On shaky legs, I ran up flights of stairs and through wide hallways until I got to my room. I shivered, both from the chill in air and the coldness spreading around my chest.
Why couldn't he have remained a jerk?
Why did he have to show this side of himself now? This relaxed, teasing and vulnerable side.
But I couldn't let that sway me from my plan, I decided, pushing open the doors to my room, I couldn't let Vaughan get in the way of finding my best friend.
Coming to that conclusion didn't fill me with the resolution I would've expected it to. What did that mean? That I didn't much care for finding Eunice anymore? Or that I was slowly starting to expand my priorities to fit in Vaughan's wishes?
Angry at my options, myself and, oddly, at Vaughan, I didn't let myself mull over the matter for too long.
Nayla stood in the middle of the room. When sh
I rapped off yet another row of knocks on the towering oak doors, and still no one answered. The neighbourhood was stiffly quiet and my knocks were the only sounds that could be heard in a distance, asides the dogs barking.The barking of the dogs gradually grew louder, and very soon a tall, lanky boy holding the leashes of two German shepherds became visible. When he spotted me standing by the door, his pale face contorted into fury.He barked in a heavily accented voice, "Why the f*ck is there a bloody werewolf standing in front of my bloody door?!" The dogs started to growl viciously.Wasn't this just the warmest welcome I've ever received.My hands automatically went up into the air. "I'm not here to attack you! I'm here to f--"He brought out a gun from his low slung jeans. "Go! Go back to your bleeding slum, you bloody dog!"Okay, now I was
It stopped. A hairsbreadth away from my face, it stilled, hovering midair. It took me a second to realize I was controlling it. Air stiffening in silence, the vampires all quietened. They blinked slowly, their eyes growing large by measures. "What the hell's happening?" someone asked quietly. Frederick whispered, "I think... I think the dog's performing some kind of trick for us." Willing the knife, I flipped it so the sharpened tip faced his direction. He rose his hands in the air, throat bobbing. "Hey, mate, it was just a harmless ribbing, yeah?" Dmitri all the while watched me and the knife with growing fascination. Dark, greedy fascination. Anxiety instantly slithered up my spine. He stood, and slowly approached me. Standing before me now, his black claw trailed the length of my cheek. I averted my face, saying, "Hey, keep your hands to yourself, creep." I made to stand, but his strong hand on my shoulder immediately stilled me, slamming me back down on my seat. I gazed up
The seer had informed us she had something really important to tell us all. So while we waited for the Alpha to return, she'd told me to go freshen up. My room was still as I'd left it. Cold and empty. The painting of the king seemed to watch me accusingly as I headed into the shower, striping as I went. Silence surrounded me as I lowered my sore body into the warm, jasmine scented water someone had drawn for me. Images bombarded my mind. Me hastily getting into a cab. Dmitri letting me inside his candle-lit home. Isabella's knife hurtling straight for my shocked face. Isabella's unconscious form falling face first... Splashing water on my face, I tried to clear my thoughts. For all it was worth, the images stopped flickering through my mind, only to get replaced by words. Dmitri's. "The werewolf that'd betrayed your pack had put a condition to the vampires..." I wondered who would, although why they had done so didn't surprise me that much. I mean, father wasn't exactly the best
Empty.That couldn't begin to describe how I felt.Numb.That could to an extent.I guess, after all, we didn't have a bond that would enable me to know whether or not she was alive. Because I was only just finding out she was... Gone. I couldn't even bring myself to think it. Eunice was gone, I wouldn't ever see her again, wouldn't ever hear her laugh or tell me that I looked like I'd just drank wolfsbane. Ever again.Something hot worked its way up my chest to settle in my throat. I shut my eyes tight when tears slowly trickled down my cheeks.The whole pack will find it difficult to trust me after what had happened tonight; and Vaughan might never. I had to stop a fast approaching war with powers I had no control over nor wanted. Nayla was gone and... And Eunice-A sob ripped out of the depths of my soul, and I sank down o
A single lightbulb lit the long hallway. On the other end of the narrow corridor was Vaughan's cell. My heart twisted when I saw him, and for a moment I just stood there staring at him.He was sat on a large, throne-like stone chair, with heavy manacles connected to his wrists, and iron fetters to his legs, his black hair plastered with sweat allover his chiseled face.Seated there, on the throne-like chair with tortured eyes, he looked just like the painting back in my room.A thought occurred to me. "Do you...do you paint?"Thrown off guard by the question, he momentarily lost the freezing look he'd trained on me. "Why do you ask that?"I stilled the urge to tuck my hair behind my ear. "Because there are these, er, paintings that are in my room and... and last week it was one of this sick little b..." I trailed off, feeling ridiculous. I went back to the matter at
Silence surrounded me.When my eyelids fluttered open, a wave of thirst and tiredness hit me. My fingers dug into the soft bed beneath me and, groaning, I made to raise myself up.Someone rushed over to stay my movements. When they began to talk, I froze."Agh, Miss, you've been unconscious for just three days. And in all that time, you've turned into mere skin and bones. Greta's going to have my head i--""Nayla?"She fell quiet, her almond eyes lighting. "Y--"I cut her off with a huge hug.Between giggles, she said, "Careful, you're still weak from the fight."If I had the strength for that, I would've cried.Whe
I took off speed-walking down to Vaughan's office. Nearing the large doors, I briefly remembered the last time I'd been here. Just as the memory of me flinging open the doors flashed across my mind, the door was hurriedly pulled open, and out walked a flustered looking Beta Alister.He spotted me coming and drew to an immediate stop. Caught off guard, he failed to mask the nervous expression on his face. He soon got a grip of himself and wiped the look clean, replacing it with a calm expression. A part of me instantly grew a bit suspicious.He drew level with me, flashing one of his calm, good natured smiles, his blond locks falling over bright green eyes. He was handsome. I realized this was the first time I was actually looking at him, and I had to admit, he had a nice smile. I also had to admit, the resemblance between him and Winifred was stark."Miss Hilda, what brings you here to the Alpha's office?" h
The next day came in a burst of bright sunlight and high expectations. Standing beside Vaughan's sleek mustang, we were packed and ready to head out. The werewolves were gathered a short distance away from it, wishing us good luck, their voices loud and loaded with hope. Vaughan nodded, saying a few words to them, then he got into the car. I did the same, settling into the smooth leather seats. Beyond the windshield, I watched as the pack's gates lifted. A part of me suddenly got hit with the direness of our situation. 'The vampire Link would play an important role in the coming war,' the Seer had said. 'A role that might not work in our favour.' If we didn't find this Link, we might as well kiss our chances of ever winning the war goodbye. After driving up the service trial, we hit the main road. We drove on in silence, with Vaughan staring up ahead, hands tight around the steering wheel. A few minutes passed by. The silence seemed to stretch on and taunt me, until I broke it. "