KIRA
Dante and Emily where locked in a brawl. From Zander and I’s vantage point, I could see that Dante was trying to overpower her, but was failing miserably. Everytime he would come closer, she would recite a spell or do something to counter his attack.
It wa pure chaos.
And it didn’t help that glass shattering and door rattling could be heard from even the most silent corners of the castle, making me wonder what the fuck was going on.
“We have to do something.” I grabbed Zander’s arm. “For God’s sake, we can’t just stay out here and do nothing! Don’t you see,” I gestured to Emily grabbing Dante by the neck and lifting him up. “She’s going to kill him.” I really did believe she was going to kill him because Emily was infected by the poison of black magic.
Tears were threatening to spill but I wouldn&r
POISON KIRA My mother always told me that I was destined for a greater purpose, something absolutely bigger than I was. Eight-year old me was too young to truly grasp the sense of her words, but now I do, I believe this was what she meant. I was to be the one to stop Drisellda using Endgame. The knife was firmly secured in my hands as I was transported to the fight. My nerves were trying to get the best of me, but I wouldn’t let them win. I had to do this to save Dante and probably the whole of North America because from what I’ve heard and seen, Drisellda is a loose cannon. I was just in time to see Drisellda trying to kick Dante in the face but he avoided it via his super speed before she could connect with his face. I hid the knife in my robe and Dante spotted me. His eyes widened and pursed in confusion. He was by my side in a flash. “Kira, what are you doing here? I thought I said you should stay with Zander?” he reprimanded. I ignored his reproof. “
KIRAThat day will forever haunt me, the day I realized that my life would never remain the same again. All I saw were red droplets of blood as it slipped down like a fountain from their necks. None of them were spared. All of them were gone in the blink of an eye. My family was killed, drained like they were nothing but animals and it’s all thanks to those detestable…creatures of the night.Life was simple back then. Everything was decent enough for me untiltheycame along and ruined what we know as life itself. You know, I never believed in the supernatural: Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Warlocks were only depicted in television shows and movies, a pictorial illustration of creatures never to be seen with the naked eye.Imagine my shock when out of nowhere, the news headlines screamed: VAMPIRES TAKE OVER: P
KIRAThe auction was bubbly and lively as usual. Male and female vampires clad in expensive attire were seated at the foot of the podium waiting for their dinner to be served. Some slaves were being held by their collars and whisked away by their new masters while others like me were patiently waiting to be called behind the red curtain.As I scanned the area, it dawned on me that this whole auction was a whole production, a scene straight out of The Great Gatsby. The dark room was illuminated by dim fluorescent lights. The curtains were draped in crimson red linen and pulled down to prevent the rays of sunlight. Vampires, according to what I heard, are allergic to sunlight. It burned their skin and caused them to age quickly, but it doesn’t kill them.The walls were coated in gold, paintings of the various monarchs of the vampire realm hung on them, almost like humans never existed. The window panels were stretched twelve feet to a
KIRAI had heard many stories about Prince Dante Rosetti, none of them good ones. The girls in the shop loved to gossip, mainly because there was nothing else to do.Except wait to be killed or sold of course.While I wasn’t too keen on judging a person’s character based on what other people say through the grapevine, I can’t help but not hold him in the highest regard considering he is a vampire, vampires murdered my family, and he indirectly allowed vampires to murder my family by being the Prince of this fucking lunacy.From the conversations I’d heard, the Vampire King, whoever he is, called the shots. He had been alive for centuries now, living among us and forming a rebellion. Once his army was complete, he was able to overthrow the governments of the world and establish his kingdom of bloodsuckers eight years ago.His army is controlled by the five Princes known as Malvado. They are rumoured
DANTE ''Did I kill her?'' ''Of course not, brother,'' she said, sarcasm dripping from her tone of voice. ''You only milked her like a cow.'' ''This is no time to joke, Emily. She has been asleep for two days. You're a witch so do something.'' She narrowed her eyes at me and touched the forehead of my newest pet and shook her head. ''I'll try my best but her pulse is very faint.'' ''Shit,'' I cursed. “I can't believe I lost control. I never lose control like that.'' I would admit, I went a little overboard when I had drank from Kira. “A little?” Emily mused. “Get out of my head,” I seethed. Emily is a witch with the annoying ability of reading people’s minds, among other things. It's rather unfortunate that she is my sister- unfortunate for me beck I'm always at the receiving end of her many tricks and experiments. Taught by the best instructors of magic in North America, dare I say she is on her way to becoming a very pow
KIRAI lunged up into a sitting position in the unfamiliar room, wide-eyed and gasping. I glanced around, almost frantic, and jumped when I saw a figure towering over me.''Oh, you're awake.'' A woman who looked to be about my age, maybe older-said. She wore a short, black dress with grey heels matched with a dark, leather jacket. Her blonde hair was styled in a slick bun with a few baby hairs sticking out.Needless to say, she was gorgeous.''What happened to me? Where am I? How did I get here?'' I questioned in rapid succession. She just chuckled and stuck a thermometer in my mouth. ''My name is Emily and you're in Castle Bellfonte. How are you feeling?”Like my body got run over by a truck and I had a fight with stray cats and lost.“Terrible,” I croaked. My throat burned from dehydration. I scanned the room again for water or any liquid I could drink but there was none.“You must be thirsty.&
DANTEThe double doors of the office opened automatically and I walked in with confidence. There she sat with her nose buried in an ancient book, no doubt researching some new spells or whatever witches do nowadays. Her laptop was perched on her busy desk, opened, and her fingers moved from the book to typing away on the device.Always has and forever will be a workaholic.We may be archaic, but supernaturals have embraced the many technologies of man. Truth be told, I had to adjust to the ‘modern’ way of life and had to learn how to use devices like phones, and laptops. When I was a young human, we only used pigeons to disseminate information.A smirk was prominent on her face so I knew she sensed my presence. But she chose to ignore me. I decided to break the ice because knowing her she’d give me the silent treatment for eternity if she could.''I knew I'd find you here.''''What do you want, Dante
King Ambrose lived alone in a bungalow in Calais, Maine, a neighbouring town right on the Canadian border. Ever the minimalist, he traded his castle for a more ‘simple life’ as he called it after bequeathing his kingdom, and the other parts of the world, to my brothers and I. He’s as ancient as they come but he doesn’t look a day over thirty. That’s one of the perks of being a vampire-you never age. It’s a blessing and a curse. He wore a dark grey T-shirt and matching cargo pants; his dark brown hair was covered by a baseball cap. You would think he was going to the beach in his attire but it was minus one degrees outside. To humans, this may be considered as “freezing cold” but we vampires rarely feel the elements of nature. “The weather forecast stated that there might be a blizzard,” he said with a welcoming smile. “Yet you came all the way to see me.” “I did. You always talk my ear off about not visiting you often, Father.” I haven’t visited