to her womanly beings, she still felt so vulnerable and small. She had pride, which was now shattered about in the feet of her own weakness. Should she have been strong and merely inclined to normal, achievable and not l