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Lucian Chapter 9
Clara inserted the stuffed chicken in the oven which sat on a mantel piece right next to a four-head gas cooker set. She shut the tinted oven door as she went to work with the gas cooker, making the ramen she had been craving since the opening ceremony of ‘La Casa de Arte Unimaginable’. That was the name Jensen had decided to give the studio. She waited for the noodles to boil properly taking a quick scan of the kitchen. Jensen has never felt the need for privacy and neither had her husband which was why they had as few doors as possible. The only doors in their little apartment here in San Francisco were the ones to the rooms and of course, the front and back doors. The entire house was covered in colors of different shades and tones. The kitchen alone had about ten different colored tiles -some red, some pink, maroon, burgundy, orange- all of which were arranged in form of a gradient of the color red. After a minute, she dished her meal into a ceramic plate close by and took the
Lucian Chapter 10
Evander stepped out of the shower. He had never felt comfortable with Clara’s parents, not because they were the overly strict or the snobby type. It was more related to the fact that he felt like he was veering too close to danger anytime he spent time with her parents. They were warming up to him. He did not want that, he did not deserve that. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his phone ring. He wrapped a towel around his slender waist, walked to the bedroom and picked up the phone from the night stand. The call ended as he was about to answer the phone. He was about to call the unsaved number back when the phone beeped, a text coming in. It is done, it read. His shoulders visibly relax. Now that the first step was out of the way, all that was left to his to do was to wait for Thomas’s next message. He kind of felt bad for Clara though. Even though he was certain she was the one spoken of in the prophesy, he wish he did not have to go about it this way. She did not des
Lucian Chapter 11
It had been exactly seven months since the incident at the parking lot. Clara still had a hard time believing that all of it had really happened and she was not having a sick, twisted nightmare. And she would have been sure it was just that, a nightmare, if she wasn’t still seeing countdowns above everyone’s heads, including Evander’s. She would have thought it was a sick joke her mind was playing on her if she wasn’t still having that dream. Every night since she had been discharged from the hospital, she would see a figure, a shadow, calling to her. She never got a face to match the body she saw but she had a feeling she knew this person from somewhere, somehow, which was in itself absurd. Some days it had seemed like the lady was yearning for her, others it had seemed like she was trying to whisper something to her. She could feel the last threads of her sanity slipping away but she held on, she held on for as best she could. If she was going to eventually run mad, she was not go
Lucian Chapter 12
Somehow and by some insane luck, it had turned out that her parents’ connection came in handy. Their friend at the university that had informed them about her paying the acceptance fee was none other than the personal assistant or personal secretary to the Vice Chancellor himself. She would have unintentionally revoked her admission to Easton University had the lady, Mrs Stanford, not pulled some strings to buy her time. Apparently that time was over now judging by the letter from Mrs Stanford written on it in bold, italic letters. She had gotten a similar one two weeks after she was discharged having spent a week in the hospital. It read: “Good day Clara, I'm Mrs Emily Stanford, the personal assistant to the vice chancellor and a close friend of your parents. We attended Easton together and I am so sorry for what happened. They were pretty amazing people to have as friends and I would miss them so much. Anyways, I wrote this to let you know that if you need anything, and I mean a
Lucian Chapter 13
Clara woke up screaming, her sheets drenched with sweat, tears pooling from her eyes. What was that? Why was her look-alike there lying lifeless? It made no sense. Her dreams always had nebulous connotations, vague, she might even say uncertain but there was a force to this particular dream, clear as day. As much as she would have loved to forget, it was etched, engraved in her mind, an horrific sight that was simply unforgettable. She kept reminding herself that it was nothing but a dream amidst bated breaths. She chanted even as she scanned the bedroom and her shoulders sagged slightly seeing the familiar plastic table opposite her maroon covered bed and the inflated chairs. She glanced at the quartz clock that stood high in the white coated wall opposite the bed. It was just a few minutes past two am. The moon had yet to bid its farewell, sending silvery simmers down the window pane. There was almost three hours before her flight. She needed more sleep if she wanted to function e
Lucian Chapter 14
He could not believe Lucian was there. Why the hell had he been beside Clara? He had walked into the room to be faced by the last sight he thought he could ever be tortured with. With her attention on Lucian, she was completely oblivious to anyone that could have walked in. He cannot let the past repeat itself. He would not give in to initiating a conversation with a person that did not exist. At least, not in his mind. He stared him dead in his eyes, unable to pull his gaze away from the now-squared jaw, so unlike he remembered it being. Unlike in the past, Lucian had given in, letting his fiery, hateful gaze drop as he stormed out of the room without a word, making sure to avoid any form of physical contact. He had wanted so badly to quiz Clara about why he was there and what her relationship was with him but he was in no position to ask and she was not in the best frame of mind at the moment. No sane person would be. So he settled to ask what had happened, trying his best to ke
Lucian Chapter 15
Evander was back in Dragor, a town easily overlooked by the populace but not by inhabitants of Yorkshire like himself, especially not the shifters. Dragor had the quickest and safest doorway to Yorkshire. He took a path he knew all too well, leaving the sailors behind him, but still, the smell of fish and the words of the sailors stayed with him. He passed through an almost empty street lined by houses of various colors with one exception. A wooden cabin which looked as new as the day it was built, never ageing a day or losing a door or window, stood not too far off. He took the final steps to the door, ignoring the stares he could feel on his back. ‘The cabin’ from what he had heard through whispers from time to time, had contributed to folklore told by the people of Dragor. Apparently, a witch lived there and if you ever went in, you never came back out. Evander could understand why they would think so, seeing as the very cabin was a portal to Yorkshire and whoever came here never r
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Evander and Agrippa had spent hours talking about everything and anything. Deep in Evander’s mind, he knew he needed to head for the capital, but he just wasn’t ready to give way to the weight he carried around before coming to Agrippa’s store.“I’ve missed you and all but I know you aren’t here just for me. I wish it were that way but it is you after all. So what’s up? Why did you come back?” Agrippa questioned knowing whatever it was had to be very important if Evander felt the need to come back.Evander made a motion of protecting his heart as he let his laughter die out, remembering the very reason he was here. Just the thought of what this visit could mean was enough to kill what little flower of happiness had been brought back to life for a few seconds.Agrippa always the observant witch didn’t miss the change in his mood, especially with frown lines branding his otherwise handsome face. “I didn’t mean to pry, I’m sorry.” She immediately apologized feeling stupid for ruining the
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