I never thought I would find myself in a situation like this. I wanted to be normal. There wasn't supposed to be anything special about me. But as soon as I turn eighteen, things turned south. My crush on the Astronomy professor isn't as innocent as I thought. The rudest jock in the academy has a hold of my lust. And I am no longer human. What has my life turn into?View More
The minutes, hours, and eventually days had prolonged. Night and day were a mixture of colors that I couldn't pick apart sometimes. If it wasn't for the digital clock on my bedside table that told me the time, I was a hundred percent sure that I wouldn't even know how long I had been here in my room. A week. A whole damn week had gone by. A whole damn week where I had to resist my vampiric urges and stay in my room close off from everyone. But it was for the best really. It was for my benefit. I knew that if I went out of this room two certain things would happen. One, I would be harassed endlessly by the other Deamhans in the house. I would have to stand their hisses, their predatory gazes, and I would need to hope that they had fed before I came out of my room, or I would most certainly be attacked by them. I could be their leader's daughter, but that went through the window when blood lust settled in. I was proof of that. I felt the dryness in my throat every single day,
I jumped out of my chair faster than I thought I could move with the silver cuff around my ankle. The chair made a screeching noise as I stood. The sound of my rapidly beating heart the only thing I could hear at the moment. I tried hard, really hard, to focus on it and not on how the blood of the guy flowed through his veins on his way to my father's mouth. The girl was still kneeling before me, her eyes still cast down to her flat palms on her thighs. Her breathing was even. There was no trace of fear in her.The smell of errant blood spilled from my father's mouth on the boy's neck made me ignore the pounding of my heart in my ears. It forces me to be aware of what I'm feeling. The need to feed. I felt it. The urge to sink my teeth into that girl's neck and drain her life source into my mouth. My fangs elongated and I felt their tip on the bottom of my lip.I tried to look at anything but at my father, but his insistent stare calls my own. I met his star
The walls around me seemed to breathe at the same time I did. The floor swayed from side to side and up and down. The orange colors drifting through my window from outside made me think of fire and ache instead of the gorgeous sunset it must be. I could still hear Williams's words running around in my head. They were doing laps like my brain was a track field. After he dropped the bomb of what he truly is and how he was made, he simply pushed himself off the wall and left me alone. It was like he had just told me that I got an F on my midterm instead of flipping my world upside down even more. I didn't see any remorse for hiding his true self from me. I didn't see any emotion at all in his eyes. It was like he had completely changed in a matter of days since he ambushed my friends and me. How could he go from the friendly Astronomy professor in the academy to this cold half-demon here? I couldn't understand it. Or maybe I didn't want to understand it. Either way, I had lost all sens
My eyes refused to open. I could feel the throbbing pain inside my head pounding. As I regained consciousness, the searing pain on my ankle intensified, but it helped to numb the one in my brain. I could see his surprised face in my mind's eye the more I woke up. His moss-green eyes locking with my own. How his eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly agape. How he took the first step towards the mess I was on the floor before I couldn't take the ache in my head and body any longer, and I succumbed to the darkness.William.The man- the professor- that swept me off my feet since freshman year. The man that gave me my first kiss after I turned eighteen. The man that after discovering who I was, I managed to be psychically connected to psychically him by some miracle, which I still didn't understand. And he is also the man that betrayed me and my friends and delivered me to the Deamhans, and in turn, to my father.As much as my body- and maybe ev
I take a few deep breaths before walking out behind him. I don't even know why I'm following, I just know I have to. There is no one else in the whole house. There must definitely be a sinister reason behind it. I remember that when I arrived here for the first time, even though I was blindfolded, I could still hear others around. It wasn't just him.He is moving to the back of the house, where surprisingly there are more rooms. This place is bigger than I thought. He opens the door to one of the rooms to his right and leaves the door open. I know I have to get inside too, but he doesn't even glance at me. He just keeps walking forward to a desk. His desk. Walking in I glance around. This is definitely his office,...the office. A shudder runs down my spine as I recalled that night. My face being uncovered and finding myself face to face with my own father's blood-red eyes. I stop in front of the door and walked no further in. He sits down casually on top of his desk, on
I let the hot water run through my naked body cleaning it from all the filth and grime I caught the day they imprisoned me. The hot water relieves my muscle soreness. It is a welcoming feeling. I wash my hair and for a moment I stop thinking of my confines and enjoy the feeling of the water soaking me and enveloping me in its warm embrace. I could stay beneath the showerhead for the rest of my life, but the inevitable is just outside my new bedroom doors. I reluctantly shut down the shower and wrap a towel around my body. I use another towel to dry my hair as I walk out into my chambers.I didn't expect my room to be this fancy. I expected to find myself in another prison, but with better accommodations...well now that I think about it, this is a prison with better accommodations. I laugh on the inside and walk over to the massive walking closet this room has. There are so many clothes that I could hardly count them all, and they are all spectacular. I even have some designer
I wake up and quickly feel disoriented. I don't know where I am. I can't recognize anything around me. Well as far as I can see around me, I am in a pitch-black room. The small spec of light that faintly illuminates the room is coming from beneath the door. I am lying down on a cold stiff bed. There is no much furniture around the room, just where I'm lying, a sink, and a toilet. Soon it dawns on me, I am in a prison. How does a hybrid manage to end up in a prison? I sit up on the bed and quickly feel light-headed. I press my hand on my forehead in an attempt to stop the room from moving before my eyes. The darkness is welcoming, though. I don't think that with how lightheaded I feel I could handle too much light right now. I look down at myself and see that my right long-sleeved has been cut, exposing my arm. I look at my forearm and see that I have white gauze with medical tape. I gently pull it out and see a small needle incision. They have taken some of my blood. I'm not healing
As he stares back at me my breath leaves my lungs in a rush and seems that my air isn't going to come back. His red eyes bore into my soul and wake up sentiments that I had buried deep inside me for years now. For 18 years he has been just a misconstrued memory. A sour reminder that I was indeed born. I never would have imagined that I would actually meet him someday; after all, he is supposed to be dead. As I stare back into those deadly, but captivating eyes, I feel my world shift under my feet; I am still wearing the gym clothes I had on when I was training with Mia. They are filled with dirt and dust.I feel my self-tremble underneath his stare that runs all over my body. He is my father, my creator, my doom.
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