A man wearing a white coat crouched to get a better look at Zheira who’s seated at the reclining chair. He smiled, revealing white, pointed teeth.
“Okay, Princess Alic, what do you suggest we do?” He flicked the syringe filled with purple liquid.
Zheira followed its tip with creased brows. “But why are you calling me Princess Alic?” Her voice sounded small and pitchy.
The man smirked. “You’re a joker little girl, aren’t you? Of course I’m calling you that way, because it’s who you are.”
“Me?” She pointed herself. “I’m not Alic! I’m Zheira!” Her heart started beating rapidly when the man laughed.
“You’re just stressed out. We’ve just been talking about these potions, and now you’re denying who you are.” He shook his head with amusement.
“No! Believe me! You’re mistaken! I’m not Alic!”
“Hmm. Let’s just say that I believe you.” With one last glimpse, he injected the syringe into her shoulder. Her screams pier
Zheira turned rigid when the witnesses filled the dining hall. Most of them were busy conversing in low murmurs while few of them were eyeing her with frank curiosity. Her grip on the spoon tightened. She couldn’t help longing for the company of Alic’s room.When the noise was tuning louder, the king snapped, just so it would cease. “I’m so glad all of you arrived safely.” His feathery voice carried out at the dining hall at the ruling silence.Zheira pressed her lips together, just as a pronounced vampire glided swiftly. He lowered his left knee and bent the other, letting his hood dangled at his back to reveal a pale, pointed, diamond face graced with a hooked nose, thin red lips, and crimson eyes.“It is because of your grace, your majesty.” His voice was too soft it sounded like a woman was speaking.“Of course, of course!” The king smirked. “How could I forget? Truly, time makes most memory fade.”Then they both laughed. Although their
Zheira was sitting cross-legged on her bed while staring at Vladimir who’s leaning on the wall beside the doorway. “What do you think about that guest?” She tucked some strands of her golden hair to her ears.Vladimir breathed heavily. “He’s not different to my father. Whatever he showed you earlier is just a trick.”“But he knows how to fight my gift. He pushed me, remember? Maybe he can help me control it.”Eyes gleaming, he snorted. “He’s not someone you can trust. Besides, I’m here. I can help you.” He moved a little. In a flash, he’s now sitting beside her. “Are you planning something stupid?” His golden eyes scanned her. It felt as if he could see her soul.She diverted her gaze while fanning her hands. There’s a sudden warmth boiling from inside her with him so near. She shook it by muttering, “Of course not. Why would I do something like that?”His light-hearted laugh echoed in the room, making Zheira’s stomach turned upside down. He ruffl
The castle echoed the whistle of the trumpet as the sun rose from beyond the horizon. Common Vampires were walking toward the castle with big smiles. From inside, busy vampires swiftly ran and do things they were assigned to.It was impossible not to get dizzy once you looked at them in action.Walls were obscured by red, silky curtains, floating seamlessly, which was carved with a small, round, yellow crest. Arcs were made to stand beside each entrance, and those were graced by hedges and lilies.Vladimir walked past his room to observe things and to plan out their escape. He must ensure that both of them were safe and well. Zheira might disagree, but her complaints wouldn’t do anything if they’re already away from his father’s grasp; however, as he rounded the castle, he realized—with a pang—that every entrance and exit were heavily guarded.‘What the? How the hell will we escape without being seen?’ He frowned. ‘You’ll have to think fast, Vladimir. T
Zheira was lost. All she could remember was being in a strange room and something about Eleanor. From then on, she had been shunned in the pits of shadows. She couldn’t even see her own body, but she’s not dead.Her heart was still beating, and yet, she felt empty like she’s in the center of a tug war; whether or not death wins her over, she knew she needed to escape this hell-like place. It was then that she started turning. The air pressure was too much for her skin, but what wrinkled her nose was the smell of corpse coming off from the unseen walls.Voices started echoing from her hopelessness. It came from the space itself. The sound waves became louder as the world slowed down. She could make out gray walls starting to visualize in thin air. Her eyes narrowed. Before she could even scream, she landed facedown on rough ground.Groaning, she crouched and patted the dirt away from her shirt. Her body turned rigid when she heard the voices earlier. The
Zheira was trying to wake her mother up, but she couldn’t even touch her. All she could do was to watch her lying helpless on the ground.She glared at Vladimir whose eyes were focused on his sister. She couldn’t even afford to look at him straight. He seemed to be a different person. In fact, he’s worse than the king himself. She wants to scream, trash, and vent the overwhelming emotion ironing her heart.The problem was, she couldn’t do any of it.She sighed, wishing more than ever to escape this memorial cage. She had long accepted she couldn’t control this kind of gift; however, if she stayed there much longer, she might turn insane.A cracking sound stopped any of her thoughts. Her eyes widened. Cracks were dancing around the mirrors. It was moving so fast the glass was easily filled with deep, thunder-like lines.Vladimir’s narrowed eyes trailed over the cracks. He bent, almost hugging his sister before surrounding himself with a
Zheira linked her arms around her knees. Her tears were flowing non-stop, and everything she believed in shattered into pieces. She couldn’t take the truth. Their death was triggered by a rebellion led by Vladimir, but he did not even bother to protect them when they were hunted.His conscience was dominated by his madness, only fueled by his vengeance.She clenched her fist while biting the lower part of her lips. Screaming wouldn’t give any satisfaction. What she needed was an absolute reason why her parents have to die. They’ve done nothing wrong; all they did was to help a man who has forsaken them and has only helped when everything was too late.Now she understood his abandonment. The common vampire’s glares and the mockery of the witnesses were rooted in his rebellion.A warm breeze danced around the room. It caressed her skin, sending an unknown shiver down to her spine. Her breathing quickened as a golden line started to trace the c
Zheira’s hands were clasped against a red, tall gate. She hadn’t realized how far she had run until she found herself in North Hills. Her legs were sore, and her veins were tensed, but it was nothing to the tears trickling seamlessly from the corner of her bloodshot eyes. It felt as if sharp pins were piercing her heart as she stared at their two-story mansion. She pushed the gate. In an instant, a small four-year-old girl ran with a delighted squeak in the front lawn, a skinny man chasing her. “You can’t run away from me, Zheira!” Robert laughed. Though his voice seemed distant, it was enough to freeze Zheira on the spot. The five-year-old Zheira turned, put her hands above her head, and stuck her tongue out. “You can’t catch me! You’re slow!” Her voice was serene and innocent. Zheira could only raise her hand, wishing to get a hold of her younger self. “Oh, your dead meat!” Robert sneered with a nasty grin. With
Vladimir massaged his temple as he leaned against the soft backrest of his throne. “What did you say?” Eleanor closed her eyes for a fraction. “She escape—forgive us, your majesty! I—We lost track of her whereabouts in Germany.” “You mean to tell me, a girl slower than all of you, has escaped?” His voice was as sharp as the ends of a knife, and as though afraid to be pierced, the Elite Guards’ knees hit the ground, pleading relentlessly. “Useless!” He smashed his fist at the metal armrest; it released a deep, gong-like tune. If the Elites were given a choice, they would rather be eaten by the ground rather than facing the king’s wrath. “Forgive us, your majesty!” The Elite Guards bowed altogether. “We are worthy of your punishment!” A splash of icy blue, water-like line crawled in Vladimir’s golden irises, just as his body radiated with raging water. He towered over the crouching Elite. “Then so be it.” Before any of them cou