"Don't worry, Lady Zezi, my horse is very strong, a good bred, and she can take us both to somewhere with spectacular meal. I know a place." Delice bumped her shoulder lightly against Zezi's own. "You'll not regret it."Zezi didn't protest again, it was useless.Although dinning with the enemy wasn't her thing, but maybe this time, she could raise a white flag and allow a little bit of peace. Besides, when next did she know that she would have the opportunity to sneak out like this again. Lady Delice would be too careful next time. Her stomach rumbled again, although it was really low this time. They both busted into laughter as they headed towards the horse, but before they went too far off, Zezi turned to see the words carved upon the grave stone, singling it out and concentrating on it. Carved into the grey stone, were the letters hard to see under the dim moonlight."D...N..." But before she could read it completely and connect it all, Lady Delice was holding her hand and pull
The library was quite and the same as she remembered it.Poorly lit, white lights placed at distance too far from each other, maybe because of the vampires overly sensitive sight or maybe not, Zezi really didn't care. The large hall was filled with numerous high shelves with books in them, rightly ventilated and with the Librarian missing from his or her seat.Everything.Just the same. Except that this time around, she was visiting the library at the middle of the night.There was something or someone that had been present the last time she had been here though. Lady Delice. It wasn't until that thought had crossed Zezi's mind did she consider the fact that she might run into her again, just as she had the first time she had visited the library. Zezi hoped she wouldn't though, not because she didn't have believable lies to tell as her reason for being here, but because she just felt that she had seen enough of Lady Delice for tonight.Too much encounter between them and she might
"I am Akeem, follower of the White Circle, a messaneger of one of the High pillars. On behalf of the White Circle, My High Pillar offers you a hand of alliance. Are you here to take it?" He stretched his hand towards her again.Zezi's lips tugged upwards in a smirk and his lips slowly fell back into the thin line it had been in before.He was asking her this after he had already revealed his face and told her about "The White Circle"? They must be so confident in their powers to remain unfound if they wanted to be, because that had to be the only reason for going about things this way.He slowly stretched his hand more to her in a form of a handshake, like the only reason she had not accepted it the first time was because she hadn't seen it in the first place, but Zezi still disregarded it, folding her arms across her chest, her eyes concealed.She wasn't stupid, he still hadn't answered her question yet."What are you? You have no scent," her pearly white teeth came to sight, her lip
"Or you could let me live," he looked down at her finger that had snaked under his chin, feeling her claw prick his skin. She moved her finger, tilting his head upwards, making it harder for him to see. "And...?""Get a chance to speak with your family."She blinked. What did he take her for? A fool? She knew there was a block to her link. She found that out a long time ago."That's impossible.""I can make it possible." She chuckled instinctively."Go ahead. Humor me."Without looking away from her, he brought out a small round gem, like a globe, in his hand. The blue soft light emitting from it, made her look down at what he had with him, but she was still very much at alert just in case Akeem tried to do anything funny."Once you place your hand on this, you can communicate through that link you werewolves have." He paused, then added quickly. "Pack link."Her gaze snapped up at him. "And what's in it for you?" He eyed her claw that was still underneath his chin. "My life?" He
Feeling her body go weak, before it all crashed and her eyelids tore open."Are you alright?" Akeem asked. She leaned against the shelf for a moment, trying to regain herself and take in her environment, while she wiped the blood away from her nostrils. Her gaze moved to Akeem and her mind went over what he represented. An opportunity.An opportunity to take down the very person that had put her into this situation. They needed her to get to the King and she needed them, because she couldn't do it alone. None of the two sides could. Maybe their offer wasn't that terrible after all. Maybe they could work together.So even if they were not out to cause demise to all the vampires, as long as the King was part of the ones they targeted, having him out of the picture at any cost would make her satisfied.Although she still couldn't figure out how they could possibly kill him, they seem to have a witch in their midst, the witch should figure it out."Are you---""Yes," she stood uprigh
Delice turned in bed, her eyebrows furrowed, her facial features twitching sharply under the dim red light of her room.A groan of pain. An unintelligible whisper through trembling lips.Nightmares were battles. Battles Delice always fought with but never won, because they kept coming back. Hitting her with more intensity than the last, more real everytime as she relived the saddest moments of her life in her dream, just like she was doing right now. She turned violently in bed, her attempt to wake up futile, her mind been pulled further into an abyss of memories she would give anything not to relive.But suddenly everything became blank and she was doing that exact thing she didn't want to do. Reliving. Dreaming.Once again, there she was, in that cottage, on that raining night, that was filled with flashing lightening and deafening thunder.The room was dark and it was noisy outside with the rain beating against the transparent window glass. Delice moved around with her protrud
She stood up, dragging out a box from under a her bed quickly.In a blink, she flipped it open, then snatched out one of the carefully arranged packaged blood in the box, draining with desperation till it's very last drop before she collapsed on the floor, her gaze fixed on the dim red light at the up, center of her room, tears running down her face.It had been ten years and still, the pain remained the same. Would she ever heal?___The idea of becoming friends with the King last night had sounded almost easy to her despite how she had taken the proposal, but waking up this morning and realizing how real it was and that she had to start putting action for it to happen, made her feel absolutely pressurized.She could almost feel the weight on her shoulders, pulling her to down to the ground.On one side, she had her hatred for him to battle with and on the other side, she had his possible suspicion to avoid.First, she had her breakfast and Gwen had been her usual calm self. She tri
Trigger warning - The word "blood" comes up a lot in this chapter.___It was a bloody mess.Blood on the floor, blood on the walls, blood on their bodies. Just splashes here and there, not a enough to form pool of whatever size, yet it was no exaggeration that they had gone at each other crazily.Laura had Zezi trapped on the floor beneath her, her claws raised, her eyes red with burning rage, while Zezi looked up at her with sick smile on her face. "Why do we always got to find ourselves in this position, uhn?" She chuckled, the slight cut across her face healing, it was just a nick anyways. "Do you need more encouragement again?"Laura hissed. "Alright then." The smile wiped off her face. "Do it.""You fucking bitch!""You curse like a trainwreak. Good thing we don't have kids around, right?" She chuckled again.Laura frowned, standing up and offering her a hand to do the same, but Zezi didn't accept her hand, she stood up on her own, dusting off her gown. "You almost tricked m