"I must say, you are an excellent cook", Mr. Thompson praised making me blush. I smiled in acknowledgement. Marie giggled demurely and nudged me lightly. Last Sunday, Marie had almost forced me to have lunch with them and I couldn't help but oblige. This Sunday I had invited them. Marie and I have become fast friends. She often comes to my house, we talk even though sometimes I have to skirt away from certain topics due to obvious reasons.
Mr. Thompson usually stayed out of the house and returned home during weekends. Even though he was a doctor, I wonder why he was never seen around the village. I had made other acquaintances as well. The villagers seemed kind and friendly. However, I sometimes get this eerie feeling of being watched but when I turn around or look around, I find nothing out of place.
"She baked apple pie yesterday. She gave me some for you but I couldn't resist so I ate them", Marie's notorious confession pulle
MyraHis lips were still inches away from me while his gaze remained locked with mine. I exhaled slowly and shakily as I stare at him dumbfounded. Mates? What in the world was that? My shock turns into doubt as I repeat, "Mates?"He nodded without taking his eyes off me as if gauging my reaction. I countered, "What does it mean?" Damian straightened, "It means that we are soulmates". He spoke slowly as if being careful with his words and waited expectantly for my reply.Now I understood what he meant. While I did not really believe in soulmates, I had read a little about them in novels and poetries. I scoffed, taking a step back, "Soulmates? That is highly unlikely"."Why?" He closed the distance again. I peered at him, "Well, because you are...a vampire and I am a human and...if we were soulmates I don't think you would be treating me in this way". The bitterness in my tone leaked. I got balled my fists, my nails diggin
MyraI don't know for how long I stared at the vacant place where Damian had been standing not too long ago. Mates? I was that...beast's soulmate? That heartless, ruthless creature was my...soulmate? The lump in my throat made me gasp and it was then that I realised that I was crying.God could be ruthless when he wished to be, couldn't he? I was still reeling from almost being killed by him. I subconsciously touched the crook of my neck. I could still feel the phantom touch of his fangs. I shivered.I decided to go and lie down for a while and gather my scattered thoughts. Dusk had slowly crept in. As I was about to go, I was startled by Damian again. "Returning has been delayed." he walked past me as if this cottage was his, well, technically he did own it and went inside the bedroom.I could only do so much as gawk at his retreating figure before following him into the room. "Excuse me, what do you think you are doing
DamianI saw Myra let out an inaudible gasp. She didn't expect me to be a by-product of a human and a vampire. "But aren't vampires...turned?"I leaned one side against the windowsill, looking out at the starless night. I let out a shirt, humourless chuckle. "No. That's a misconception. A long time ago, vampires stopped turning humans into hybrids. That's what we call them. When a vampire drinks a human's blood then they usually drain the human out and kill them in the process."She gasped softly. I offered her a languid glance."My mother made the mistake of falling in love. Despite being a vampire who was probably a thousand years old and a Royal nonetheless, made the grave mistake of harbouring such a feeling. Towards a mortal." If I could go back in time, I would have stopped her even if that would have erased my existence from the world.Myra silently listened to me. "She pursued him. He was a rich merchant. Vampir
Myra"Raul," I whispered, the name tasted foreign on my tongue, unheard to my ears. I heard him inhale sharply and looked up at him. His intense gaze made me avert mine. His pale skin stood out even more in the darkness, ghostly and grey. My heart clenched at the traumatic experiences that he had faced. It made me angry to think that one person could be cruel enough to inflict such pain on his beloved and his child even if they weren't human and how that person was the sole reason that led Damian to the conclusion that all humans were cruel and heartless. His mother despite being undead, a nocturnal, a Royal was tortured so inhumanly. A little boy who did not deserve such treatment was almost burnt at stake. I blinked several times to hold back my tears."Why are you telling me all this?" I couldn't help but ask. We were standing side by side, looking out into the dark wilderness. The lights from candles in the room had long been snuffed out by t
DamianWhen I came back to my senses, the first thing that my unfeeling body felt was the pain. I cried out, my eyes were wide open now. I took in my surroundings while trying to forget the ver-present pain and burning. I was in the dungeon and this was no doubt the Castle. It didn't take me long to realise that my wrists were bound, my knees were throbbing with dull pain. It has been long since I felt this kind of pain. I chuckled despite wincing, this reminded me of the man who sired me. The silver chains encircling my wrist must have charred the skin there. My back also ached, the phantom sensation of what probably was a silver dagger still present.However, my pain addled brain tried to decipher as to why I had suddenly been ambushed or who had the audacity to ambush me. I tried to pull on the chains but that served to alleviate my pain even more."Still fighting, I see." An all too familiar feminine voice made me glance up. Alex
DamianThe pain that was coursing through my entire body somehow felt a distant ache now as I took in the revelation. My mouth fell open as I stared at the High Queen dumbfounded. She steadily kept her gaze elsewhere. Her jaws set in a defiant clench. She was my mother's...If one would think that I felt a sudden rush of affection or felt emotional at this discovery then they would be mistaken. All I felt was anger, the mind-numbing pain that I felt, turned into fury. How could she not do anything for my mother if she was the Queen's only daughter? Why did she let us suffer and let my mother wither away like that?"So you...turned me to save your face? So that the Council didn't question you?" I spat out. Even moving my lips turned out to be a difficult chore as the time ticked. She turned her scathing gaze towards me and huffed out a patronizing laugh, "Well I wouldn't have if you managed to fend for yourself." The last part stung more th
Damian"No....you did not...you...didn't..." I chanted, not believing and not even daring to imagine that she might have harmed Myra. In the process, I was also trying to convince myself that she was at the cottage, safe and maybe waiting for me. My heart twisted in agony. The Queen turned around. "What makes you think that I will spare her?" her question made me flinch. She was an unbiased ruler and her name preceded her. Yet...and yet she had protected me in her own way or for own sake.I lowered my gaze unable to give her a proper answer. My lips quivered as my mind chalked up different scenarios. I screwed my eyes shut. The pain and worry making it impossible for me to shut out the thoughts.She waited for a while, for what? I don't know before I heard her retreating footsteps. I sagged, my breath coming out in laboured pants. Suddenly I had no fight left in me. I did not entertain the notion of being able to save her, it would b
MyraThe first thing, I remotely felt after I came back to my senses was burning pain. It felt as if my entire body was on fire. A scream wrenched out of my lips as I felt the burning sensation devouring my senses like a fire-breathing monster. The next thing I became aware of was that I was no longer on the forest grounds but in a more...civilised place? I felt my fear spike up. Where was I? And why was I not dead?"Ah...I see you are awake." Through the haze of pain and fear, I squint to locate the origin of the voice and then my gaze fixates on Alexandra. I hurriedly sit up and glare at her, "Why am I here?" The burning sensation in my throat makes my voice sound scratchy and hoarse. She sighs but doesn't answer. Instead, she walks up to me and hands me a goblet with a sweet-scented liquid.I eye the goblet before glancing up at her. She raises an eyebrow. "Drink it and the burning sensation that you might be feeling will go away." Her