บททั้งหมดของ Destined By The Moon Goddess: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Or at least I wish I told her that, cause she certainly deserved to be called that, she earned the title - a bitch. " Is everyone of the same opinion with Dr Carrie?" Valkyrie asked, still relaxing on his armchair. " Um.......... I'm sorry but Dr Carrie, if I may ask, why are we so concerned about these impurities that are spoken of? Of what effect are they to us?" I asked politely, after submerging the urge to call her a bitch right to her face. She seemed taken aback a little at first, probably surprised that I'll be so engaging on my first day at work; everyone was. " Well, these impurities are toxins in their blood which congeal during fermentation, and thus, become dangerous. It does not inherently migrate from the blood even during its industrial production into things like milk, jelly, butter, mayonnaise, or any other thing", she said. " And I believe that the reason as to why these impurities are not dangerous to us when we drink from the host body, is becaus

" You moron!" she shouted and I closed my eyes, allowing her to do anything she deemed fit with me, " just bring your dirty self inside", she said and walked inside. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't hypnotized or dreaming, because the fact that Ariel left me unpunished after making her bleed was still not settling too well with me. Like, it was unbelievable, and I wondered if she welcomed me in to deal with me in a more harsh way. I just usually thought that the sky would fall before she would consider being so merciful. I walked into the apartment and it was just like I remembered fifty years ago, not with the cushions and television I saw last time, but with the piano of centipedes and millipedes, the center table of human skeleton, the artifacts of fearful creatures, and the green fire in the fireplace which sent illuminating green light to every corner of the room. I took a seat on the familiar sofa made out of petrified sheep, where I had undid her underwear and

" Diego! Diego! she's no more, she's dead!" I shouted at him and he snapped out of anything that was keeping him there on the floor. " No, it can't be true", he pushed me out of the way and took her head in his hands. I would've gotten annoyed but saving her was more important than my feelings as of then. " No, Malia wake up!" he tapped her cheeks, shaking her vibrantly as if she was actually sleeping and would wake with the agitation. Her abdomen was still dripping blood, and everything was messed up. My eyes caught the sight of another naked body strapped on another metal table, with blood splattered on his body, while his chest was open - I almost threw up at the sight. Diego was still doing whatever he could to revive his revolutionary lover, even performing CPR and heart pump, but none seemed to be working. I flickered lightning with my index finger and sent it straight to her heart, startling Diego who backed out immediately. She gulped for breath, raising her he

Diego's POV I wanted to drive to the medical center first, but I then decided to go home before going over to go see my father. I was confused, more than I had ever been in my life. My heart was heavy laden for the fact that Malia has been going through hell all those while, and at the same time relieved that I got to rescue her and her shit smelling pack member or whoever he was, and that certainly came with a price, a price that I might just find too hard to pay. I knew that I would be taken hostage on sight, there was no need for a second thought on that, so picking up a few things for dad became another criteria for going home; I'll at least give him a change of new clothes before being arrested. I drove my car in the wretched situation that it was in, amidst the wonder gaze of people, and was lucky enough to get to my place before running out of gas. I was tired, but the gentle meadow of the evening encouraged me. I walked myself to the door and opened it, only to hear

Patricia's POV I stared at the mirror, into my dazzling reflection. The ring light that circled the standing mirror did a marvelous work in brightening my aura. I picked up the mascara on the cupboard and gently brushed my lashes with it. I examined my face in the mirror and felt content. I picked the wine colored lipstick and smeared it on my lips, but on inspecting my face, I didn't like it, so I quickly wiped it off. I tried the peach red lipstick, it still wasn't giving me the look I wanted, I tried other red lipsticks - the blood red one, the faint red one, even the pink one, still none of them gave me that look I wanted, the look I didn't know but still yearned for, and not the red ones that kept making me look like The witch in the little mermaid movie. I wiped everything off, leaving my face bare with only the mascara. There was a chocolate bar at the side of the mirror, it was one of the products of the blood farm where Diego was currently working as the deputy manag