"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 scaling his mind. One, he should compel her for a one night stand where he would drink massively from her blood or he should simply play gentle till she takes the shot. Either ways, he knew he was game point with Alisha.
"Someone's getting naughty." Alisha pitched mindlessly as she eyed Arthur like a seductress, placing her left index finger on her lips and the other hand on her waist.
Bella glanced at both of them, unsurprised. She knew Alisha to be be a fanatic of handsomeness and Arthur could easily pass on as a flirt. Her major concern was Alisha and her obliviousness of Arthur's true nature.
"You caught me, milady. I find Belgrave High cheerleader irresistible." He responded huskily with a wink.
"Of course." Alisha's cheeks turned pink.
Bella already distracted, continued to watch in dismay.
"I know what I want and I always get it." His right hand played with his lower jaw and a grin that lifted from the corner of his lips.
"And what do you want?" Alisha asked gently touring towards him.
"This is not going to end so well." Bella whispered to herself, frowning whilst. Her mind raced several sinister thoughts Arthur could be planning for ignorant Alisha. She turned to both of them again but found Arthur glaring at her. His dangerous expression defined something; as if he had heard her whispers. He arose to his tall height and walked past her to reach Alisha.
"I want you." Arthur gazed into Alisha's eyes pulling her by the waist, close enough to to bask in her scent. She held his gaze, daring him to do more. "I happen to have a Lamborghini and I was wondering, if we could tour around town." He smiled. She inched her head closer.
"You'll have to do just more than that to get me." She winked. A cunning grin briskly played on his lips.
"Oh I can do more than you'll ever imagine." His devilish thoughts voiced out his words in a whispery manner. His left hand slowly caressed her cheek.
"Interesting. I hope you all know this is detention." Mr. Alrik interjected as he emerged into the class. Alisha wriggled away from his touch. Gingerly returning to her seat. Arthur eyed his history teacher in response. His hands slipping into his pockets and posing defiantly in his stance. There was this aura his teacher possessed that Arthur didn't fancy.
"I must say Arthur, your first day at school is quite a diary I'll never forget." Mr. Alrik uttered while Bella studied Arthur's reaction carefully. She wondered what response he would give her favorite teacher. "First you wreck the school's property, then you scampered off with Bella to goodness knows where and now, you're openly flirting with our 'dear' Alisha." Silence reigned in the room for minutes. "Don't let my likening towards you be a mistake, young man. Now return to your seat.". Mr. Alrik ordered in a stern tone yet his face were inscribed with an harmless grin.
Bella watched Arthur growl and his palms curl as he returned to the back seat. Mr. Alrik toured around them, studying their expression. "Have any of you heard about Princess Elizabeth Denver?" Alrik asked in a grand gesture.
"What now? Mr. Alrik. Are you going to lecture us about history?" Joe voiced in a sarcastic manner. Bella peered at him disapprovingly before facing Mr. Alrik.
"Very little is known about her." She calmly stated. A grin appeared on Alrik's face and a smirk on Alisha's.
"As usual Bella, you never cease to impress me." Alrik stopped by her table. "So tell us, what do you know about her?"
Bella heaved a light sigh. "Well, I know for a fact that she was a princess of a very small kingdom back in the late 1800s. She's mostly recognized about her bravery and efforts in uniting her Kingdom and of course taking it to greater heights."
"Interesting!" Mr. Alrik appraised. "Unfortunately, little is known about her sudden demise."
He walked towards the board,facing everyone. "Hence,I'll be splitting the four of you into pairs. I want you to research and report as an assignment, the circumstances surrounding the death of Princess Elizabeth Denver."
"Mr. Alrik this is supposed to be detention and not a class." Alisha smugly replied.
"I know. I'm giving the four of you this assignment in exchange for your one week detention. Isn't that merciful?"
"It's heartlessness! How should we research on 1800s history of a small kingdom." The boy grumbled.
"You have Google." Mr. Alrik adjusted his recommended glasses briefly. "Alisha, you'll be pairing with Joe. Bella, you're pairing with Arthur."
Bella's eyes widened as Alrik finished his statement. She glanced between the blank face of Arthur and the smiley Alrik.
"I'm sorry Mr. Alrik but can you pair with someone else?. Joe would make an excellent partner."
She quickly offered but her teacher seemed firmly resolved in his decision.
"I don't think so. I want this report submitted before the week ends. Have a lovely day." Bella watched in horrific awe as her teacher exited the class. Her eyes flowed to the mark on her wrists then to Arthur who passed beside her without a glance.
"Alisha, shall we?" She watched him say to the Cheerleader. They both intertwined their arms as they exited the class. Bella understood clearly that this was Arthur's way of saying. He didn't care!
The evening clouds were clear and the atmosphere carried solemnity. Unfortunately, the same fate couldn't be said for Bella. As she resigned into her couch, all she could think of was Jeremy's wellbeing and how to get rid of Arthur. From the meetings they've shared, it's a clear mutual feeling they loathed each other. Except for his charms she could hardly resist. She didn't understand why life would put such a devilish life into an innocently charming body. She was also in oblivion what Arthur was, if he h
is a Werewolf just like Jeremy or not. There were other puzzling facts she needed to worry about too but the door which clicked open, tousled her thoughts. She looked to the doorway. Her mother decorated in a dirty brown police uniform. Her eyes appeared tiredly and her body expressed how much stress she had worked through over the course of the day.
"Hi mum." Bella chirped in her accustomed greetings. She was struck in a limbo; if it was safe to tell her mother about her day's ordeal or not.
"You're back early." Sheriff Cosgrove answered. She lifted her police cap off her head and tossed it lazily to the dining table. It revealed her messy red hair she had packed into a bun.
"And you look like a mess." Bella retorted.
"There's this mysterious murder case ongoing. You can't blame me. Have you had your Garlic?" She asked as she strolled in her boots into the kitchen.
Bella hesitated for minutes; waiting patiently for her mother to return from the Kitchen.
"Mum, why is it mandatory to have Garlic literally every day?" Bella asked her mother who gulped her cup of milk. She recalled Arthur talking about Garlic and compulsion.
"Well," her mother's gentle voice jerked her back to reality. "When you were young, you used to have this strange illness only Garlic can cure. Which is why it's mandatory you take it. I can't risk my beautiful daughter slipping into that pain again." Bella nodded slowly as her mother explained. For the first time, she didn't want to believe the entirety of her mother's story.
"Why are you asking all of a sudden?"
"You know," Bella cocked her head to the side with a superficial sheepish grin. "Curiosity." Her mother nodded, taking the route to her bedroom. Bella briskly followed suit.
"Have you found Jeremy?" She asked in an overly concerned voice. Her mother's boot halted in it's march against the wooden floor once they emerged into her room.
"Not yet honey." Her mother answered too in the same mannerism. "Trust me, the entirety of CPD are trying their best. I promise you, we'll find him."
Bella's countenance lowered while her mother unbuttoned her shirt.
"Mum, do you by chance know any Arthur Middleton?" Bella asked with heavy dose of uncertainties booming in her voice. She noticed her mother paused abruptly and then stared at her.
"There's only one Arthur I know. I've never met him but I've heard his tales." Her mother grimaced a tiny smile that faded the next second.
"Tales like what?" Bella furrowed her gaze.
"You know, stuffs. Nothing intriguing." Her mother shrugged.
"Mum, there's something you need to know." Bella gulped down the fear that started to dominate her tone.
"What is it, honey? I've got tons of work to tend."
Bella heaved a sigh unsure of how her Mother would react.
"I lied about Jeremy's abduction." Her Mother halted in her doings, glaring in disbelief.
"Three days ago, Jeremy and I were walking down a forest path. Suddenly he," Bella pursed her lips as she noted her Mother's stern focus. "He transformed into a Wolf, like those kind of Werewolves movies we watch. He went into a bizarre state and almost killed me until one man showed up to save me. Arthur Middleton."
The fright in Sheriff Cosgrove's eyes was unquantifiable. She stared at her daughter in disbelief and horrific awe as words rolled out her mouth. She had tried severally and effortlessly to keep her daughter away from the Supernatural Saga of this town. But now, her beloved daughter was living right in the middle of it.
"Sweet Jesus! You went through all these and you didn't tell me. I'm your Mother! Bella." She yelled from anxiety that ruled her insides.
"I-I was scared! I didn't know how to tell you." Bella retorted, concerned at this evident fright lurking in her eyes. She swore she had never seen her mother this uneasy before.
"This town is in deep trouble. Jeremy is a Werewolf and Arthur is in town. I have to notify the others." Bella watched her mother button her dirty shirt in haste.
"What do you mean deep trouble? Is it true you're an Hunter?" Bella wore a confused expression while her mother stormed out. She hurriedly trailed after her mother.
"Who told you that?" Her mother halted abruptly in the parlour.
"Did he harm you?" Her mother Immediately asked. Approaching her within a second and checking her body for marks. Most precisely her neck. Bella thought of the Janitor's closet but decided against it. Her mother was already stressed and telling her would only worsen the situation.
"No, mum what's wrong. Who is he?"
"Arthur is a Vampire! And not just any Vampire. He his half a century year old. Vampires of that age possesses special abilities that even special hunters like us find hard to overcome."
Bella squinted her eyes as her mother vomited fast paced words she couldn't comprehend. Dark revelations that gripped her mercilessly.
"So you knew all these and you didn't think to tell me! The Garlic tea, this Hunter prodigy and whatever secrets you've been hiding from me." Bella pitched vehemently against her mother's tone. Arthur was right all along and the fact her mother hid this much, broke her.
"There are things you aren't ready for or should even know." Her mother responded sternly but Bella wriggled away from her touch. "The only thing you should know, is this town is not safe with Arthur in it. Hell, he might be responsible for this recent deaths springing all over town. Stay away from Arthur!"
"I don't think that's possible." Bella stared about the room aimlessly. Trying to absorb the fact her mother had hid so much and Arthur was a murderer. "We attend the same school."
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
1891 - North West VirginiaIn the ball room of the Denver's there dwells every elite, the hunters, Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, dancing in harmony, appreciating their peaceful co-existence."Your elegance defines true beauty." Arthur muttered, proudly dressed in his dazzling black suit. Dancing to the sweet tunes that filled the air with the love of his life, Princess Elizabeth Denver. One of their hands glued together while his other rested on her waist and she on his chest.She found herself lost in his grey eyes with his smile that made her cheeks constantly pink."Is this how your charms work for other girls?" She chuckled lightly."Perhaps." He shrugged. "But I choose you. The lady who didn't ask for my love but captured it."They both continued to share their endless gaze"I love you Elizabeth Denver, you know." She heard him say boldly."I love you too, Arthur Middleton." She bit her lower lip with an happy smile complementing her face.Arthur's right hand gently toured down h