Mathias continued speaking, his voice choked with emotion. “...and they didn't fail in their promise," he said, his eyes glistening with tears. "Everyday I spent with them was so precious. My grandfather taught me everything I know. He had lots of stories to tell, stories about witches, vampires and werewolves. Great stories, and I love listening to them. But good things never last long in my life. By the time I was 6 years old, my grandfather died and a year later my grandma followed him. Once again, I was alone in the world with no friends and no family." A tear fell off to the ground. "My father didn't want me," Mathias continued, bitterness creeping into his voice. "He even blamed me for his parents' deaths. I never knew someone could hate his own flesh and blood in such a way. At the tender age of 7, I had to learn how to survive on my own. I worked on people's farms for slave money, and I had to beg in the streets most times. Anything to put something in my stomach. I didn't hav
"Well, it doesn't matter who the heck he was. We have sent that jerk to meet the devil," one of the men said, and they all had a loud laugh. Clearly, they were proud of what they had accomplished, but then, as they were laughing, they noticed something strange. Two men amongst them standing close to each other, side by side, had suddenly stopped laughing, and after a few seconds, blood started gushing out from their mouths and nostrils. Then they fell to the floor, revealing Eric Damian very much alive, standing at their backs. He had two hearts in his hand - the men's hearts. "Let's play, shall we?" he said with a smirk. Time: 3:12 pmLocation: Great Hill High School The school period was over, and everyone was on their way home. Adams and Noah walked to the open school car park side by side with their girlfriends, Ella and Patricia, respectively. Noah was stealing kisses from Patricia's lips as they walked happily to the car park, while Adams had his arms across Ella's shoulder. M
"That won't be a problem. Go and have fun tonight, but you'd better report to the office very early tomorrow," the Sheriff said in a not-too-serious tone. "I sure will, sir. Thank you," Sergeant Chriswell said, trying his best to hide his excitement from showing. "It's nothing. Send my regards to your fiancée, the pretty Miss Brown," the Sheriff said with a smirk. It had been approximately two days since the pretty Vivian last encountered the strange but handsome Eric Damian. She knew he was trouble, but she was really dying to see him again. Lying on her bed, which was close to the open window, she could see the night sky. She normally liked to admire the night sky, and today was no different. The sky was beautiful as always, but Vivian's heart was beating fast with anticipation. As she gazed at the sky from her bed, thoughts of that night came to her head. She nearly died that night, but yet every time she thinks about everything that happened, a smile always seems to form on he
"No...I think you shouldn't quit. I know they lied about almost everything, but I think they did that out of desperation, so you should stay. I mean, we should stay here together, and I know you would try your best to help them. You're not only the best mom, but the best doctor too," Clara said, her voice filled with conviction. Dr. Ellen couldn't really believe it was her daughter Clara speaking. She looked into her daughter's eyes and saw the determination and unwavering loyalty. A wave of emotions washed over her - pride, gratitude, and a tinge of guilt. She had put her daughter through so much, and yet Clara was still willing to stand by her side. "Thank you, sweetheart, but are you really sure you want us to continue living in this town?" Dr. Ellen asked again, her voice tinged with hesitation. "I am sure, Mom. Great Hill is our new home now, and I have come to accept it. I respect your decision, Mum. You didn't make a mistake coming here," Clara said, her voice calm and reassu
“We can leave this place, the four of us. We can go somewhere far, somewhere even Lucian cannot reach, and start our lives afresh there,” she said with her eyes shining brightly, actually believing the possibility of escaping from Lucian, her voice filled with hope and desperation. “Mum, stop. Stop it, Mum. Where can we possibly run to where Lucian won't be able to find us? Even if such a place exists, it means we would always live our lives in fear and hiding, always watching our backs... We would be living in fear that someday, any day, Lucian would discover where we are, and we will most definitely be disciplined. Is that the life you want to live? Is that the life you want Karen to be raised in?” Adams said, his voice filled with frustration and sadness. “But at least we would be together, all of us,” Mrs Bright said, her voice trembling with uncertainty and doubt, but she was already seeing the plan as a failed one. “No, Mum. I don't want that life for you, I don't want that li
Eric Damian pulled his hands out of Vivian's head, thus breaking the connection between them, and Vivian flinched from the sudden loss of contact. She felt disoriented and vulnerable, as if her mind had been invaded and left exposed. Vivian was a little shaky because of what she had just seen. Her breath was shallow, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She tried to steady herself by holding on to something, but her hands were trembling too much. Eric, meanwhile, was calm but had a worried look, as if he was trying to figure out everything he had just seen in Vivian's head. He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes for a moment, as if to clear his mind. "What did you do to me?" Vivian asked, looking terrified. Her voice was shaking, and she sounded as if she was about to break down. Damian glanced at her and noticed she was bleeding on both sides of her head. His fingers must have pierced her head while he was trying to extract information. He felt a pang of guilt and regret,
"What's this?!" Chriswell yelled once he got into Vivian's room, and she could hear his loud voice reverberating throughout the house to the kitchen Vivian was in. "Oh my God, I have totally forgotten about Eric," she said, her heart racing with fear that her fiance, Sergeant Chriswell, had seen Damian in her room... ★ After having dinner with her mother and the little mother-daughter discussion they had, Clara went up to her room. But she had this strange feeling, an overwhelming ache in her chest, a longing to see her father again, even though she knew it was impossible. He was long dead and must have turned to dust by now. She jumped on her bed, feeling the weight of sadness pressing down on her. Her laptop was next to her, and she almost dropped it in her grief. She stared at it for a while, then an idea came to her mind. She turned on the laptop and opened an existing folder. It took her to a series of recorded videos, and a bittersweet smile formed on Clara's face as she cli
Lucian smiled weakly, his eyes glimmering with a mix of determination and fear. “That's partially correct. My father, Marcus, was a very strong alpha wolf, and I was his only son and heir to his pack. His territory was far from here, very far from here, in a not-too-large village, and we were charged to protect all the people, humans, and wolves alike that lived in the territory from creatures who tasted blood, a job we did pretty fine for so many years until he came.” “Who came?” Adams asked, noticing the sudden shift in Lucian's demeanor. “A man, a strange-looking man, but he was no man. He was a blood-sucking demon, a vampire, and he had an unquenchable taste for blood that I haven't seen before. My father led the charge against this monster with his mighty pack and me by his side. We fought and attacked the creature with all we got, but he seemed an unstoppable force. He was untouchable, unkillable. I could have died that day as the creature's hands went through me and held my he