EVELYNFirst thing in the morning, I left the house and went to the Grandeur Robberise Graveyard. It was where my parents were laid, and their parents before them… and it went on like that. I dropped a rose on Aunt Wallinda’s grave. She passed away when I was seven. I can still recall how sad her death made little Evelyn feel. I sat before the graves of my parents and all types of emotions flooded my mind. Death was a bastard. A dumb, little mean bastard. Though we all hate talking or even thinking about it, it was sad how we knew that we would all fall victim to it. Witch, werewolf, human… even vampires because they were dead but just conscious.Mum would have disagreed with me. She would say that life was more beautiful because we knew that we would die. She would say the temporal nature of life was what made it worth living. As with most things, she was right. A stranger could pass these graves and see them as nothing, but to me, they meant everything. If one had told me when I
LUCAS ()You never know how you feel about something till it happens to you. Since I found out that I was a vampire, well, let's say I have had a great fear for myself. I had begun to think of myself as a monster, even though I wanted nothing more than to experience it. Since I got the bond bracelet off my wrist, I have been very free and peaceful. And happy. Being a vampire had its downsides, of course, no one liked having blood being enticing to you. But there were many good things about it too. For one, I felt like I could do anything. I mean, I could blow the ground and my fist would make its way through. I could run faster than the human eyes could see, and even cooler, I could do this without a soul hearing. It had something to do with vampire nature. There was a way vampires ran… almost as though our feet were too fast that it seemed we ran in the air. Yeah, not the easiest thing to explain. Oh, how could I forget compulsion, my all-time favourite. By j
EVELYNIt was the first time I felt a little positive that everything was going to be alright. The first time in a very long time. It wasn't like I didn't have many things to make me crazily sad but I just felt that things would be better for me and my son, Lucas, in Woodhidge.There was no reason for my sudden optimism rather than the fact that I felt Woodhidge would just turn out good for me and my boy. Perhaps, I could say it was a hunch, though it felt more like a mere tingle in mystomach telling me everything was going to be alright. Did I have a doubt that the community would notbe supportive? Yes. Did I think all of my friends I grew up with will either be mad that I had deliberately cut them off or would be too 'judgy' or just complete snobs? Yes. Did I think Lucas would find it a little hard to mingle with other Supernaturals, as he had been trained to do otherwise since he was a kid? Yes, yes, yes..., even in my shockingly ca
LUCASSincewe drove far from the city, I thought thatWoodhidge would be an ugly town that was far away from the normal world with wolves and vampires fighting on the street like rascals. I didn't expect to see a normal town, with stores and popular fast food restaurants—just like the ordinary town you would see anywhere.Though, I have to admit, there was something weird about the town. It seemed like an ordinary town with ordinary people but something in me was conscious that the town wasn't normal at all. It wasn't only because my Mum had told me a lot about Woodhidge, I felt the town itselfwas supernatural, thereby explaining why it was the home of all Supernaturals. If that made any sense.”Now, hun, we are close to my house...I'm so excited to show it to you." Mum said, smiling widely."Hmmn.” I l
LUCASDo you knowthat time in the morning, mostlybetween 5am and 8am, when sleep ismost pleasurable?Those precious hours are part of my favouritetime of the day. À@l for me, Mum decided to steal them from me and that wasalways a sign of a bad day. Always.“Lucas, Lucas, Lucas!” Mum yelled as she opened my room's door, thereby succeeding to wake me up.”What, Mum, this is what...5am?”“You wish, polar bear. This is seven minutes after bloodyeight, so don't stare at me like I'm waking you too early.“ Mum frowned, it was normal, she always had funny attitudes in the morning.Raising the curtains, Mum continued. “I am going out and I won't be back till the evening or so.””Where are you go
EVELYNI stood in front of the school Principal's office, in silence, unbelievablyterrified of walking in. As I had learnt from Aunt Joanna, Declan, my high school crush, was the Principal in the only school my son could go to. It was beyond just provoking, it was unacceptable. However, I had no choice but to accept it. As much as I told myself moving away right nowwould make things more convenient, it was high time I faced my demons. It was high time I faced my past.I remained immobile just in front of his office, I couldn't bring myself to knock. The school bursar had told me to see the Principal before Lucas could be registered. While Woodhidge wasn't your ordinary school and acceptance rate was literally a hundred percent, there were still things that had to be done before a new student would be admitted. I knew this, but that wasn't the
LUCASIt was only the eleventh day living in this weird town and I was about to start my first day in Woodhidge High. Not only was I expected to see Woodhidge as home, I would spent my last year in high school in the town too. It was left to me to me to choose whether I would be happy here or not.I didn't hate the town—and that was saying a lot, as I rarely liked anywhere. For more than one thing, the town was a beauty on its own. I hadn't noticed how pretty the town was on the first day we arrived. The town was gave me some old-school vibe and on its own wasn't weird as it seemed like any other town—from the outside of course. Like every suburban location, the houses seemed so out of pattern unlike the notorioustightness of the city, yet it all looked like a happy embrace of homes. The town, however, struck me as one that I would have
LUCAS Considering that Woodhidge-High was my sixth school, I was kinda not very good in mixing up. The hardest thing about starting a new school wasn't ever anything relating to the main reason of schooling—which I guess is learning. No matter how hardstudying can be, the hardest past, without a doubt, was socialising and fixing yourself as ‘part' of the school. It was a concept one couldn't explain to anyone who didn't go to school, or at least the modern day school. This, however, was my opinion. One of the perks of being a new student was having the time to observe everyone around, if you wanted to, and this observation was more impartial because you know nobody. And since I was going to a supernatural school that had multiple magical beings in it, no one neede