LUCAS
Considering that Woodhidge-High was my sixth school, I was kinda not very good in mixing up. The hardest thing about starting a new school wasn't ever anything relating to the main reason of schooling—which I guess is learning. No matter how hard studying can be, the hardest past, without a doubt, was socialising and fixing yourself as ‘part' of the school. It was a concept one couldn't explain to anyone who didn't go to school, or at least the modern day school. This, however, was my opinion. One of the perks of being a new student was having the time to observe everyone around, if you wanted to, and this observation was more impartial because you know nobody. And since I was going to a supernatural school that had multiple magical beings in it, no one needed to tell me it was in my best interest to to do a little observing before jumping in with the wrong people. From what I noticed, my mother was wrong when she said about half of the population of the town were werewolves. In the little time I stayed in the school and the town in general, I felt it was more like 90% of the town. Maybe more. At some point in school, it began to feel like every single person was a werewolf. I got to learn that the seers, mindreaders, witches, altogether, had a population of just sixty—and that was including my mum and me. The vampires were only three in number...and there was only one weredragon. Made one wonder whether all of the supernatural world wouldn't be extinct in a few years. Humans were just over fifty—unsuspecting fellows who wandered into the wrong town.If I was being entirely honest, Woodhidge-High wasn't a bad school at all, and even more importantly, it didn't strike me as a ‘boring school'. The teachers all seemed particularly interested interested in all the Supernaturals seeing themselves as one. And the school was kinda friendly, if you ask me. Its facilities were ‘topnotch' compared to the public school you would see in other towns. I felt it was because a lot of Supernatural never failed to pull their resources to fervently support the school. They knew quite well that the survival of the school was entirely dependent on their support. Well, like most public schools or schools in general, the issue of bullying was a disturbing factor. The annoying fact was that bullying didn't end in elementary school alone. And in Woodhidge high, the bullies seemed to be the werewolves. Most of them weren't ‘violent' but were bullies nonetheless. And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewolves still exist and their number were more than any other supernatural being, their organization has been nonexistent. Everyone seems to be on the look of his own interest, and the beauty of belonging to a pack has been long forgotten and replaced by the natural instinct to stay in the hiding and do what every species under the sun strive to keep doing—survive. Clenk Harris was that kid no one really wanted, even his parents would happily testify to that and on countless occasions, have attested to it. Clenk was capable of doing every bad thing possible and would do so with a smile on his face. Unlike most bullies, Clenk wasn't a dumb student at all, he was quite studious and even put a lot of efforts towards his studies. He had one outstanding problem, and that was simply him being a very mean person. His other vices all came from that. He wasn't the kind of a bully that had friends around him, I guess he was just too mean to find someone like him. People did their best to avoid him because it would always be in the best of your interest to do so. It didn't matter if you were young or old, staying away from Clenk Harris was always a necessity. Unfortunately for me, I hadn't gotten that much information about Clenk—though I would have done what I did anyway. Just as I headed home that Thursday, I picked up a sound, like muffled crying of a teenage boy. At a lonely corner few blocks from the school, was Clenk hammering on Alex—the boy who had brought us bread as welcome gift. “Ok, that's enough.” I said, doing my best to act tough. I didn't do a very good job.Clenk slowly stood from on top of Alex, who had received some blows on his face already. Clenk stared at me, and grinned, it was almost as if he couldn't decide how he would beat me. “You must think you are tough, you little bastard.” He said as licking his lips so hard that one would wonder if he planned to peel his skin. I remained unmoved and refused to say one a word—for some reason, my brain told me I'll look tough if I remained mute. It felt stupid and though he acted like someone who didn't live in this world, I doubted if he would actually hit me. Nah, he wouldn't.Well, I was wrong. Clenk launched at me so quickly I didn't know when I landed on the ground. I began to wonder whether it was my own fear or the hard blow I got on my chest. Whatever it was, it got me to the ground real quick. In a flash, I was on my feet and, well, back to the ground again as he kicked me in the nuts. I yelled. “I don't know you but you are pathetic.”Now that feeling came. Like a wind from a distance, it hit me and the feeling was weirdly familiar. It wasn't unusual for me to feel this way. It was something that had always happened to me when I was angry or nervous. It seemed like a part of me was hidden and I was feeling it....but then like sand covering the little ray of light that snuck into a rabbit's hole, it would go. And I would always feel empty.The only difference was I also had to endure the punches I received from Clenk with the emptiness. “Oh, what is this? Some sort of joke? You are pathetic.” Clenk ranted as he held my wrist firmly and examined my bracelet that shone brightly. “Take it off or I will take it off myself...along with your stupid arm.” Clenk threatened as he pulled he tried to pull the bracelet in vain, only succeeding in bruising my arm. “You little piece of trash.” Alex, who had finally gotten to his feet, yelled furiously as he charged at Clenk. Well, it was a cute act and his ten seconds of bravery lasted till he got to Clenk. And had his face nose broken with one quick blow to his nose. It was so annoying watching Clenk enjoy himself. What was even more annoying was the fact that people saw what was happening and no one seemed to care. It was beyond being absurd. People in Woodhidge were very different. Very. It was quite funny the way they took the ‘minding your business' policy through all the levels. People passed and only a few bothered to even look at us at all. There was an open case of bullying happening before their faces and no one seemed to care. This was just one more indication that Woodhidge wasn't your ordinary town.“Uh, look at you both, all tired and exhausted. I'm almost feeling sad because I haven't even started.”“I'm afraid fun time is over, run along before it gets embarrassing for you.” A guy my age said as he walked towards where we being bullied by Clenk.“It would be a rainy day in hell before I let anyone push me around.” Clenk yelled, though fear was obviously in his voice. “I guess it's pouring down in hell because you are walking away like the scumbag you are.”“Who do you think you are? You being the last of your kind doesn't mean anything.”“Get out!” The mystery guy yelled and his both of his eye balls glowed of fire....no, they became blames. “None of you morons are worth my time anyway.” Clenk boasted as he walked away, earnestly convincing his little mind that he didn't just have a taste of his own medicine. The guy whose eyes had turned to flames helped us both to out feet, and we thanked him for helping. Yeah, it was weird moment but that was okay, we were in a weird town.“No, it's nothing, I try to stop him anytime I can, especially since the whole of this town care about nothing.” The weredragon who had saved me from a beating said.“Thought I was the only one who noticed that.”We spoke and then went our respective ways. I didn't know whether I should see it as a bad thing or not, but throughout the time I spoke with him, my bracelet kept glowing...more brightly than it had ever done before.DAMON I liked Evelyn. I really liked her. She was decently tall, had very smooth milky skin and wonderful eyes. She was a very attractive woman and was single so I wondered what was stopping me from asking her out. Yes, she just moved into town and it would appear like I was pushing things but that was the world we lived in, everything happened fast. “I say you go for it, what's the worst thing that could happen? She would shun you?” said Mason, as I told him of my plans to ask Evelyn out on a ‘date'.“Well that's bad enough, not everyone's like you who ask everything in a skirt out.”Mason laughed and shrugged repeatedly. “There's no denying that.”I suddenly remembered the last time I fell in love. It was with Angela, the lady whom I thought I would spend my entire life with. The lady I was so confident was my soulmate, my other half, my wholeness. She was the last person I was in a relationship with, and when she broke out of my life, I almost died. Maybe I did, at the very least
TILDA So George had asked me out and I said yes! It wasn't like we would start dating immediately...or at all. He had come to me and said he really liked me and would love us to get closer. George was very handsome, what was the risk in it? I said ‘yes', and that meant I would go out on a date with him. But that was all, I didn't think it was wise to jump into anything, no matter how good looking the person was.When he walked up to me that day, telling me he had feelings for me, I was so surprised. George and I weren't close and I had known him my whole life, we were just friendly and never really said anything beyond occasional hellos. It felt really random—so out of nowhere, but I was flattered nonetheless. Every girl in Woodhidge would be flattered if George spoke to them the way he did to me.George was quite popular in the town. Every girl wanted him. I couldn't say my mind hadn't thought crazy things about George and I felt it was normal. He was very goodlooking, even more sex
LUCAS So George and I had were getting closer and I found him to be quite a cool person. It seemed to me that he would be my closest friend in this town, however, as life had it to be, I might end up not really liking George anymore.It was selfish. I wasn't disputing that, but then, it was how I felt and I couldn't fake it. I couldn't deny it. The issue was quite plain; he loved Tilda and I was pretty positive that I really liked her too. And he had told me he went on a date with Tilda, and as he spoke, I felt like punching him in the face. I didn't want to hear any of it, nothing even a goddamn word. He kept—excitedly, mind you—tellingme how he had fallen in love with her.I knew it was cynical to feel the way I was feeling but if I was being sincere, I couldn't help myself. I guess that was what happened when you really liked a girl. I guess what annoyed me was that George had only asked her out a few days ago...if only I had been quicker. And while I was happy for George, I could
DAMON You know, it's only during our most trying times we know how strong we are. It is only during such times we can see how we can react to certain things. Everytime I have a heartbreak, I realise that I'm way softer than I would like to admit, I begin to see that I tend to not control my emotions as well as I should.What's actually ‘funny’ in this case is I don't know why I should feel heartbroken at all. In the past when I had had my heart broken, I could understand why my feelings were hurt. I could understand why I felt like the world had nothing for me...but that was actually understandable as going through a break-up wasn't easy especially when the relationship was very serious.In the case of Evelyn, I don't get it at all. She had never told me she liked me, she had never told me I was even someone she could hook-up with. Hell, I wasn't sure she liked me neither did I know if there was still someone she liked. Yes, we were about to have a moment—which I initiated—but that d
EVELYN I have been quite unsettled for a while and it was no doubt that the ‘drama’ I had with Damon was the cause, or at the least, a part of it. I prided myself to be one of good reason, whether that was true or not, it was something I had always said in favour of myself. Well, as it happens to be, I doubt I am of one good anything anymore.To say I was insulted by Damon's act was an understatement, I was mortified. However, while I felt very insulted, I didn't feel he insulted me in any way. It didn't make sense to the ears but I felt it, and so, it was real. I wasn't mad at Damon for kissing me, not even a little bit. Hell, I went into his house that day half expecting that. And when he held me, a sort of feeling that I didn't know existed engulfed me, after many years of not being in a relationship, it was so surprising that I could feel that way. That I could feel that heat that burned fiercely, violently, forcefully...yet, I wanted it to consume me wholly.Oh, how his body tre
EVELYN I hadn't gotten used to the fact that Declan hadn't aged one bit. He still looked like he was in his twenties..and that was particularly annoying cause he was old enough to be my great-grandfather. I knew he was about three hundred years old but it was shocking nonetheless to see him unchanged when I was far from the person I was.“Evelyn, I have two things to discuss with you about.” He said, his voice as gentle as ever.“Two things? Shoot.”He began to speak. He said firstly he wanted to talk to me about Lucas and the second was about ‘us'.Us? What the hell did that mean?He said he was interested to know why Lucas couldn't use his powers. It was disturbing to him to know that Lucas couldn't use magic at all even though he came from a family that had powerful magic. He stated that he was simply concerned about it because he knew that many sorcerers in the modern day, couldn't use their powers.“Of course, Lucas has magic, it's more about an issue of choice, I really don't l
LUCAS I had never had sex. Like never. Now, this didn't bother me but I was however very curious on how it would feel. I mean, I'm sure I have an idea or two, courtesy of porn videos and friends’ testimonials, but I would really love to have it myself. To get to know how it feels first hand.Of course I was very much aware that when it came to things like sex, waiting was never a bad idea. People that involved in premature sex often regretted it later as the mind has to be just as prepared as the body...and more often than not, the body matured first.I didn't, however, see myself as too young to engage in sexual activities. I was sixteen and in all of my years, I had never heard a certain age that was set for people to have sex...as long as it was consensual and not between an adult and a minor, it was fine. I wasn't in any way worried that I would get laid late and would be seen as a weirdo or anything like that. It was more like a genuine concern or simply my curious mind doing wh
LUCASMrs Haughter seemed to know a lot about the ‘bond bracelet’. What was funny was that I didn't know it was called a bond bracelet, well, it had been on me for only sixteen years.She had very shocking things to say about the bracelet. Things that made me see my mother as one big liar. That was the shocking bit though. I knew my mother had been lying about something, I knew that since I was little. She wasn't a very good liar so I had caught her lies on several occasions.The story my Mum told me when I was little was that my father was a soldier who went to war in a foreign country but was killed in battle. I bought that story till I was eleven...and at that point I had began to reason a little more. If my Dad was a war hero, why didn't I have videos, pictures or anything that would make me know that he existed. With all these in my mind, I had challenged my mother. I had demanded for honest answers because her story had many holes which she had tried to cover. It didn't work.Wh