“Don't mind them," the girl said softly, not in the least bit noticing the chill coursing through me. "Those girls are notorious bullies. Always picking on someone."
A vampire was talking to me! A vam-fucking-pire was talking to ME! I began to tremble, my brain not doing its job efficiently. I was fumbling with the corner of the towel so clumsily, I could hear Luna laughing at me. The vampire girl's face morphed into surprise as she noticed my struggle with the towel. "Here, let me help you with that." Before I could protest, she gently took the towel from me and began dabbing at the orange stain. Her touch was surprisingly light, despite the unnatural chill that emanated from her. Oh, help me, Moon Goddess! HELP ME! "So," she continued, her voice still soft, "is it true what they're saying about you and Mr. Kisaragi?" I stared at her, blinking and thrown off guard. Jin Kisaragi? The rumors had reached even the school weirdos? Sensing my surprise, the girl added quickly, "Oh, don't take it the wrong way! Everyone's just… well, everyone's buzzing about it." A flash of pink dusted her cheeks. "Honestly, you should feel lucky. Getting that close to Jin Kisaragi? Most girls here would kill for that opportunity." What the heck? Lucky? I raised an eyebrow. "Lucky?" Luna chimed in sarcastically inside my head, "Sure, lucky to be the center of some outrageous school gossip." My confusion must have been evident because she giggled and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose. "See, that's the thing," I admitted, feeling lost. "Why would anyone be… fanning over Mr. Kisaragi?" Umbra, suddenly finding her voice, piped up in my head, "Because he's a rich pretty boy, that's why." Luna growled in disagreement. “I think Kieran owns that title, Umbra.” "Well, duh!" the vampire girl exclaimed, her fat nose twitching. "He's the school's icon, practically!" She then further explained, "We've never had a student like him before. Young billionaire, chosen Beta by the Alpha himself… and let's not forget the good looks, the amazing gothic style, and that body…" Bewilderment washed over me. "Jin Kisaragi… a student?" The girl's jaw dropped as if I'd sprouted a second head. "Of course, he's a student! He's a final year, while Kieran's a fourth year. Everyone here idolizes them. They're practically royalty! It's a shame they're sworn enemies, though." Sworn enemies? My head was spinning with endless questions. The pack's Beta and Lycan were enemies? How could two enemies live under the same roof? Hell, I never pictured Mr. Jin Kisaragi to still be a student. I mean, he looked every bit young but I had characterized it to him having a look that was younger than his age. With the way he carried himself like a damn gothic idol. Ugh, what the hell was I saying? I guess I was just having a panic attack from discovering that he was IN the same school as me. Now, I wouldn't have to worry about Kieran alone but also about Jin! Moon Goddess, help ME! I was about to say something… anything when the school bell rang through the halls, cutting the conversation short. "Oh no, class!" the vampire girl exclaimed, shoving the damp towel back into my hand. "I'm Nadia, by the way. A psychic vampire, at your service." She offered a shy smile, which did little to hide the fear in her eyes. "It was… nice meeting you, the Alpha's new daughter." What was she afraid of? Class? Me? The mention of "psychic vampire" sent a jolt of terror down my spine. These were some of the most feared creatures in the supernatural world They could literally drain your emotions along with your blood. S-she was one. The first person to be nice to me in this school turned out to be a psychic vampire. Great. Luna, sensing my rising panic, whimpered in my head. “Don't be scared, Nimue. Maybe she can help. “ Umbra, however, growled in warning. “Stay away from her.” Word and opposite - those two. I needed to talk, right? It was only right to match her energy and introduce myself. "Nice to meet you… Nadia," I stammered, the words scratching my dry throat. Nadia, seemingly oblivious to my fear, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "And you must be Nimue, the infamous Alpha's new daughter." “A– ah… I– you…” I tried to say whatever came next to my mind but she could even barely notice. She gave an awkward wave of goodbye and scurried off down the hall, her oversized sweater billowing behind her like a dark cloud. Left alone, I clutched the damp towel in my hands as though it was the cause of my predicament and my head began to ache. Rumors, bullies, a mysterious vampire, and a rivalry between the Beta and Lycan… This school was already proving to be far more chaotic than I ever imagined. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and forced a smile. Maybe there was a normal class waiting for me at the end of this insane hallway. There should be, right? No more dramas, please. I shut my eyes and muttered a silent prayer. I was close to the class I had been able to navigate all thanks to the map when I noticed Nadia was hovering a few feet away. Her back was turned to me and she was fiddling with the strap of her oversized purse. Her shoulders were slumped, and a nervous energy sizzled around her like static electricity. "Nadia?" I called out tentatively. She whirled around, her eyes wide with alarm as if she were expecting someone else. For a moment there, fear washed over her face before she plastered on a weak smile. "Oh, Nimue! I, uh, just forgot something in my locker. Gotta run!" Before I could question her, she scurried away down the hallway once again, her chunky frame disappearing around the corner. What was she so afraid of? The more questions I had, the more my head pounded even harder. “Argh. Damn headache.” I winced, rubbing my temples, and continued my walk when something hit me. Nadia seemed to be running into my classroom. W-wait… was something up in that place? Moon goddess, please, no. Let there be at least, some normalcy in the classes even though I kind of doubted it.A MONTH LATER.."Ugh, at this point I'm beginning to think the object for breaking the curse is back at RavenWood." I groaned while playing around with my cup of coffee.Sitting across at the other side of the table was Kieran, who wore a black hat that kept his face hidden.He also had a steamy cup of coffee in his hands, merely giving me a nod as he gazed around our surroundings warily. We were back in the city where his pack was located, specifically at an open cafe close to Pure Blood College. Unlike what one might think, we weren't here to make any inquiries about school or anything like that. Nope, we were here to meet up with some old ‘friends’, but the catch was that Kieran and I had to keep ourselves hidden. There was still a chance that the Alpha Council would be after us even though they hadn't made a move since we first escaped the city more than a month ago. Anyway, I stared at Kieran for a while before I rolled my eyes. "Can you relax? I doubt your Dad or those ol
Sadly, I was still in my male form, unlike what I'd originally expected. As heartwarming as it was that Kieran was able to hold me close even in my male form, my eyes stung with hot tears. I'm so stupid! Why had I been half expecting the ritual from the witches to somehow rid me of the curse? They clearly stated that the ritual was only meant to gauge the inner workings of the curse so they could come up with a possible solution for removing the curse without stripping me of my Umbra wolf. "I'm still a man, Kieran." I sobbed, clutching his arms tightly for support. Meanwhile, my father walked up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder briefly. But he didn't linger for long and proceeded to meet with the witches. Just then, Kieran snapped at Theodora. "I thought you said this ritual wasn't going to hurt her? Why, then, was she in pain during the process? What voodoo did you use on her?!"Somehow, hearing Kieran defending me so vehemently against the witches felt comforting, but I w
After a few minute's drive in Marcel's car, we arrived at an isolated part of the city, which seemed eerily darker than other parts. We stepped down from the car, my father slamming the driver's seat door behind him before he explained. "Most human cities have a certain amount of supernaturals among their populace. This city, in particular, has numerous vampires and witches but only a few small werewolf packs."My eyes shone in surprise as I turned my gaze to my father. I was once again shocked and impressed by the amount of information he could get at a whim. Anyway, Kieran placed himself beside me, grabbing my left hand which was already getting sweaty. He glanced at me, giving me a reassuring smile as if he could feel my anxiety through our mate bond. "I'm with you every step of the way, okay?" He reminded me, caressing my hand affectionately. My heart melted at how much affection he was showing me even though I was currently in my male form. I knew how weird it was for him an
Nimue~~Long story short, the dinner wasn't... Exactly awful. But dearie me, it sure was dramatic.There was an awful knot in my stomach that still lingered after Marcel revealed the scar on his eye as an aftermath of my mother's betrayal of him. We didn't even have dinner long before he brought up the plan of meeting up with Theodora and her coven. Sigh... So much for a 'perfect dinner'."This dinner was bound to fail, Nimue," Umbra muttered encouragingly in my mind. "I don't even know why Marcel suggested it. He probably just wanted you to see your mother before going to the witches."Currently, Kieran and my father had taken my Mom to the airport to send her back to Alpha Viktor's territory, leaving me all alone in the house. I felt bad for her, but she knew what she was getting into when she decided to marry that man. I just hoped the Alpha council or the Alpha himself didn't do anything to hurt Mom. If not... I wouldn't mind sticking my claws into his throat.Meanwhile, Luna
I subconsciously glanced at Nimue, noticing the sympathy flashing through her eyes. Sympathy for her father. Everyone had tagged him as a 'crazy rogue' bent on hunting her for years, but he had depth. He had a story and his reasons. And for some reason, I felt bad for him too. Maybe because he still made an effort in trying to protect his daughter. Unlike another 'father,' I knew. Meanwhile, Marcel placed the eye patch back on the ghastly scar, drawing in a deep breath as he stared at nothing in particular. Even Ulmer was dead silent now, looking down at her legs in shame. "Well, this dinner just got awkward fast." Scratch muttered in my head, but I didn't even have the mental strength to hush him as I subconsciously held Nimue's hand from underneath the table, trying to reassure her. She shot me a weak smile before turning her gaze to her mother who still had her head lowered. "Well? Don't you have anything to say, Mom?" She asked with arched eyebrows. Ulmer's lips parted in
"For the last time, I think it looks perfect." I groaned dramatically when Nimue asked me what I thought about the house for the umpteenth time. I was already beginning to regret agreeing to let her and her parents use this house as their venue for a 'family get-together.’It was obvious Ulmer and Marcel were still bitter with each other and I had my bets on everything ending in an argument or worse. Meanwhile, Nimue, who was dressed in a lovely red dress with white floral prints, swerved her head to me while she placed the finishing touches to the dinner table. "Well, sorry if I'm feeling nervous about my parents seeing each other in the same house." She uttered sarcastically before adding. "Are you sure you gave them the right address? It's already five PM."It had been two days since we agreed to see Marcel and Ulmer. Luckily, it was the weekend so I didn't have work today. I felt it necessary to be present since I still didn't trust Marcel. Anyway, I responded to Nimue's ques