Flashback-15 years ago. Ten-year-old Miriam jumped up and down the bushy path that led to her house, humming and abnormal tune, whilst her little mind wondered what her carer would prepare for the night. Her carer. Miriam didn't know how they had they crossed paths, but one thing she was sure of, was that she wasn't a favourite to the woman. Miriam wasn't sure if it was because she had lost her memories from growing up. She clutched the grocery bag in her hand tightly, knowing that she couldn't afford for the produce in it, to fall to the ground. The eggs will get broken, and the woman would end up messing with her head again. Miriam didn't know what exactly, or how exactly the woman did it, but she knew that her mind never remained the same after the woman would hold her head in a skeptic way, and don the blank expression. Quick! She muttered to herself, increasing her jumping and walking pace. At a time, she started running through the path, for fear of snakes sneaking u
Flashback-12 years ago.Miriam stood amidst the shifting currents of the pack, feeling the weight of Raul and her fatherâs changed attitudes bearing down upon her. Where once there had been warmth and camaraderie, now there lingered a palpable distance and cool reserve. It was as if an invisible barrier had risen between them, casting a shadow over their interactions.Confusion gnawed at Miriam's heart, mingling with a tinge of hurt. She replayed their recent interactions in her mind, searching for clues or signs of what had shifted. Had she said something wrong? Was there an unspoken judgment or misunderstanding she had failed to grasp?The ache of estrangement was compounded by a sense of loss. Raul, whom she had considered a trusted confidant and friend, now seemed guarded in his demeanor. His once open smile now carried a hint of caution, a subtle shift that left Miriam feeling adrift.Her fatherâs change was more subtle yet equally poignant. His usually warm gaze now held a fleet
Two weeks later.As Raul's eyes fluttered open, he found himself engulfed in a swirling maelstrom of confusion and disorientation. The world around him seemed hazy and indistinct, as if he were viewing it through a fogged-up window. Slowly, as consciousness began to seep back into his mind, he became aware of the dull ache that permeated every fiber of his beingâa lingering reminder of the ordeal he had endured.With a groan, Raul attempted to sit up, only to be met with a wave of dizziness that sent him reeling back onto the bed. Memories, long buried beneath layers of denial and deception, surged to the forefront of his mind with a force that left him breathless. Truths that he had once dismissed as lies came crashing down upon him like a ton of bricks, each revelation more devastating than the last.In the harsh light of reality, Raul found himself confronted with the consequences of his actionsâthe pain he had inflicted upon those he held dear, the wounds he had left unhealed in h
One month later.âItâs been a month now.â Raul muttered to himself with a sigh. A month had passed since his mateâs disappearance. Raul found himself ensnared in a suffocating fog of despair. Each day dawned with the weight of her absence pressing down upon him, a constant reminder of the gaping void that had been left in her wake. In the quiet moments when he was alone with his thoughts, Raul allowed himself to succumb to the overwhelming tide of sorrow that threatened to consume him. He mourned not only for Olivera, but for the little life they had sharedâa life that now seemed like nothing more than a distant memory, a fragile dream shattered by the harsh reality of her absence.Tears flowed freely from Raul's eyes, silent tributes to the love he had lost and the pain that now consumed him. Each tear was a testament to the depth of his despair, a tangible expression of the emptiness that gnawed at his soul.But even amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf him, Raul clung t
Jacob stood amidst the smoldering remains of the vampire, his chest heaving with exertion and adrenaline. The acrid smell of burnt flesh mingled with the lingering ozone from the celestial fire he had summoned moments before. His hands trembled slightly, the aftermath of channeling such power through his veins.His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the darkness that had encroached upon what used to be his home. It had been more than six years since he had last set foot here, leaving behind memories he had tried hard to bury. Yet now, facing the vampires who dared to trespass upon his past, he felt a surge of protectiveness for the family he had left behind.Images of his loved ones flashed through his mindâhis parents, his siblings, and especially Olivera, who had always been his protector. Jacob hoped fervently that nothing had befallen them in his absence, that they were safe and unaware of the danger lurking so close to their doorstep.The vampire's blackened heart now ash a
Jacob's heart skipped a beat at the mention of his parents' residence. He exchanged a glance with his companions, gratitude mingling with uncertainty in his eyes. Could it really be that simple? Could the reunion be that simple? He couldnât stop the giddiness that started at from the sole of feet when he thought of reuniting with Olivera. Had she found her mate now? Who was it? What about Lisa? Well, he had but a few minutes to find out. With a newfound sense of purpose, Jacob thanked the man earnestly before striding towards the grand street, his steps quickening with each stride, the others hot on his heels. âCalm your horses, young man. You canât wait to see your big sister?âJacob huffed, but didnât reduce his walking pace. He knew that Zande was trying to water down the variety of emotions assailing him, he appreciated that, but he didnât think it necessary, he didnât think it would work. But he appreciated the efforts.âJust stay with me, Cara mia. Just stay with me.â***
When Jacob, and the other ancients stepped inside the room, they were first greeted by the opulent luxury in the large sitting room. Again, Jacob wondered how his parents had suddenly come into this vast amount of wealth, when there were others suffering in the outskirts of the pack. He perused Jeremy as he thought upon this, unmoved when he saw the latter watching him too. Jacob could detect the shock in there, and there was the pain again. A pain so searing that Jacob didnât know what to do with it, especially because he knew that it was connected to his sister. Jacob turned away, not wanting to acknowledge it. Instead, he took a seat on a very long sofa with an L shape. The ancients followed his cue. With everyone seated now, the butler served them drinks. The ancients glanced at each other before taking the glass cup in their hands, and donning the liquid in one go. They felt nothing, tasted nothing. There was a cough from their audience which alerted them to the fact that th
Kendalf smiled, liking the fact that Sarah was an avid reader. It made the explanation process easier on them. If not, how could he have enumerated their qualities without coming off as an egocentric personality? "In history, the ancients are not portrayed as purely evil or malevolent beings. While they have a dark and dangerous side, they also possess a sense of honor and a desire to protect those they care about. They often act as guardians and mentors to younger ones, guiding them and imparting their wisdom. However, the ancients are not without their flaws and vulnerabilities. Despite their immense power, they can still be wounded and killed, although it takes a significant amount of force to do so. They are also susceptible to the same weaknesses as other vampires, such as sunlight and a good dose of silver." Sarah concluded, about to ask Jacob to continue his story, when Jeremy asked her immediately the difference then, between vampires and ancients.The group looked on, wond
When they clambered to the surface of the ground, away from the lab, the girls breathed in relief, freed from the nightmares they had been subjected to for years. It was then that Olivera took a blood bag from the polythene in her arms, feeling better in the night hair, and took a sip, wary of how the blood would taste. She had heard Jacob talking about the heady feeling, worse if it came from an ancient. But it still hadnât prepared her for the kick of pleasure. She found herself moaning as she greedily drank the blood, until she drained the bag. When she was done, she looked at the others. They were staring at her with unexplainable emotions on their faces. At least it wasnât disgust. Olivera thought with a shrug, before handing the bag over to Miriam. When her friend hesitated in collecting it, she piqued an eyebrow. âYou want to do the dismantling of the structure, without alerting the soldiers?â Miriam huffed, and took the bag. As much as she had great magic, she didnât want
The first thing Olivera saw when she stepped into the hole where the passageway stopped was the largeness of the space, which could contain more than five thousand people. Then she saw the tubes, the boiling liquids and the lab rats. A modern lab.âWhere are you?â She asked the girl, needing to get out of here; it was making her nauseous. Ten more minutes here, and she might be vomiting all over the place. And there was the fact that she didnât know when the soldiers would be waking up. âAt the far end of the caveâĶâOlivera nodded as if the girl was speaking to her physically. And gesturing with her head, for Miriam to follow her, she sauntered toward the end of the hall, making sure not to look at the tubes housing different organs and parts of an organism. What the hell! She screamed mentally when she saw a full brain at a table which looked like a butchering table. âOh, my godâĶwhat are they doing here?â She heard Miriam ask beside her and sighed. Whose brain was that? A human
Miriamâs heart pounded erratically as she followed Olivera, who seemed very confident on what she was doing, and on where she was going. Three times she thought of grabbing Olivera and walking away from the region, but she also knew it would have been a futile attempt. Her friendâs mind was already made up. She watched as the latter walked past the last barrack, and stopped by a pole, the only pole in the backyard. Behind it were the gates towering them. They have come to a dead end. âOlivera, there is nothing here? Are you sure this girl is real?â Olivera gave Miriam no answer, instead she concentrated on looking around her, waiting for the signal. When she got nothing, she traced the vibration residue, touching the girlâs mind. A jerk in her mind path told her that the girl was surprised she had breached her mind guards. But should she be surprised? Or was something else at play here? âWhere next should I go?â She continued, because she knew she was at the right place, that t
âHow are we getting past that?â Olivera asked Miriam as they came to stand before a huge gate that towered many feet over them. She could now see why Miriam had wanted the journey to be done in the privacy of the night. As much as she could seeâas they had zapped to this pointâthis area wasnât open to the city dwellers, only to the special few. She looked around her again. Barracks with soldiers sleeping within. None was even standing guard at the gates. She didnât believe such a thing would exist at this time. City gates. Where did it lead? She piqued an eyebrow when Miriam smirked. What was the latter thinking? âAs if you donât already knowâĶwhich other way, if not by mistâĶthere is no way I am climbing that. I donât think I am ready to fly with you above itâĶâ Miriam spoke, covering the distance between them, and wrapping her arms around Olivera, her mouth fixed in a pout. Olivera shook her head, yet unable to stop the smile that cascaded her lips. It seemed that her friend was g
A knock woke Olivera up from her deep slumber. After bathing and eating off the snacks she had bought earlier in the day, from the shops in the new city, she had fallen like a log of wood to the bed, and hadnât even stirred after that. Still groggy from the smooth sleep, she let her hand search for her phone which was the only thing that had gone to bed with her, should Miriam call for her. She peered at the screen. It was one in the morning. It was time then. She yawned like a hyena, causing Miriam to chuckle from behind the door. The chuckle dissipated the remaining fog fostering around her head. Taking a deep breath in, she stood up from the bed, flung a sheet around her naked body, and walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw that Miriam was alone, and carrying a tray of steaming food. âYou are a lifesaver.â She muttered, opening the door wider for her friend to come in; the rumbling sounds that emitted from her stomach in agreement with her. Miriam chuckled again, an
âWhere are we heading next?â Olivera asked Miriam immediately they stepped out of the borders of the town, into a city sprawling with people. After they had left the males who had tried to detain them because of her eating habits, they had walked to the largest building in the town, because if Clooney was a big name, it was probably because the man was rich. They hadnât been right in their deduction, but they had at least gotten away from the unsettling males. Olivera had taken her friend behind the building, and had quickly switched to her mist form, turning Miriam into the same, and together they had zapped the remainder of the city without stopping, till they were out of it, till they were in a new one which looked more modernized than the previous. She looked at Miriam, who was staring at the city with artificial skylights, and wondered if her friend had ever been here before. âI never get over the culture shock, you know, seeing the drabness of the town we just left. The cont
What now? Olivera thought, looking at the six males that couldnât be a year older than twenty five years old. What were they doing in front of her? âState your names, and what you are doing in this townâĶâ The male, slightly in front of the others, spoke with a steel voice, causing Olivera and Miriam to exchange furtive glances. What was going on?There was a minute hesitation before Olivera spoke. âI am Darcy. My friend is Lilian. Who are you?â She patted herself mentally for names well cooked and delivered. Darcy and Lilian? How had she come up with those seemingly true names? She watched the male that had just spoken, looked to his comrades behind him, and judged that he was the leader of this small group. Were they the police? She looked at them again. They didnât look like the police. Vigilantes? Maybe. But why were there vigilantes in the town? She kept a seal on her thoughts when the male returned her attention to her. âMy name is Luke, and these are my associates. Our job is
âWe will kill him right?â Miriam asked, as they stepped out of the camp, and turned around to look at it again, reliving what they had seen in there. âWe need to. He is evil. Why will a sane man work with a vampire? Is he crazy?â Olivera just couldnât understand the foolishness, no matter how much she tried. Why would one make a deal with an almost eternal wickedness? Had he no fear for his life, for his family? âI think he is crazy. Evil-y crazy. But thatâs by the way. What are we going to do now?â Olivera looked around the camp, and spat in disgust. âWe will burn it down. We will burn it until itâs nothing but dust. We will eradicate this curse from the face of the earth.â Miriam couldnât agree less, but then she remembered that the ancients might have use for the materials in there. Olivera, having sensed the latterâs thoughts, shook her head. âThey wonât be needing it. Iâve already transferred the necessary details to Raul, and Jacob. They can take it up from there. The mater
âDo you think anyone is in there?â Olivera asked Miriam, immediately she shifted to human self. Miriam looked at her clothed self and smiled. âSeems you have gotten the best hang of shifting, and still keeping your clothes on.â Olivera shrugged her shoulders. âThere was no other choice. I canât keep going up and down with my clothes in my hands or mouth. Since Iâm part ancient, I have to improvise.â She took in a deep breath, inhaling the air tainted with magic and something else. âThis place is tainted with magic. You smell it?â She shook off the imaginary dirt on her clothes, just in case, whilst waiting for Miriamâs reply. When she looked up, her friend was smiling. âWhatâs tickling your fancy? I donât think my question has that much prowessâĶâ Miriam cackled. âI never thought riding on a wolf would be so exhilarating. If I had known, I would have befriended a werewolf, and snagged rides every week at least. Itâs quite freeing and therapeutic.â Olivera nodded. It was just as