Camila had her eyes fixed at Logan Creed all the while he was talking and he tried not to make eye contacts with her.
She hoped that he would even act like he knew her, but no, he didn't only looked like a whole different person in a corporate dress, responsible, fine and worthy of being a CEO, he pretended not to know that she even existed— and it surprisingly pained her.
"I'm really honoured to be here today. I have been looking forward to this day for years, and I'm so happy…" he smiled whole heartedly. "I really want to see you all. A heartfelt thank you to each and everyone one of you, because you are the reason why this Casino has remained the number one best Casino in Las Vegas and the company, a leading Gambling and Public merchandise company in the United States…"
His speech attracted a thunderous applause from the employees, except Camila, who was feeling dumb and lost
Finally! What we Have all been waiting for! The union of the werewolf and not-so-vampire vampire haha :)
The next day, she was opportuned to not only see the mansion of an Italian Billionaire, but also get to feel its walls and witness its beauty in and out. "Are you going to sit down or what?" Logan said to Camila whose mind had been tipped off by the overwhelming charge of the mansion. The living room was authentic, much more vintage and looked aged with classic textures. Gold and silver decorative wares weren't spared from its exquisite assets. The chandelier that hung from the far-reached POP ceiling was huge and its light clinged under gold antiques reflected onto the white ceiling and gave a crisp and sweet look. The mansion must have been built a long time ago, but the technological gadgets and appliances present were of advanced innovations, and some, fully customized. But the rich feel of its history wasn't absent. &nb
The ride to California wasn't so tedious, but the search for Jacques resident was wearisome. But they would soon creft to downtown Los Angeles but they were redirected to the outskirts. "So much for a person like Jacques, don't you think?" Logan said to Camila standing beside his car. They were facing the street and Camila had stopped to get some things in a general merchandise store. "It's Jacques, what did you think?" She said with a shrug. "Is Jacques? Are you kidding me? You are the one that brought us out here." Camila opened her car's door. "Don't worry. We are going to find him at …" and she lapped inside. Riding off with Logan closely behind her, at moderate speed. After half an hour, they reached their destination. It was a Lakehouse in the middle of the are
Logan parked his car and when his feet met with the earth, he walked hastily and disappointedly to Camila who leaned against her car waiting for him. "What was that about?!" Logan scolded her. Camila laced out from the car's leaning support. "You want to know? He almost killed me, I —" "We needed information! Now we got nothing because you killed him." "Logan would you fucking stop blaming me?!" "No! You are a killer! All you do is kill! You have got an empty soul, you have shedded a lot of blood, a lot of lives gone like fowls… and you don't want to change" he said the last part in a soft tone, as if he was sorry. "Fine…" Camila chuckled. "I am the devil's daughter anyway, or probably, the devil herself…" she brought the car key and dropped it into the palm of his hand.
*Logan*_* After a few sips from my personal wine glass, I thought about Camila again. I couldn't stop thinking about her, even if I wanted to, but the truth was that I couldn't. I knew what I did earlier, but I wished that she could change. But why was I acting like I was righteous? When I myself was on the path of redemption. We were two imperfect mysterious monsters, and I was starting to feel what Buck was talking about. She made me weak and I made her calm, maybe stronger now. But she was getting out of hand, and it doesn't feel good. I just hoped that I wouldn't lose her… "Sorry to disturb you, sir…" I heard a voice precisely from the barn, and it could only be one person. "Buck" I growled and rushed out from the house to the back yard. I hated his intrusions and that was why I had implied precautions in my house. But
"No, you are not going to kill her" I forced myself to get the stick out but it was too big for where it was, and too painful. "You haven't been listening. Anyways, hope you survive this, its only a shame that you don't get to see her at her end" he said and walked away. The night was before the sky already, and I had to get out of it no matter what. So I tried, I tried harder. Truth be told, I could die if it takes my heart out with it, although I would get back to the land of the living, but it would take up to a hundred and twenty full moons for my heart to regenerate and for life to be insnared back But I had to try, even if death would be included in the master plan. I broke part of the branch that stuck out to my chest and cried out loud with the pain. I pulled myself out with all the strength I could muster up and reached the remai
Logan appeared behind her and held her waist with his large hands and nibbled on her earlobe. She parted her lips for a soft warm breathe while holding a small fabric in her hand. "What took you so long?" Camila asked, steering away from him. "I had company" Logan replied. Camila looked into his eyes. "Let me guess… Buck?" Logan chuckled. "Yeah, Buck…" he walked closer to her and enclosed the gap between them. She was relatively small with him and she adored him and loved that he was such a large darling. He parted her hairs to the side and touched her face with his hand and Camila stared up at his hot lips. "What is it?" She managed to say even though it seemed like she was under his wings, covered with his aura and strength. It was this time that she wasn't in control and was falling into his arms.
Camila calmed down and sat down. "I will tell you what and why…" "Okay? …" "But first…" Logan shook his head with a chuckle "of course, always a deal" "Not one we haven't had already" Logan shrugged and made move for an uninterrupted attention. "If I tell you, you tell me everything about you just like we agreed on the last time" Logan nodded his head with a shrug. "Fine…" she brought out that piece of fabric she was holding on to. "See this? I have every reason to believe that I ran into someone from my past, although it's nearly impossible but I think I know who it is—" "Patricia Lipa…" a familiar voice ensued. They both looked at the source and there was Buck standing behind the window waving at them with a little bit of smile
WINTER 1971, SIERRA MAESTRA, SOUTHEASTERN CUBA The whirling helicopters were above his head, flying over the branches of the trees, with their headlight missing his steps, and he ran faster than them, swaying through the thick mountain that ran westward from the far side of the south of the oriente province in southeast cuba, with an upward transition from the coast. Military vehicles were on his tail, flashing lights on their path as they chased the man. Trees fell, the paths were cleared off of vegetation, the night was cold as ice, but driven by a burning desire– kept them afloat. But they weren't his problem, at least for the moment because there was a bigger reason to flee; these beasts were chasing him and they ran behind the scenes in the dark. It was just their perfect place and he would bee damned if they caught up with him. The man r