This was only the beginning and mild dizziness and nausea struck me. I urgently needed to isolate myself. The fireplace emitted heat that seemed to be transferring to the feeble layers of my skin. This must've been the moon playing tricks with me.
I could hear chatter around me but it all sounded distorted as if I was underwater. My mouth tried to produce words but all I could distinguish was my voice but my mind couldn't decipher anything concrete. I wasn't even in a state of mind where I could think about the words I wanted to so clearly comprehend.
I used the armchair as a support system to stand up. I felt so light but so heavy at the same time. I just wanted to lay down to recalibrate my energy.
Concepts of gravity and time felt so foreign to me as I treaded with instability. I made sure to hold onto innate objects throughout my hazy journey to isolation. I let my intuition lead me to an unoccupied darkroom in the cabin. I let myself cascade onto the bed. M
I found myself running in the darkness of the woods. There were still dim fairy lights casting some light from above. No amount of moonlight could shine through the dense leaves of the trees. I didn't know why I kept running but it was as if I was being guided to a destination. Was it a destination the moon was leading me to?I slowed down my footsteps and panted with a feeling of a drought in my mouth. I had no idea where I was or where I was going.There was some movement in the trees and high-pitched voices in the air. I looked up to see some Fae sitting on a branch together. It certainly was a sight to see. Never in my life had I seen pencil-sized people with wings and even though her face was tiny I recognized one of the Faes as the girl who had a human boyfriend who wanted to expose her.The Fae looked down at me and flew away as a collective. They must've been startled by my lone wandering in the woods on the full moon. Their wings remained translucent ju
All of my senses awakened at the same time. I picked up on the singing of the birds, the smell of outside flowing into the room at the will of the wind, and the trees rustling their leaves together.I opened my eyes to a sleeping Saiora. She was tucked tightly into her blankets and looked as restful as a baby in deep slumber. Rachel on the other hand was not in her bed. Her presence was absent from the room in general and I wondered where she might be?My stomach grumbled and I let out a loud yawn. I sat upright to check the time on the clock and I was shocked to see that it was twelve PM. All I could think about was how my sleep schedule was going to be messed up now. Considering that it was Sunday and I had school the next day.Saiora groaned and adjusted her position on her bed. "Wh
The walk to my dorm room was void of conversation between Dean and me. The silence did not generate any moments of awkwardness. I could tell he enjoyed silence of this kind. There was no need to force any idle conversation. The random stares from my peers hadn't halted as I thought they would've by now. Dean glanced at me with a look of concern. He must've noticed the sharp gazes directed my way. These weren't the looks of admiration that he must've been used to. These were looks of curiosity and fear. I despised one more than the other and it was the fearful glances that I could not escape. I wanted to find out more about the type of rumors going around about me. Was it perhaps connected to the Sophomores that deceived me with their magic or was it when Warlocks and Witches saw the moon's authority take its hold over me. I wondered if the Witch who set someone on fire received this much attention too?
Darkness had just been welcomed in the city of London. The last peaking rays of sunlight had faded below the horizon of the earth. It was Autumn and the evening air had been chillier than it had ever been in the month of October. It did not matter how frigid the temperature was, there would always be carousers who were ready to satisfy their tongues with the taste of liquor in the presence of ear-splitting music and dancing bodies. The air would never be chilly to these kinds of people instead these folks would choose to convince their shivering selves that the air was briskly and that the breeze that tickled their reddening cheeks meant no harm. Little did they know the wind that they let kiss their skin was the cause of their weakening immune systems that would, later on, invite a cold sickness.Rachel Bloodworth, a sixteen-year-old Vampire heiress- shared a similar thirsting appetite to the humans around her. Rising like the rate of inflation her appetence for the drug Keltofane ne
The four Vampire friends were all mingled amongst the humans on the blue-lit dance floor. They all blended in as if they too had warm blood coursing through their veins. It was only now that the drug the four friends consumed began taking full effect. Their cold-blooded insides thirsted for the blood of another. They were in paradise with an endless amount of humans to choose from. Tilly had already pranced over to her prey and claimed him. It was never a difficult task for the ginger-haired Vampire to lure her prey in. Her pretty smile and the hypnotic intensity in her eyes that penetrated one's soul were usually all it took to do the trick. Tilly had a way with her gaze, making people believe they belonged to her and that they had willingly given themselves to her but they never had a choice, to begin with. Rachel couldn't help but remind herself of why she fell in love with the fiery Vampire in the first place. Tilly's honey-brown dewy eyes transformed into a red pigment before
The two young vampires were still in different stages of their high and Tilly would not be able to offer much assistance in her state. She couldn't quite grasp reality just of yet."You shouldn't be upset Rach. It's just death, as we are. If it makes you feel better, I killed that feeder from earlier on. It's in our nature to kill Rachel. The human does not feel pity for the lamb or chicken they feast on. Neither does the fox when it preys on the hare. So why should we feel bad for a mere humans soul that's probably damned anyway," in Tilly's mind she probably felt like her words comforted the young Vampire heiress but Rachel didn't feel comforted.If Tilly was this desensitized to killing there was no way she hadn't done this before- Rachel concluded in her thoughts."How many are there?" Rachel's asked shakingly."How many what?""How many people have you killed Tilly?""I've never counted. Um let me think," Tilly sucked air through her teeth be
I inhaled at the story Rachel had explained. My arms were wrapped around her cold body. I felt as though she required this embrace especially when she had explained the harsh words her mother had said to her."I'm so sorry you had to go through that Rachel. You didn't deserve to hear those words from your Mother. How long did it take for you to not require any Keltofane?" Rachel sniffled her nose before answering."Well it took four months. It was absolute hell but all worth it. I obviously couldn't go back to school so I remained at home until the end of summer. My parents then told me that they were sending me here and since that day in the club," Rachel inhaled. "I haven't gone a day thinking about what I did to that boy. His name was Jordan. He was nineteen. I found his ID on the backseat of Henry's car. I can only imagine what I put his family and
I had returned to the dormitories after having my discussion with Aunt Celeste. Saiora, Rachel, and I were all in the process of getting ready for the party. Admittedly I tried to back out of going but Saiora convinced me that it was going to be worth it and another way of getting used to the Luveldom culture. She also made it clear that it would isolate me even further. These parties they held after every full moon were something every freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior attended. It was tradition. "I don't have a black dress and I want to wear a dress," I frowned while looked through every item of clothing I owned and it didn't even surprise me that I didn't have a dress for the occasion. The only dress I had was white. The dress code for this party was black. That was the dress code every single time. These parties were a way to celebrate living through the full moon and of course celebrating any life lost. Hence the black. This time around no student died so we didn't have