Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and yet, Natasha was not speaking terms with everyone. She rarely went out of the room without Morbius beside her. She walked like a hungry zombie whenever she walked alone in the hall of the castle. Everyone was a bit skeptical but when they learned about her being pregnant, they were trying to be understanding. She just has a different way of having a baby.
"Wifey, I heard from Rean that you and our baby are doing great." Morbius was drying his hair after a very long day of work throughout the entire land. He was used to it before but when Natasha came, his hard work suddenly got lightened. But not for a couple of months.
Natasha just watched Morbius carefully while wearing decent night clothing. She wanted to speak to him but due to her weird pregnancy, she lost her voice like it
Thunder, lightning, and heavy rain make noise outside the vast greenfield of El Mezzanotte land. There was a newly built barn house next to the hilltop castle where faint groans echoed as if there was a sick animal around. But like the old burned ones, there was a secret trap door leading to a basement filled with dust and rust, smoke, and blood from a captive creature. "KILL ME NOW!" A very loud scream echoed throughout the entire basement. But it was followed by a sarcastic laugh that echoed well throughout the walls of the basement. The lights around the space were flickering and the wall was filled with stains of random bloods of animals or traitors. The sounds of groans and moving chains were making the creepy space more eerie like a haunted space. But the further it went, a tormenting conversation began to
Time skipped from days to weeks to months and to years and yet nothing seemed to change. The sky was clear and serene even the vast greenfield of El Mezzanotte was indeed filled with peace after some annoyance and rebuilding of the land. But among the peacefulness, the local farmers finally found their other half and built their own families yet, still busy doing what had been assigned to them by their lady and master. Speaking of their lady and master, something seems to switch as soon as their youngest hits five. "MORBIUS, OFFICE NOW!!!" Natasha's fuming voice began to echo throughout the entire land alarming everyone especially her husband, Morbius. Ever since the youngest turned five years old, Morbius started doing more outside field work than usual. He trained with the newbies and youngsters including their
Thunder, lightning, and heavy rain make noise outside the vast greenfield of El Mezzanotte land. There was a barnhouse next to the hilltop castle where faint groans echoed as if there was a sick animal around. But beneath the barn house, there was a secret trap door leading to a basement filled with dust, dirt, and smoke from tobacco. “What do you think, the Master will do with him?” a voice of man wondered even though he knew what the answer would be. “Don’t ask since there’s nothing to talk about what will he do to a traitor like him.” another voice that came from a lady with a scoff beneath her breath as she smoked her tobacco. The lights around the space were flickering and the wall was filled with stains of random bloods of animals or traitors. It was really like a haunted space
"We're here to talk about you and not us." But one of them, a fledging vampire council turned the table back to the real topic they were after. Morbius’s ears twitched from overly confident tone that the newbie used. “Your tone is something, fledgling…” he impreiously commented with coldness in his voice causing the newbie to cower as if he was caught red-handed. “And you don’t have to worry about me and my land as I can rule over it. Also, if you’re worried about me being a widow, don’t bother remarrying me to some random women out there. You’re not my parents. I don't care for how long I will wait for me to decay or the appearance of my second beloved mate to marry." He continued with his cold and firm voice as he decided and cut the same discussion before getting up. "Morbius..." The caring vampire counc
Retreating to the weird night of Morbius, he went to his chamber and let himself pour a blood wine over his wine glass. He sipped as he watched the moonlight glow in a different way. "What a different night..." he coldly commented as he recalled what he suddenly felt there. He looked at his sweaty hands before letting his right rested on his left chest to feel his heartbeat faintly beating again. "...I wonder what kind of creature she is...she smelled different..." he muttered to himself before emptying his glass and letting himself do his usual workload. But as another day began kicking in, the weather was gloomy and threatening to rain at any moment. Natasha began stirring up from resting comfortably the whole night of her escapade. She let her eyes adjust as she opened her e
But on the other hand, Natasha started to have a hard time dealing with the heaviness of the rain pouring over her entire body. It was not about the soaking clothes or the mud all over her body but something she could not easily overcome. It was making her hands tremble and cry as she ran aimlessly around the unfamiliar land. ‘Please, tell me where are you now.’ Natasha suddenly heard a very alluring and caring cold voice that she hoped to be cradled with. It perks Natasha's wolf hearing and tried to locate where it came from but there was nothing. There was no sign of anyone causing another wave of dismay. She clicked her tongue in frustration and went on her way to wherever her feet led her. “FUCK THIS!” Natasha suddenly shouted as frustrati
"WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HER?!" Morbius coldly boomed as soon as he reached the room. "We don't know, Master. I can't check her without burning." the family doctor answered in his worried tone. "Burning?" he wondered what does it mean. Morbius looked over the bed and Natasha's body was shivering. She was groaning in pain as she hysterically moved harshly on the bed. She was not possessed but she was steaming hot and nobody could touch her or get near the bed. She was like a sun on how hot her temperature was. "She's hot like a sun." Sandy, the lady vampire servant who carried Natasha answered. "Is she in heat?" Rizal wondered. The family vampire doctor shakes his head.
Roaming around the castle after feeling bored inside her bedroom, the silence around might be deafening but not to Natasha. It somewhat calms her but something she felt missing around the walls of the castle. "Colors...maybe..." she muttered to herself as she looked over a certain space where a grand piano was located. It made her smile. "Shall we give it a try? Well, nobody is stopping me...let's play some." Natasha went to the grand piano at the center of the space. Letting her fingertips touch them, Natasha started recalling faint memories of her childhood when she used to play instruments at their old house. She plays and sings the song called I Will Be Here which was sung by Steven Curtis Chapman. "Tomorrow morning if