Light & Darkness: Book 3

Oliver was standing next to me, his burgundy eyes filled with sadness. I looked away, unable to look at him, after all, what was going to happen now was my fault only. Maybe if I hadn't been looking for him, if I had really given up on us... And now I will probably lose him forever.I can see clearly my mother's eyes, so hateful, so full of fury. I'd never seen her like this before, and I knew one thing - it was over, Oliver's end. He's about to die, and it's because of me. Tears are streaming from my eyes and falling down onto my checked shirt. My mother looks at me sympathetically for a moment, but I know she won't change her mind anyway.- Vampires are enemies of life, they kill and suck it out of others, mostly innocent humans. And therefore they are our enemies, because our job is to protect whole life. That's why any vampire who stands in our way must die. - I hear my mother's firm, but slightly fluttering voice, and then I see as she raise her hand to attack Oliver.

I was walking down the main street of Rome, looking around. I had to admit that this city captivated me with its beauty, but all the people here were strangers and that overwhelmed me. The thought that I had to make friends again, from the very beginning, terrified me.No. I decided to stay away from everyone else this time, in case my mother wanted to move again. Why would I need to worry myself unnecessarily? My heart was already broken, and I didn't want to break it into more pieces with another break-ups and disappointments. All I wanted now was to get through high school, finish it and start my own life when I reach the age of majority, preferably away from my mother and her paranoia. And for now I will stay aside, alone, without friends, it will be better for everyone this way.On the way I stopped at a nice, cozy cafe, about two hours away from the hotel.Tired of walking around, I went in mainly to rest a bit. I took a table by the window and sat there sipping cappu

The next day we checked out of the hotel and in the same rented car we drove to our new home. It was located on the outskirts of the city, right next to the forest. Its back was already slightly hidden in the branches of forest trees.The house was painted white and consisted of a ground floor and two floors. It looked like a 16th-century mansion, had beautifully carved columns that supported a canopy covering a large porch, which in turn had three wooden chairs and a stylishly matched table, all of which looked like antiques. The front door was made of oak wood with beautiful floral ornaments carved on it, and in the center there was a golden knocker and the door handle was the same gold, and it looked like a blooming rosebud. In the middle of the square with the driveway there was a lovely fountain with a carved angel holding a jug in his hand and the water was pouring out of it. The entrance gate, as well as the entire fence around the house, was made of black painted metal.

September did not fill me with joy, because I had to go to a new school. It meant a new environment, new people, who mostly knew each other from elementary and middle school, because the high school my mother enrolled me in was not far from those schools, the only ones in the area. Walking down the corridor during a break, you had the impression that everyone knows everyone here quite well. Everyone looked at me as if I was UFO, but it was probably mainly "thanks" to my unusual outfit. With a slight dissatisfaction, I stated that there aren't many goths in this school and there aren't many different subcultures of one or another type in general. Mostly you could find here Italian football fans, school team players and their cheerleaders, and a whole lot of rich kids - self-righteous girls with the appearance similar to a Barbie doll and types of guys picking up girls for expensive brands of clothes, phones and, of course, cars. There were also some typical nerds among all of this.

The following days of November passed for a kind of hide-and-seek between Oliver and me. When I glanced at him, he didn't even bother to look my way, but I always surreptitiously eavesdropped on my classmates talking that Oliver was looking at me more and more with some unreadable expression on his face. At the end of the month, it became one of the hottest rumors in school, and I didn't like it at all. Sometimes I was affected by my mother's psychosis, and that made me not like drawing too much attention to myself. All in all, it was a pretty good defense mechanism since I was a sorceress, and sometimes did things that would seem very strange to others, and to keep doing them safely, I couldn't allow people to follow me around and care too much about what I'm doing, especially after school.And there were quite a lot of these weird things I did. First of all, on the night of the beginning of each season, my mother and I performed rituals to ensure the favor of the spirits cari