The girls in Bella's class may have found themselves totally lost in his charms. His pompadour dark jelly hair, his enchanting grey irises and his Rosy red lips that made his light brown skin unique. But Bella shove all those girlish attraction away. Choosing to digest the fact that the monster is going to be her classmate!. Her fingers trembled recalling his dangerous nature at the locker.
"Class, Let's welcome our new student. Arthur Middleton." Mr. Alrik grinned wrapping his hands around Arthur's shoulder.
"Finally! we have a new hottie in our class." The drama Queen arose from her seat walking like a seductress towards Arthur.
"Just so you know. The name is Alisha, Belgrave high cheerleader." She bit her lower lip.
A tiny smile spread across his lips. Bella frowned; finding his smile so superficial yet sinister. It made her worry.
"Okay Lisha, please return to your seat." Mr Alrik beckoned. "Now," His grip on Arthur's shoulder tightened. "I trust you'll all do well in giving him a warm welcome." Her teacher grinned again.
"Off you go."
Bella stalked his movements as he trailed along her path. And then her heart missed a beat as he sat beside her. With a profound iciness inscribed on his face.
While Mr. Alrik delved into Indian history all she did was steal glances at him occasionally. Her body itched about Jeremy's status yet terror ceased her from talking.
"Continue staring at me and I'll pluck off those eyes of yours." Arthur pronounced in a low tone enough for her to hear alone. Her body stiffened and her heart skipped again. Regardless she dared him again and the next action of his that birthed, caused regrets.
He smacked his table roughly to the right. Ignoring the noise that startled everyone, holding Mr. Alrik midway. But he didn't waver. Instead, he grabbed her by the wrist before storming out of the class.
Once they stepped out the class with his iron grip still in position, the wind sped across her face and her legs dangled in the air. When it all stopped, she realized they were in the Janitor's closet. How they had reached here within seconds was a question saved for later. Her main worries was that, she breathed in the same room alone with a monster, Arthur Middleton, all because of her stupidity. She grunted as he pressed her against the wall; holding her arms above her head and gripping them to the wall. His cold breaths slammed across her cheeks and his Grey irises that were once gentle now turned ferocious. It reminded of that terrific night, the same way Jeremy had been so malevolent. Except he wasn't this close to her like Arthur was.
"I told you to stay away from me, didn't I?" He growled. She whimpered from the pain shooting in her wrist and the terror his voice gifted.
"I need to see Jeremy!" She cried avoiding his monstrous gaze, dearly hoping he would show compassion for her helplessness.
He scoffed. "I killed him."
Her heart thumped loudly and her breaths started to roll out uneven.
"He didn't deserve to die!. Let go of me." She screamed but his iron grip remained firm.
"Scream all you want, nobody is going to save you." Arthur spat out in a renewed growl. "I saved your pathetic life from danger but it seems you love danger itself."
"Please don't kill me! I'm the daughter of the Sheriff." She mustered every ounce of courage within her to speak up. Surprisingly, Arthur released her from his iron grip. Her eyes twitched with a tear as she observed the redness wrapped around her wrist. Why he released her was another puzzle she couldn't decipher.
"So you're the daughter of Cosgrove." Arthur stated in an awestruck tone. She stared into his eyes that had now slipped back into gentleness. He then hissed.
"Certainly, that woman would have regularly laced your blood with Garlic making you dormant to my compulsion." He trailed inches away from her, palms curled into fists. She thought of scurrying through the door but decided against it. Her speed would be nowhere comparable to him. Instead, she struggled on what he meant by Garlic and Compulsion he yapped about.
"You know my Mother?" She asked in a whisper. Fearful of what monstrosity he might respond with. Arthur shot her a stern face that easily ceased her breaths.
"I know important people who are not to be messed with." He responded in the iciest manner possible while his eyes were fixated away from hers. As if he he'd been in deep thoughts.
She frowned, unable to comprehend an ounce of what he meant. Her mother is the Sheriff of Covington but not so important like Arthur's countenance emphasized.
"How do you know my Mother? What do you mean by Compulsion?" She asked eloquently yet in oblivion when those questions escaped her lips.
"You ask too many ridiculous questions." He growled. She retained silence hoping not to anger him more. Then he smirked.
"Just one look at you and It's apparent you're a stubborn one. It runs in the Cosgrove blood. So let me make you a deal," Arthur inched close. She moved backwards till her back leaned against the wall.
"I struck your puppy with a cursed knife. It makes a Werewolf to remain in it's Wolf form for days, months or even years. Depending on the strength of the Werewolf blood."
"Jeremy is a werewolf and he's stuck in his Wolf form. How is that possible?" She asked with a quizzical look. Unable to digest the truth that her best friend, an orphan, is a beast.
"Honestly, you're dumb." Arthur remarked with a smirk. Her hand clenched into a fist but who was she to dare against him. "Obviously your puppy is roaming about or perhaps dead from various skilled hunters. But with the aid of a Witch, we can test that theory out."
"Witches are real?" She exclaimed and quickly regretted it from the low growl Arthur responded with.
"You're the daughter of a prestigious supernatural species Hunter yet you're so," Arthur pursed his lips as if searching for words insulting enough. "Ignorant."
She frowned again as he spat another puzzling statement. She wouldn't deny that most of his words didn't make sense. At the same time, she couldn't dare ask another question that would enrage him.
"Luckily if he's alive, I will find him. And after, You will stay with me till the poison in your system wears off and I can compel you to forget ever meeting me." He stated as if he had successfully arched out a foolproof plan. "Have you told anyone about me?" He suddenly asked.
She quickly wriggled her head still confused about the whole situation but Arthur pressed closer. His eyes renewing it's threats.
"You better not." He grinned while her heart was still racing in fear. He looked to her wrist still reddened from his rough touch. "I'm sorry for hurting you." He mentioned. She exhaled in surprise awe. A minute ago, he was all beastly and now he muttered words of apology.
"That is what you get when you disobey me. Now, shall we return to Alrik's class?" His words rolled out more like an order than a question.
She nodded as she took a glimpse of the finest grin she had seen him wore. One would hardly resist his innocently looking face oblivious of the fact that, he's a monster. She quietly obeyed following behind his back till they arrived their class.
Mr. Alrik glared uninterestingly at them and without further ado spat out.
"Detention for you both."
"Mr. Alrik I can explain." She uttered in an agitated tone while Arthur remained unmoved.
"Bella there's nothing to explain. It's perfectly clear. Mr. Arthur here, wrecked the school's property and you my dear, left this class without my permission. That is an action I won't tolerate!" Mr. Alrik retorted in an hoarse voice. The bell rung signifying class was over. "Class is dismissed." Mr. Alrik stated and with haste did every student tour past them.
"Bella Cosgrove huh." Arthur sounded mischievously behind her left ear, certain there was a devilish grin on his face. "Something tells me we are going to have a lot of fun. Can't wait to see you in detention." He referenced with another heavy dose of sarcasm before disappearing amidst the others.
"And welcome to detention!" Alisha pronounced in a grand gesture amidst themselves in the class. Bella sighed, choosing to delve into her history journals. This was the only way to save herself from Alisha's rants and Arthur's hostility. They were only four that breathed in the class. Her, Alisha, Joe and Arthur. No matter how hard she tried, She couldn't focus. Jeremy's constant worries and Arthur's lukewarm nature was enough to burden her. She thought of his words about her mother. What he meant by a Supernatural species Hunter. Her mother was only a Sheriff and imagining her hunting beasts like Jeremy and Arthur was virtually impossible. On the other hand, Arthur didn't strike her as a liar. Arthur smiled from the back end chair he was seated. His eyes reviewing the Cheerleader of Belgrave high. Dashing gold coloured hair, small and pointed nose, enticing pink lips, nice cleavage and a fairly manageable hip. His smile deepened appreciating her work of art. He had two thoughts sca
Rays of light, birds chirping, twigs, dry leaves, tall trees. Jeremy could feel everything. He rubbed his face against the loamy sands before he realised he was completely naked against the soil. He arose quickly to his feet with his eyes scampering around. Studying the new environment.This place was new, he thought and definitely not in Covington. Where was this place? He asked himself before his eyes fell on a lady. Standing metres away from him and dressed in an all black attire. Her long straightened hair were donning a darker shade of blue and he could smell the scent that reeked off her. His senses were operating on a whole new level. They were heightened; his nose picked scents miles away, his hearing noted even the tiniest sound, his myopic eyes could even see better!. How he arrived here, why he was naked this sunny afternoon and who this lady was greeting him with hostility, were questions that puzzled his fragile mind.The last he remembered was the excruciating pain he fa
The style at which Bella arranged her stuffs which were mostly books, journals, and novels in her locker almost played a smile on her lips. But when she recalled the turbulence she was phasing through, it dampened her. Then she heard her neighbouring locker open noisily and no doubt, it was the most dreadful person's doing. Arthur Middleton.Her heart began to pace and her palm gradually turned cold from shivering and anxiety. Recalling her mother's words, she understood the Vampire wouldn't hesitate in killing her if she pressed the wrong buttons. So rather than indulge in a conversation with a blood sucking being, she decided to scurry away. She closed her locker briskly and was about to pace away when he held her back with his words."Get ready tomorrow. You and I are going to my Witch's abode." He muttered in his usual icy tone. She clutched tightly to her books leaning against her chest. She turned to his Grey coloured irises blooming in an intimidating manner. His hair was neatly
As the police vehicle drove on a silent street of Covington, Arthur had planned various strategies in escaping from the clutches of the law. These ignorant cops were oblivious of his true nature and simply following the orders of Sheriff Cosgrove. He planned on killing them but decided against it as that will be too obvious. It would only worsen the situation. Hence he opted for the other plan. "I need to pee." He pitched innocently from the back. One of the officer smirked at him while the driver pressed on. "Don't worry, you'll have lots of peeing to do when we reach CPD." He said to Arthur's dissatisfaction. "Please, I can't hold it any longer." Arthur grimaced a pleading face in harmony with his polite tone."We'll stop by at the next public toilet. Now shut your mouth!" The driver sounded sonorously in an authoritative mannerism. Arthur relaxed for minutes before the vehicle came to a solemn halt. The Policeman handling the wheels alighted first, opening the rear door cautio
News spread like wildfire upon the sheriff's disappearance neither did another brutal murder stop from happening. The Town of Covington had soon descended to a temporary lockdown with curfew imposed on it's citizens. Fear and uncertainties had started to seep into hearts of the Innocents; for the nights brought deaths and terror. The joy and liveliness that once breathed in this small town now brewed into tension and quietness.Arthur heaved an heavy sigh thinking about the recent changes. To a human, the lockdown was simply imposed to curb deaths and find Sheriff Cosgrove. But to the Supernatural world, this was clearly a declaration of war. A war between the prestigious Hunter Families of Covington and Supernatural creatures. Precisely the Werewolves and Vampires. Most times Witches were spared but the same fate can't be said for the rest. There existed a time, when the Supernatural creatures were in unison with humans of Covington. A past where they all lived in harmony until Nicod
And so, the Lockwood's annual party came to an abrupt terrific end. One could start with the police circling about the bloody scenery or the blaring tone and lights of several ambulance vehicles. Perhaps one could start with the bodies itself. Some had their hearts ripped out of their chest, others had obvious bite marks across their necks. But the main worries were the identities of these people killed. Dan and his clique alongside security guards. Bella would have assumed Arthur did the killings but he was with her during the ugly incident. And for the first time, she chose to believe his words. Whoever was doing this meant more harm than Arthur. "Bella Cosgrove." A tall heavily built man uttered beside her. His appearance formal and in harmony with his dark clothing. It wasn't far-fetched this man was a bodyguard. "Mr. Lockwood requests of your presence. Please follow me."She nodded and was about to depart from the ugly scenery until Arthur held her abruptly. Grinning sinister
The chirping of birds and the heating sensation of sun rays gradually stole Jeremy from his long sleep. He couldn't tell how long he'd passed out nor if he were still held by chains. Suspending him midair and giving him the most gruesome pain he's ever experienced. His eyes awoke lazily and his stomach grumbled. Complaining about the long starvation. His lips were dry and his skin pale from long exposure to air and beatings. Realization dawned on him as he enjoyed the comfort of the small rickety bed. He was in a room designed like an hut and made out of oak wood. The silky brown blanket shielded him from his toe and up to his hips. Leaving his chest bare. How he had gotten here remained a mystery he didn't want to solve. All he thirsted for is to enjoy this comfort while he could. "You're finally awake." Said the stranger who emerged into the hut. His appearance elderly like one in his mid sixties. He had a grin that expressed how grateful he was, his pure Hazel iris glimmering in
Bella raced breathlessly across a street of Covington. She screamed but to no avail. The night was dark and unusually silent. Her trotting steps weren't the only one heard in the serene night, there were others too. A monster chasing after her vehemently. Threatening growls from unprecedented angles and a blooming fog that encircled the entirety of the street. She couldn't phantom where to escape, all she kept on doing was running. On impulse. Her strengths gradually faded and her quickened steps relatively reduced. From a fierce runner to a staggering lady about to collapse from breath loss. The growl sounded closer with every second that came by neither did the fog disappear. She knew death was looming around the corner but her legs were failing her. Unable to demonstrate her willpower. With every forced step she picked, dizziness dawned and her breathlessness increased the burning pain in her chest. "Help!" She screamed in an extremely stressed tone. Except her voice only protruded