Only one, this week I'm facing many challenges. Sorry. Have a nice weekend, folks! :)
Eliza POV "Women introduce themselves first before they slip into my bed." - he says coldly, his eyes not leaving mine. I'd smack him in the face but he brought me here, so I should be thankful. I should be, but I don't feel that at all. I am so mad, I can't help the reply that slips out of my mouth. "And men ask permission before they undress me!" - I say angrily. "It means, it happened before?" - he asks, seemingly expressionless but I feel he's just making fun of me. "No!" - I"m glaring at him. I want to stand up, but the moment I pull the cover from myself I feel cold and when I look at my legs I realize, I only have this tiny thing on me. "Where are my things? My purse and my clothes?" - I ask him embarrassed and quickly cover myself again. "Why? Didn't you just say men need to ask permission to undress you?" - he asks in the same cold tone and slowly steps closer to me. Instinctively I pull the cover higher, trying to hide. "Don't come any closer!" - but he doesn't car
Eliza POV The last two days went like a blur. After the moment I read that letter I couldn't sleep even for a minute. I dozed off here and there, but I am so stressed about that mysterious message I can't think about anything else. I am at the college's camera room and observe all the monitors cautiously. There was not even a burglary in here before, but I should be careful. I don't know who sent it and I don't know how much they know about me. I can't express how much I fear for my life, although sometimes I feel it would be better without me, still, even the thought of dying right now is so tremendous, I start shaking in my seat. I try to take calming breaths, I try to shut my mind but nothing helps until an image pops up in my head. An image of that asshole of a lord who called me a wrench. My fear suddenly turns to anger and I just want to smack his head to make me feel this insecure again. I know I am not an extraordinary person, or even have a beautiful body, but I stayed
Rick POV I'm closer to this cave with every heartbeat. The Seer's hideout is not something I should take lightly. She's guiding me, but still, I'm tested in this fog. I was never afraid of anything. At least, not anymore. But this fog gives me chills to the bone. My senses are not working here, only my instincts. You know the feeling, you're trapped inside a room, 'cause the lock is not opening and you start to feel overwhelmed? Now, this is a feeling I am not comfortable with. I even get visions about my past - especially my biggest regrets. I try to shrug them away but they keep coming. My vampire side feels really anxious. That word I never knew would ever use to describe it. My stoic, calm, and prideful vampire side suddenly mirrors my uncertainty. And Eugene went into slumber. I stop for a minute because that picture just came into mind is devastating. That was the moment that destroyed me. Completely and utterly. This particular event happened when Beth died. The sheer pa
Rick POV Well, fuck it is... "And what exactly do you mean by that?" - I ask, hoping I can avoid it somehow. "She will be your death. You will die. You cease to exist... shall I continue?" - she asks irritated. "I know what doom means, thank you very much!" - I answer sarcastically. - "What I meant is what will happen? What causes it?" - Is there a way to avoid it? I didn't dare to ask. She would think I am a wuss. She looks at me like I have just grown two heads. She takes a deep breath like I just annoy her. She slowly lowers her eyes to my chest then back at my face and eyes. I see a flicker of confusion in her opal eyes, then it disappears. "How did you get that scar?" - she asks "How do you know I have a scar?" - I ask back. We look straight into each other's eyes. As if we're challenging each other. She then closes her eyes and smoothes her hand through her hair. "Not that is any of your business, but since I owe you..." - she trails off as it causes her some kind of a pa
Unknown POVI like to think of myself as an ordinary girl, although my family is NOT ordinary. And don’t get me started about their expectations.I’m the daughter of the Greatest Hunter in the world. His words, not mine. He thinks I am just as extraordinary as he is. Please… I am an okay fighter on a good day, but I’m not a hunter. At least, not a hunter of creatures of the night, or creatures of the moonlight, or (God forbid!) creatures of the wind… I was taught that they’re all evil beings, who hunt humans and torture them just to give in to their sick pleasure.Werewolves, vampires, dragons, and witches: the four most dangerous supernatural creations. All hunters are told the same story from childhood. We were given the honor to be able to hunt them, spy on them, and deal with them.Oh, I almost forgot! My father has a delusion that there will be a hunter who will become, the biggest, the greatest, and the most powerful of all hunters, who can destroy all supernaturals. It sounds cr
Unknown POV It was darkness surrounding me. No… I was in a dark place. My heart just couldn’t accept that. My mind knew what I should do but deep down I felt… conflicted. He was the killer of my father, my aunt, and uncle, and my foolish cousins. People I know since I was born, were no more. Our entire clan was wiped out of this world. A prestigious clan that hunted supernatural creatures. Night Raven Hunters… gone for good. And here I was on my wedding day, planning to kill him. He caused this, he did this to me. I was blinded by revenge when I found out what happened. I still remember my father’s dead body on the wall inside his office, nailing his hands down through his wrists, and his feet through his ankles. An arrow over his forehead, and around his head. Like his attackers played a game… Or my mother’s lifeless form on my father’s desk, her skirt pulled up by her hips. Exposed to the world to the intimate parts of her body. Bloody, and white with seminal fluids and a huge red
Rick POV I am so high up, an ordinary person wouldn’t see what is under this building. But I’m not ordinary. My vision is one of a kind, so I can even see rats, and also ants. This is the tallest fucking skyscraper in this lousy city. Well, it’s not Burj Khalifa, or Taipei 101, or not even close in height to New York’s Empire State Building, but when you got a job, you have to make the best of it. I look up at the sky which is full of stars, with no clouds anywhere in sight. The moon is up, big and so fucking tempting than those eyes with a purple rim around the globes. I sigh and shake my head. Why do I remember her all of a sudden? It was so fucking long ago. It was like another lifetime. Like my whole life was just a blur after her. Life… do I even call this life? During the day, I am the most damn gentleman with the most elegant suit on, and smiling and shaking hands with those hypocrites all the time. But at nighttime, I am that fucking nightmare you’ve only ever seen in your de
Eliza POV As I stand before my mirror and do my celebratory make-up I cannot help but think about what I saw last night. It was breaking dawn, but still, it was dark and I saw something or should I say, someone. Maybe, it's just exhaustion from constantly running from one workplace to another, but it felt somehow... familiar. I shake my head and focus my mind on the present, where I go out and have some fun since I found out I will have a meeting at this famous filmmaking company to discuss the script I finished in the last two weeks. And fun I mean walking alone in the nearby park and drinking a cinnamon latte, occasionally I buy a pie. So, it's not too fancy but since I have no friends or family members, it's the only fun I get. Do you want to know why am I all alone in this big world? Well, the thing is I was only 8 years old when I got into an orphanage due to the fact I have amnesia. I have no memory of who I really am or who I belonged to before then. I didn't even remember