KIRA
Blonde hair. Sinister smile. Handsome face. Sadistic personality.
Andre Castillo- member of Malvado.
Andre Castillo was another name I had heard frequently at the shop. Any slave who got sold to his kingdom through ‘express delivery’ never made it out alive. His kingdom was an apparent torture centre for humans because Andre was a sadistic fuck. Express delivery was the exportation of slaves from one kingdom to the next. It was a common practice at the Pet Shop and it fetched them a lot of money.
Andre reminded me of the grim reaper. With an aura that screamed death and a gait that was nothing less than intimidating, my body stayed still, weighing my options. I can’t run. He has his hands around my throat. I can’t scream. He still has his hands around my throat. I couldn’t hear any noise from the outside and the door was locked.
He’s definitely going to kill me for dinner.
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DANTEI was born in a small village called Prago in the 1600s. We had neither electricity nor modern-day equipments that humans have now invented but we were happy. Though faint, my memory still holds a little piece of the village; I vividly remember my parents, their laughter and the morals they had tried to instill in me while growing up as an only child. Sadly, they had contacted the bubonic plague and died shortly after my eight birthday, leaving me in the care of my uncle- a grouchy, old fart who only knew how to drink ale, run the taverns and physically abuse me.When I had hit the ripe age of ten years old, he got ‘fed up’ of me ‘only taking space’ in his rat-infested shack and decided that the best way to get rid of me was to sell me off to some merchants from Arabia. The timing couldn’t have been any more convenient-he was looking for silver to buy ale, they were looking for a servant to do their dirty work.This is why you
KIRACold.All I felt was my skin crawling as the cold assaulted it unashamedly. My clothing, or lack there of, was no help at all. I was clad in a blue dress made of light material and it provided no comfort or protection from the goosebumps I was feeling.“I feel like I’m going to be sick.”After my botched escape, I was taken to a basement at the bottom-deck of the castle, put in a one-windowed room, my right hand was handcuffed to a chair with an iron chain and I was made to sit on the floor, per Dante’s orders. One of the guards who brought me here said I ought to be treated like a prisoner since I had “taken Master’s kindness for granted.” I didn’t protest when I was being dragged here, figured it wasn’t worth it since I was outnumbered. Prince Dante made sure I was heavily guarded on my way here so that I won’t try anything funny.Five vampire guards against one human gi
DANTEBringing Kira to Dahlia’s office was probably not as wise as I thought it would be. Dahlia stared her down from her vantage point like she was going to kill her and Kira looked uncomfortable. If she had her way, she would have melted with the cream wall. However, what needed to be done, must be done. Kira saw something, a part of me that I had buried with my past human life a long time ago. She also further confirmed my suspicion that she is not human. What species she is exactly is still a mystery and the extent of her powers, if any, were still unknown.Dahlia’s voice pulled me out of my train of thought, “She’s my competition? Really, Dante?I smirked and rested my two hands on her hardwood table. “I didn’t think an all-powerful witch could ever be jealous for a human.”Dahlia’s gaze fell to Kira who was standing in the corner next to a plant box. Her eyes were on her flowy, white dress, picking at
DANTE “That’s absolutely ludicrous, Dahlia.’’ I said in disbelief. “That prophecy had been passed down from generation to generation, however, we all know it to be folklore. How is it possible that she’s the prophecy?” I had heard a lot of shocking things in my four-hundred plus years on this earth, but none has been as unbelievable as this. The prophecy is something Ambrose had told my siblings and I back when we were young vampires, but I believed it was nothing more than another moonlight tale passed on from one generation to the next. Ambrose had said that the prophecy had originated from the White-Clad Tribe. They were the first supernatural inhabitants of the North American soil. They were powerful yet pure creatures who were of priestly descent. They worshipped the sun goddess, Solise and were known for performing rituals and reciting sermons in her name. Some of the witches of North America where direct descents of the White-Clad Tribe. Kira l
KIRA The past few hours have been eventful. I’ve gone through the different stages of shock and disbelief, so much so that at some point I ran out of expressions on my face. The ‘all powerful witch’ Dahlia said that I’m the reincarnated child of a supernatural folklore and I had vampire and werewolf blood flowing in my veins. Never would I have thought that when I was bought, all roads would lead to this supposed prophecy. I don’t believe it. I refuse to believe it. I’m still surprised I haven’t entirely freaked out and I’m taking the news quite well. There’s no way I can be part vampire and part werewolf. My parents were human before they were murdered and there was never any indication that either one of them was a supernatural creature. If they were, they wouldn’t have been murdered in the woods like that. After we had left Dahlia’s box-I mean ‘portable’ library, she promised to contact someone named Ellemea who was more knowledgeable than she was.
KIRA My ‘quarters’ was on the last floor of the castle. The castle was well lit with candles on all sides of the foyer. It was a busy afternoon: servants and various members of staff were doing one thing or the other-some were cleaning the main living room, some were carrying laundry, others were making phone calls while some were carrying utensils and food items. They didn’t acknowledge our presence as Zander nudged me up the metal stairwell. He didn’t speak as I put one foot in front of the other, making the trip to the last floor of the castle. With a castle as grand as this, they should really think of investing in an elevator. Long ass stairs may mean nothing to vampires but I’m a human who has not exercised in a really long time. I was never really athletic to start with so this was more like a marathon. Once we got to the last floor, I was breathing heavily and panting. My chest felt constricted and I was no doubt going to pass out. Zander did not utte
“Wait, so she dies?” I whispered in disbelief. “After going through hell? That’s unfair.”“Sometimes movies don’t end like how we envisioned, just like life,” Emily shrugged. Emily and I had been watching this movie for two hours straight and it was gripping, but it had a silly ending. She closed her laptop shut and lay down on the available pillow.“By the way, Emily?”“Hmm?”“Thank you for the underwear,” I blushed lightly. “I saw them in the drawer earlier.”She looks at me in confusion. “I haven’t been in the castle in a while. I only came here to see Dante since it’s the weekend. I’m usually at the Witches’ Academy.”If she didn’t do it then who did?“So if you didn’t do it, then who did?”“My brother,” she said simply. “Mind showing me where they are?&r
Zander briefed me about what had been going on when I was away. I was only gone for four hours and my kingdom had already been ruffled by another death. The wolves had murdered one of my best guards, Sage, while he was patrolling the border. I had tightened security around that area so as to keep external enemies at bay but my men are now dropping like flies. I was sad, more so, I was angry, not just because he was one of my best men, but he had a mate, Helena. It is said that vampires find their mate only once in their lifetime and he finally found his. They’ve been together for as long as I can remember and I can’t possibly imagine how she must be feeling. “Has Helena been informed of this unfortunate circumstances?” I asked. Zander nodded and handed me a file as I approached my throne room. The lights were dim, just like how I liked it, and it smelled like fresh coated paint. The servants must have done as I instructed. “Are these the pictures?” I to