Laura - The house in the suburbsBeatrice lies on her bed, unable to get up. Her weak hands lie on the blanket, her lovely gaze locked on me.I kneel by the side of the bed and touch her cheek gently, feeling a coldness.I don't know whether it's a dream, a memory, or both, but I want to see her face again; I don't want to let go.“I can’t go if you don’t find peace of mind, Laura. I’ve always been here for you. But now love is right around the corner. Let it in, or I can’t move on.”I take her hand and give her a sad smile. “Then I’ll never find love if that means you’ll always be with me.”“For everything, there’s a time,” she starts with a shallow voice. “Now is the time for me to die and for you to start living.”Her soft words always had the gift of making everything better.A strange sound makes me turn my head to the window. A bright light sweeps over everything, and Beatrice disappears. I wake from my dream to some noises from the window. Something keeps poking at the glass,
Laura - BucharestMy first stop is Paul’s villa. It’s been a while since I last came here. The guy at the entrance gate says Paul’s not here. I look at the phone. It’s already past 7 PM. Is he still at work? I have to try.I dash through the streets, thinking about what I'll say to Paul when I find him.As a result of the moisture in the air, the city has a less pungent smell. It reeks worse than wet dogs; the stench of wet hobos instead of filthy hobos. The crowd swarming the city center disgusts me.I cut through the narrow streets of the city center. A sudden gust of wind forces me to walk faster, but it also stirs the cobblestones beneath my feet, making the sound of breaking glass.I stop and stand outside Paul’s office building. The rainy evening washes the streets. The cars swish as they drive past on the wet asphalt.When I step inside, I'm already soaked. Water splatters across the floor tiles as I make my way to Paul's office.I nearly forgot the building's interior. It's o
Laura - The house in the suburbs"You insisted on getting here as soon as possible. Here we are," I say, turning toward Paul, who is locking the door behind him. "I hope you haven’t prepared some great romantic gesture.""To be honest, I'm not much of a romantic. Reality endures longer than romance."His arms close around me, and his warmth melts me like always. His head lowers, his cheek brushing against mine.He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom before I know it. My clothes are almost entirely on the floor when he places me on the mattress. He has quite a skill of undressing me.He kisses me passionately, and my legs wrap around his waist. I find his weight delightful.Like a hot wave, his breath shudders inside my ear shell when he speaks.“No matter how much you closed yourself in, you always left a space for me to slip in. And I always pay you attention. So it's been easy to sink in.”Steady and meticulous, Paul makes sure to nib, lick, kiss, or suck each and every one
Paul - The house in the suburbsInhaling a lungful of fresh air, I answer, “What do you want, Lexa?”"Is this how you greet me these days, Paul?" Lexa chuckles, her voice light and playful. She'll try to toy with me again. "What did I do to deserve such a happy reaction?"“Lexa, I’m busy. If you have something important to tell me, I’ll listen. Otherwise, I’ll call you later.”She pauses. Only a sigh and her breathing come through."Do you require assistance with the strigois?" Lexa's question catches me off guard, so I let her continue. "I'm aware of the unfair settlement you signed. It doesn't sound like something you'd do if you didn't have a plan. Please let me know if I can help you."“How do you know about my deal with them? It’s not public knowledge.”“I still know a thing or two about your men, Paul. Do you really think I don’t know how to make Alin or Dan talk? But I won’t give names.”Lexa likes to play games; she always has. She just gave me names, even if she says she won’
Paul - Wolves Inc underground levelSurrounded by my wolves, I look around at the various vehicles. Most of them are high-end or luxury models.Dan falls into step behind me as everyone else follows us to the cars. Even if I can’t see the sky from the underground parking lot, I know the moon isn’t shining in the sky yet.I take the passenger seat as Dan gets in the car at the wheel. Instead of igniting the engine, Dan sighs heavily and turns to me."Perhaps you should rethink your course of action. There's no going back, Paul, if we tackle the blood traders. The accord will break, and all you have fought for will be lost."As my gaze darts from his face to the wall in front of the parked car, my heart begins to beat faster."You don’t understand. No matter what I do, her name, her face, and our moments together come to mind. I must act now. She might be suffering as we speak." My voice thins as I utter the words until it sounds like a broken string. I gulp and regain my composure as I
Laura - Unknown locationI try to move but to no avail. Silver chains restrain my hands and feet in a vertical position, even though my toes don't touch the floor. My skin burns around the bindings, and it hurts even more whenever I try to move.Nonetheless, I strive and wriggle. At times, I believe I scream, but no sound comes out of my lips, or my ears have stopped working.My back aches and the wounds covering my body aren’t healing as fast as new ones appear. Even so, they will heal. Only the scars of the soul never disappear.After all, I am a strigoi. I can't hear my heart beating in my chest, which makes me feel sick and weak. Focusing all my powers, I glamour myself again. I have to feel human.Footsteps on the rocky floor are steadily approaching the silver door. My torturers visit me once more.My captors always return. No matter when I manage to sleep or how tired I feel, they're never gone for long.The man who enters first is a human. The unchanging rhythm of the man’s he
Alisa - Her apartmentBrowsing channels at 4 AM is a bad idea. Only subpar porn and disgusting talk shows switch before my eyes. I shouldn’t have bought a new TV after Laura smashed the previous one.Oh, Laura... Where are you now? What happened to you? I can't think of any other method to track you down. I tried everything I could think of. I wish I knew where to start looking for you.I lean forward over the coffee table, one hand rubbing my temple and the other tapping on the wooden surface. A creaking sound notifies me barely a fraction of a second before the table buckles beneath the pressure of my nails.“Ahh,” I scream my frustration in the stale air of the living room.Oh, the irony of being extremely powerful and yet feeling completely powerless. My palm lingers above the emptiness where my coffee table previously stood. I'm upset about the loss of the said piece of furniture, but I'm not sure why. I didn't even like that hideous chunk of wood.I stare blankly at the remains
Alisa - In front of the apartment blockDamn! The situation doesn’t look good for us. I’m not Laura, and Dan is not Paul. If the strigois find out about our relationship, it will end badly for both of us.A black limousine is waiting at the curb. With my eyes fixed on the vehicle, I pass by Dan without sparing him another glance.“Let’s go. It smells of dog around here,” I scoff, waving a hand beneath my nose as if I want to drive away the stench in the air.“Alisa! What are you saying?” Dan shouts behind me. He takes a step forward, but one of Ion Corvin's men blocks his path.“The lady comes with us,” the man says, unfazed.“She doesn’t go anywhere.” Dan’s nostrils flair. “Alisa is mine.”“Alisa is a strigoi, and all strigois are mine,” Ion Corvin decrees with a smug grin.“The only person I belong to is myself,” I bark out and enter the limousine."Get out of my way!" Dan pushes aside the strigoi who obstructed his path. He takes two steps and stops in front of Ion Corvin. I fear