Her lips feel warm, somewhat trembling and, after a few seconds, wet, when she opens them a little to take my bottom lip between hers. "That's enough," I pull away, when the ten seconds she demanded have passed and a shiver runs down my back. Everything feels like we just did something pretty horrific like killing a poor little puppy and I hate feeling this way, "Can we go now?" Mid stares at me with dreamy eyes for a few seconds, not moving, but then reacts and nods. I get out of there as fast as possible and once I'm out of her sight, I wipe my mouth. That was fücking disgusting. "Guys, this is my very good friend Midnight," I introduce her when we get to the table and everyone greets her briefly. I pull up a chair for her and place her next to me. Immediately Cums smiles at her, "Don't get distracted by her, Cums." "Sorry, sorry, I won't stare at your 'friend'," he promises, making quotation marks in the air, "But I di have to ask, are you wearing some kind o
MidnightMy name is Midnight. I was born exactly at midnight, on December 29, 2002. My last name is Lipovsky, although it should be Vosse, but that's a story for another day. I am 20 years, 4 months and 2 days old. And I'm a bit weird. My hair is brown, long and soft. My face is full of freckles and moles. My arms and legs are extremely hairy and my eyes are different colors. One is brown and the other is blue. That's called heterochromia and is usually seen in animals, which makes a little bit of sense. I was born this way and according to my pediatrician at age 5, my blue eye would lose vision completely at any moment because it's 'weaker' than usual, but he was wrong. Very wrong. The truth is that my vision is excellent... just like my sense of smell, my sense of hearing and my strength. Ever since I turned eighteen, something changed inside me. Something that filled me with fear at first but little by little I came to accept: there is an animal living inside of me. An animal th
I did something completely stupid.The second I set foot in London, the realization came to me that I committed utter stupidity and that I really had no logical reason for doing all of this. I had no reason for stealing my grandmother's savings and fly to another continent to meet a complete stranger who doesn't even come up on g****e when you search for his name. The only thing that comes up about Lionel Kendrick Vosse is his building contract, legal information about a marijuana problem he had in 2003 and a F******k page with lots of friends but no pictures.So I spent 900 dolars impulsively to travel for the first time on a plane where I had two panic attacks. One when the smell and sound of people started to overwhelm me too much and then another when there was a little turbulence. Then I had to be escorted by the flight attendant to pick up my suitcase because I was deemed unstable and now I'm close to breaking down crying in the street because I'm not liking realizing how hard l
That'll be a hundred and twelve pounds. Uh, are you sure you want to stay here?" he asks, the last words in a low voice. For some reason I start to feel like there's no problem with these men, so I nod and pull out the money to pay him, "Thanks. Good luck finding your father.""Thanks to you for the lolly!" I exclaim and I get out of the car, pulling my suitcase and looking towards the men feeling weird, but strangely safe. "Follow my partner, miss. He'll take you to Lion.""Okay," I nod and do exactly that. Once I'm inside a truck, I look deeply at the man, "Do you guys know my father or something?""Sure," he replies in a casual tone, "He's from the same generation as my brother and I followed his career closely. Good guy.""Oh, sure, sure," I nod. I have no idea what his career is, "Why can't taxis come in here?"The man frowns and gives me a funny look."How do they do it in your clan? Do they just let any human in?" he asks as if he is judging mehard and his words leave me confu
I nod towards Bastian and enter the apartment. And even though I consider myself a brave person (relatively), I'm starting to get scared of this. Not the fact that they might do something to me, because they seem like nice people, but I'm starting to worry about what will happen after I meet Lion. I never planned anything after that. I don't have much money left. Maybe it's enough for a couple of days in a sleazy hotel but what about after those few days, what will become of me? This is exactly why people don't just decide they want to travel and leave right then and there. There are things to plan. And the truth is, even though I have enough money to buy another plane ticket and go back home, I don't want to do it. I don't want to be stuck home all the time again, I don't want to go back to not eating sugar or dairy or meat. Not before eating all the sweets that come my way. And meat. I'm the main part of the food chain, I should be free to eat as many animals as I want... or mayb
“Grayson, stop talking. This is a serious matter,” Lion scolds me, “How did she die? When?”“Cocaine overdose. Eighteen years, three months and fifteen days ago," she answers and I guess she must be traumatized enough to even remember the days. Poor thing, no wonder she's so weird. I wish my mother had died eighteen years ago and not hers... okay, I didn't want to think this, I wasn't serious... or maybe I was, “Buy either way, you wouldn't have known about my birth. Like you said, my grandmother hates you.”“Yes... that miserable old woman," He curses under his breath and throws the towel he had on his head on the floor, "Let's see, then, let me recap. Miriam got pregnant, fled back home to America so I wouldn't find out, and two years later she overdosed on coke.... Wow, what a mess. And who did you stay with? Did Miriam get married?”“No, I stayed alone with my grandmother. That miserable old woman you mentioned," Midnight replies. Lion grimaces, "It's not as bad as you think. She r
Midnight stiffens as soon as I draw her into my body and everything gets extremely uncomfortable in that short second. Her face is squashed against my shoulder and her body is at an odd angle, leaning back against me with her ass on the outside and her long legs arranged in a simply weird position."Are we hugging?" she asks suddenly, without moving."No. I am hugging you but you're just in a very awkward position," I reply and even though I know it's maybe not the best idea, I move to be closer to her. I let go of her neck to slip my arm around her lower back and hug her properly. Midnight makes a sound in her throat and stiffens even more than before. Now her face is level with mine and very close, "This isn't a hug either, but it's not as weird as the last one. If you would just... relax your body a little and put your arm around me...""Like this?" he interrupts me, surprising me when he does as I asked and puts her arm around me. I'm about to say that we're actually hugging this
Does this mean that the voice inside my head was right? Am I really part animal? I mean, it's easy to call myself crazy when the animal in my head is talking to me.... but how can I justify four people who are affirming my craziness?It would be too much of a coincidence if they were just as crazy as me, so this must be true. I am a werewolf. Once I manage to pull myself together, I ask a million questions. Fortunately, my father and Angie answer everything I ask, they manage to calm me down from the details that distressme. Except there are a lot of things that distress me. "Midnight, stop," Lion blurts out, as if he's tired of me, "I get that you don't understand and it must be a lot for you, but you can learn little by little, okay? For the moment, that's enough questions. I'm hungry.""Oh... okay.""Wait for us a little longer, we have to get ready before we go out to dinner," Angie says and grabs my hand to lead me to the apartment next door, until we arrive at a place... a be