LOGINI tried to move, but my feet felt heavy. Before we could vanish into the trees, the bright headlights of my parents sedan swept across the front of the house. The engine cut off, and for a second, there was only the sound of the cooling metal ticking in the driveway. "Lysandra?" my mom’s voice called out, sounding happy and relaxed. "We brought back some leftovers for you and—" The front door creaked open further. My mom and dad stepped into the entryway, and the shopping bags in my mom’s hands hit the floor with a wet thud. They stared at the missing front door, the shattered glass, and the blood on my ruined dress. "Mom, Dad, stay back!" I shouted. But as I spoke, I realized my voice sounded too sharp, too powerful. I could see the terror in their eyes, but I could also see the veins in their necks pulsing. The smell of their blood was so strong it made my head spin. I had to grip the back of a chair to keep from lunging toward them. Ezekiel stepped in front of me,
"Katherine! Katherine, are you okay?" I cried out, my voice full of panic. I scrambled across the debris of my ruined living room and fell to my knees beside the sofa. I grabbed her hand, and my heart sank. Her skin felt like it was on fire, she was burning with a dangerously high fever. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, and she was mumbling nonsense about silver puppies and sparkly dresses. In a weird way, I was almost thankful she was so out of it. With any luck, she would wake up tomorrow and believe all of this, the monsters, the glowing eyes, the breaking walls was just a really bad, alcohol induced hallucination. But as I looked around at my house, my relief vanished. The carnage was everywhere. The kitchen island was in pieces, the back door was gone, and there were deep claw marks in the hardwood floors. I let out a long, frustrated sigh, burying my face in my hands. My parents were going to be home in a few hours. How on earth was I going to explain this?
I walked through the dark house, my footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors. "Mom? Dad?" I called out, but only silence answered me. I noticed a small note on the kitchen counter. “Gone to that new steakhouse in town for a late dinner. Don’t wait up! Love, Mom.” I sighed and leaned against the counter. A date night. Of course, they would pick the one night I felt like the world was ending to go out for romance. I looked over at Katherine, who was snoring softly on the sofa. At least she was safe. I went to the sink to splash some cold water on my face, trying to wash away the smell of beer and the memory of Ezekiel’s cold, beautiful touch. Suddenly, a low, rumbling growl vibrated through the floorboards. It didn't sound like a dog. It sounded like a heavy engine filled with teeth. My heart leaped into my throat. I looked toward the glass sliding doors that led to the backyard. At first, I saw nothing but the silver moonlight on the grass. Then, several pairs of glowing
Lysandra's pov I sat in the middle of the truck, squeezed between a sleeping Katherine and a very quiet Ezekiel. The silence in the woods felt heavy, like the air right before a big thunderstorm. I looked out the window at the dark trees, feeling a strange shiver crawl up my arms. Even though the heater was humming, I couldn't get warm. Ezekiel’s hand was still resting near mine on the seat. I looked down at his knuckles. They looked a little red, like he had bumped them against something hard. "Are you sure you’re okay?" I whispered, trying not to wake Katherine. "You were gone for a while. I thought I heard a loud noise, like a gunshot or a branch breaking." Ezekiel didn't look at me right away. He kept his eyes on the dark road ahead. "I’m fine, Lysandra. Just a few wild animals making noise in the brush. It’s a busy night for the forest." His voice sounded a little different. It was still deep and smooth, but there was a hardness to it that wasn't there when we wer
The air in the forest became very cold as my anger grew. The vampires didn't know who they were dealing with. They saw a young man in a leather jacket, but I was a monster much older and stronger than all of them put together. My red eyes cut through the darkness like two burning coals. "You should have stayed in the shadows," I hissed. My voice didn't sound human anymore. It sounded like the earth cracking open. The leader laughed, but it was a nervous sound. "Kill him!" he screamed to his men. "Bring me his head!" Three vampires jumped at me at once from different sides. To a human, they would have looked like blurs. To me, they were moving in slow motion. I reached out and caught the first vampire by his throat. I didn't even have to try. I squeezed my hand, and the sound of his neck breaking was like a dry branch snapping in the wind then I tossed his body aside like it was made of paper. The second one tried to claw at my chest. I grabbed his arm and pulled. I
Ezekiel's pov I caught the scent before they even fired a shot. It was a cold, sharp smell that I knew all too well. Vampires. To be honest, it was a bitter smell, because these were the very kind of creatures I had created hundreds of years ago. I wasn't sure why they were hunting us tonight, but my best guess was that it had everything to do with Lysandra. Shit! I felt a surge of anger toward her friend. Why the hell did Lysandra have to go to that party? I had blended in the shadows of that party when I caught her scent, listening. I had overheard some of the vampires whispering that she would be very important to their plans, but I couldn't understand why. To me, she just seemed like a sweet, simple girl who had moved into town. She was beautiful, and I knew she was searching for me just as much as I was thinking of her. A small smile crossed my lips for a second when I thought about her. She was so adorable, trying to act like she wasn't looking for me. It was
The three days had felt like three lifetimes.The room was a blur of shadows and pain. Zayn had been true to his word, no food, no water and Once in a while he would stop by to check on me.My throat felt like it had been scraped with glass, so dry that I couldn't even sob anymore. Every inch of my
The smell of iron and waste hung thick in the air, a suffocating blanket that Zayn seemed to inhale like fine perfume. He didn't look away from the mess on the floor, instead, he wiped a small fleck of Lyra’s blood from his cheek with a silk handkerchief. He looked bored, as if he had just finish
This chapter contains violence, trauma and abuse, please skip if necessary, readers discretion is strongly advisedThe words would not stop. They were like a loud bell ringing inside my head, over and over again.“None of it is my fault. It is all your fault.”I was trying to wake up, but my mind f
Warning this chapters contains very gory, abusive sexual contents, readers discretion is strongly advised. Please skip if necessary "NOO!!" A gut wrenching scream echoed through the room, it was Lyra going on her knees and begging Zayn."Please....please, I will do anything.. anything you ask of m







