There was only one thing on my mind as we returned from aunt Zora’s. Bradley. I had not stopped thinking about him and being curious about his intentions. A part of me thought Bradley was a jerk who did not deserve my attention, which was valid, considering he had destroyed my phone for no good reason. But another part of me thought he was just a boy who did not know how to express himself, and needed me to help him be happy. I felt drawn to him, feeling like I could make his life so much better. Crazy, I know.Bradley Lightwood was not hard to find. The first person I had asked about his whereabouts had directed me to the town’s central football field. It was a large clearing near the forest, which made sense. With all the supernatural creatures roaming around, having forest cover nearby seemed a good idea. In case they couldn’t resist shape shifting, they could just go into the forest and do it away from prying eyes. I now understood why most of the town’s natural vegetation had bee
Although Emmett was mad that I was acting like a baby (his words), he ended up taking me home. It seemed he was not yet convinced that it was not safe for us to be out after dark with the creatures of the night roaming the town. I didn’t know if Mr. Morgenstern had been right about the werewolves being practically harmless to humans. He was a werewolf so naturally he was more likely to say good things about his kind. Maybe I wanted to believe werewolves were good because Bradley Lightwood was one.Hannah was home but did not seem to be in the mood for conversation. It was when she asked about Zach that I remembered Emmett had left him in one of his friend’s apartments. After we returned from aunt Zora’s, Emmett and Zach had walked to a nearby apartment building but he returned alone, saying Zach was playing with his friend’s son.“Are you sure this man can take good care of a child?” Hannah yelled at him. “You don’t even know what he is. Go, and you better come back with him in one pi
“Rafael is your boyfriend?” I said, frowning. I knew Rafael and my sister had history but didn’t think it was something that significant. I wanted to ask if they had dated before but decided to reserve that for another time.“That’s what I said,” Hannah said. “Okay,” I said. “I’m going to the bedroom. Welcome to the family, I guess.”I still felt there was something off about Rafael but I figured Hannah knew better since she had history with him, whatever it was. What did I know? Hannah seemed very comfortable with him. Either there was nothing for me to worry about or love had blinded her. My sister was known for choosing the worst men available. It was like her trademark, always making merry with the biggest jerks she could find. All the men left her broken. She gave too much of herself when all they were interested in was having a good time. The last one had drained her so much we thought she was never going to think about love again. It seemed that although love wanted to evade
Emilia’s POV The next day we found a group of vampires at our doorstep. I was standing by the counter in the kitchen area, trying to put together ingredients that Hannah and I needed to prepare breakfast for everyone. Hannah had written them down early in the morning and given them to me before she went to clean the bathroom. I was un-shelling an onion, trying hard not to look at it when Emmett walked out of his room wearing a vest and shorts. He had a water bottle on one hand and a phone on another. A tiny blue tooth speaker was attached to one of his large ears.“I’m going for a run,” he informed me. “Zach is still sleeping. He slept late because he couldn’t stop talking about vampires and werewolves. I could barely get any sleep.”“Alright,” I shrugged. Judging by his tone it was as if he was blaming me for it. Like I was the one who brought a vampire to our dinner table.When Emmett opened the door, he was taken aback when he saw four men standing outside with Rafael.“What do yo
After I ran out, my siblings ended up striking a deal with the vampire elders. The week went on without further incident. Hannah and Emmett would leave early in the morning for the resort while I stayed home with Zach, coaching him.The next Monday was our first day at our new schools. Hannah walked Zach to his school which was about 500 meters from home. Emmett and I took the bus because our school was further. The large five story building was in the middle of nowhere. It was like it had intentionally been built near the woods to cater for the supernatural creatures that roamed in it.As soon as we entered the bus, Emmett spotted some of his acquaintances at the back and went to sit with them leaving me alone. I was lucky to find an empty row on the two seater side. I sat by the window and stared outside as the bus drove by. Many students entered later and some huge guy sat next to me. He reeked of baby powder, but I didn’t mind. Since he didn’t say anything to me, I also kept quie
“Please kill me,” the emancipated woman begged with the last remnants of strength in her. She knew she was not getting out of that basement alive, so it was better for death to come as soon as possible. She lay on the cold hard floor, drained of energy because of constant hunger. It amazed her that she could still talk.There was a man in the room. He was leaning against one end of the wall, staring at the woman willing to give up her life for her family. Elizabeth Colman was indeed one tough nut to crack.“Give me what I want and I will let you go, Elizabeth.” Jonathan Smith said. “I do not want to torture you like this, but you have left me no choice.”Jonathan was the man who had replaced her husband as CEO of Imperative Oil co., a company operating mainly in Latin America but with its headquarters in the United States. Peter Colman had worked for the company most of his adult life, so had known everything about it. Before he died, he had handed some documents to his wife to keep t
“Do we really have to live in the middle of nowhere?” my little brother Zach whined.I glanced at the driver, my sister Hannah, whose eyes were fixed on the road. “Yes, Zach. This is the best place for us to live. It’s dad’s hometown.”“Mom’s hometown is better,” my twin brother Emmett chipped in.My mother had recently killed by Jonathan Smith, the man who replaced my father at work. She had bitten his jugular, making him bleed to death. The police said she killed him first and released that information to the public. That marked the beginning of our suffering.People had kept leaving trashy notes and letters in our mailbox, writing mean words on our walls, shouting them to us whenever we left home. These included biters, zombies, dogs, wolves, and vampires, among others.It was as if they had forgotten that Jonathan had kidnapped my mother for a month. The same people who had sympathized and helped us look for her were now shunning us. But in all honesty, sometimes I thought it was
The town was not so bad, although it was still tiny compared to most. I had expected it to be some old rundown place, but it actually seemed to be okay. In movies, when people go to small towns, they stay in rundown motels. This one was pretty good. If you could forget that some people had probably used the bed for some activities, you could enjoy the stay.Our aunt had invited us to stay at her house, but we did not want to be a burden. We had meals at a nearby restaurant and went to bed. Hannah, who was sharing the room with me, slept soundly while nightmares plagued me all night long. At one point when I was awake, I heard howling. Since it was a woody area, I figured it was wolves. I had heard howling before when on a tour, but this sounded different. Too real, loud. Despite that, I got some quality sleep towards morning.“Leave me alone,” I told Hannah when she woke me up.“I’m going to the resort site to see what needs to get sorted out,” she said.“Are we not going together?” I