DAMON
You know, it's only during our most trying times we know how strong we are. It is only during such times we can see how we can react to certain things. Everytime I have a heartbreak, I realise that I'm way softer than I would like to admit, I begin to see that I tend to not control my emotions as well as I should.
What's actually ‘funny’ in this case is I don't know why I should feel heartbroken at all. In the past when I had had my heart broken, I could understand why my feelings were hurt. I could understand why I felt like the world had nothing for me...but that was actually understandable as going through a break-up wasn't easy especially when the relationship was very serious.
In the case of Evelyn, I don't get it at all. She had never told me she liked me, she had ne
EVELYN I have been quite unsettled for a while and it was no doubt that the ‘drama’ I had with Damon was the cause, or at the least, a part of it. I prided myself to be one of good reason, whether that was true or not, it was something I had always said in favour of myself. Well, as it happens to be, I doubt I am of one good anything anymore. To say I was insulted by Damon's act was an understatement, I was mortified. However, while I felt very insulted, I didn't feel he insulted me in any way. It didn't make sense to the ears but I felt it, and so, it was real. I wasn't mad at Damon for kissing me, not even a little bit. Hell, I went into his house that day half expecting that. And when he held me, a sort of feeling that I didn't know existed engulfed me, after many years of not being in a relationship, it was so surprising that I could feel th
EVELYN I hadn't gotten used to the fact that Declan hadn't aged one bit. He still looked like he was in his twenties..and that was particularly annoying cause he was old enough to be my great-grandfather. I knew he was about three hundred years old but it was shocking nonetheless to see him unchanged when I was far from the person I was. “Evelyn, I have two things to discuss with you about.” He said, his voice as gentle as ever. “Two things? Shoot.” He began to speak. He said firstly he wanted to talk to me about Lucas and the second was about ‘us'. Us? What the hell did that mean? He said he was inter
LUCAS I had never had sex. Like never. Now, this didn't bother me but I was however very curious on how it would feel. I mean, I'm sure I have an idea or two, courtesy of porn videos and friends’ testimonials, but I would really love to have it myself. To get to know how it feels first hand. Of course I was very much aware that when it came to things like sex, waiting was never a bad idea. People that involved in premature sex often regretted it later as the mind has to be just as prepared as the body...and more often than not, the body matured first. I didn't, however, see myself as too young to engage in sexual activities. I was sixteen and in all of my years, I had never heard a certain age that was set for people to have sex...as long as it was consensual and not between an adult
LUCAS Mrs Haughter seemed to know a lot about the ‘bond bracelet’. What was funny was that I didn't know it was called a bond bracelet, well, it had been on me for only sixteen years. She had very shocking things to say about the bracelet. Things that made me see my mother as one big liar. That was the shocking bit though. I knew my mother had been lying about something, I knew that since I was little. She wasn't a very good liar so I had caught her lies on several occasions. The story my Mum told me when I was little was that my father was a soldier who went to war in a foreign country but was killed in battle. I bought that story till I was eleven...and at that point I had began to reason a little more. If my Dad was a war hero, why didn't I have videos, pictures or anything that would ma
TILDA Changing for every werewolf meant different things. I mean, it was ideally the same thing but meant different things to every werewolf. To most it was a time they felt free, to some it was a time they felt more powerful, to some it was a time they felt like royalties, a time they felt special. Generally, changing was always a wonderful experience for werewolves. Well, not to me though. I wouldn't pretend that I didn't love the way the metamorphosis felt… though it was estatic. Even beyond that. I wouldn't lie that I didn't crave the power I felt whenever I changed. The feeling I always got wasn't something that could ever be expressed in words. But then it wasn't an issue of whether I felt good or not but rather an issue of control. A sort of tug between the wolf and the man. Th
TILDA “I keep telling you,I keep telling you but you never listen.” My mother said, as she shoved cereals into her mouth. It was almost 7am in the morning and me, my brother, Mason, my mum and Dad, were having breakfast at the table. We were all having cereals, or better put, we all had a bowl of cereal in front of us but only my Mum managed to eat though her mouth kept running. “The Moon Night is always dangerous, you have to have someone with you, there are many girls your age you should move with.” “That is just nonsense, she isn't at fault, she didn't try to violate herself, it was that pumpkin faced simpleton and that's who we should be putting the blame on.” “I w
LUCAS After I heard everything Mrs Haughter had to tell me that day, I decided against confronting my mother immediately. I didn't even act like I was angry though I was furious that strangers knew more about me than I myself. What made it more annoying was that some of the things I learnt from Mrs Haughter seemed to be common knowledge. It wasn't some sacred secret that only a few knew about. It was something I was certain literally every Supernatural knew about. It was another sunny morning and immediately after a heavy breakfast, I met my mother and asked directly to take the bracelet off my wrist. “Do you have a death wish? Haven't you learnt a thing...you know I can't, what's this all about?”  
LUCAS I sat on her bed and watched as she told me of her experience with Clenk on the last Moon Night. I stared at her calmly, watching her speak and noticing that she didn't want to look at me in the eye. That was perfectly fine, she had gone through so much, it was very understandable if she felt tensed. “Thanks a lot for coming, I really appreciate it.” “It is the very least I can do.” “Still I'm thankful, it is really comforting that so many people care for me, especially in this moment, it feels really comforting.” “Glad about that but I have to say, I really feel like killing him.”