Chapter Twenty-Eight. Nicholas's POV. (Totally unedited) There is a dim, radiating off of me, and I cannot be sure as to why I am feeling that way. It has become too much that I am trying my best to push it away, but it seem not to leave. I can't tell whose emotion it is, but strongly it resides in my dead heart, weighing on it that it could be subjected as pain. It is morning, and I am in the elevator to my office room. My head is down, my powers searching from where the dull sensation comes from. To be honest, I, too, find it hard to focus. My mind has been fixated on Cole Hunter, trying to figure out what he is planning for us, the Vampires. He would get us angry, and when that happens, it would take a great troll on the Hunters. As he has said, we are a dead creature, so obviously, it's the living who's got more blood to share, as that is what every war demands, and this is what he is rumbling. When the door dings and I get out, walking on my way to my office, I get my t
Chapter Twenty-Nine.Nicholas's POV.Yes! It is now evening. As the predator that we are, Hillary and I have stayed up the woods, having surveyed every part of it. A few hours ago, we heard the Hunters arrive. Some of their men, actually, but when I sensed their aura, I can tell these are highly trained. To be honest, it didn't scare me, not even an inch. Hillary and I have been checking up on them, watching as they think they are hiding, surveying the woods, too, and surrounding it. We know every hidden places some of them has stayed. And the funniest part of it all is that they think they are alone here, the smart one here, and the one who's one step ahead. As I have said before, Hunters are just an advanced human...unfortunately, yes, blessed with paranormal powers. They deserve it not. They earned it not. All they do is want to either kill us, Vampires, or the Werewolves. One can say that is why for the past centuries of years, Werewolves haven't shown their faces. I can't even
Chapter Thirty. Nicholas's POV. The sane Hillary in media. We are back to my house. I am sure that in less than an hour later, Anastasia would be home, and it would be surprising if she sees me, because she wouldn't be expecting it. Hillary is with me. I go to a hidden bar in the library room, having pressed a password button to shuffle it out into the open, and take out two blood bags of AB+ blood group. I pass one to Hillary and cut mine and drink right away from the sachet. N "You don't even have the courtesy to get a glass cup to drink from." He is not lecturing me. He is definitely not. Not the sarcasm. "Stop it." I laugh and look away, and he joins in. He pauses for a minute before he talks, "what you did in the woods, I am proud of you. It's great that you didn't kill all those men. You're being a changed Vampire, you know. And I meant changing for the better, please." He rolls his eyes, knowing I wanted to interject his words earlier. "You caught me. And did you ju
Chapter Thirty-One. Anastasia's POV. Have you ever been so shocked that you couldn't even take notice of what you so badly want to? I mean I can see his dick, dangling in between his leg like some BBC, which I would rather change to BWC, as judging from his skin complexion, but because of my shock, I couldn't even check it well. If this was in a movie, I'd be insulting the lady for having overreacted. However, in reality, it isn't any better. But, regardless, I can say that that penis was huge...and wait, oh, my.... I can see it now. I am staring into it. How did I get here? A quick reverse, please: I got tired at some point. Those paperworks are so killing that I regretted having suggested that I helped Olivia with it. She had looked like she could handle it, but I just wanted to occupy myself with something and because of that, I put myself in a lot of work. So, when Olivia told me that the kids' driver called her that the kids would soon be home, I hurried to leave the of
Chapter Thirty-Two Anastasia's POV. I am not going to be myself for weeks. I haven't talked that much to the kids and thankfully, it seem they have just gotten a new playstation, so they have been in their room, testing it out. Nicholas hasn't come out, too, so I guess, I am still fine as it is. I am in the kitchen and I am preparing us dinner. It would be lasagna with salmon fish, sprinkled into it. I am trying to make it just as my mom used to with her recipe. I hope the kids and Nicholas, himself likes it. I have been talking to Kira since the past few minutes since I began cooking. She has whispered to me that she was present at what happened earlier, which I can't even say. It brings back the memory afresh and that is why I have said I won't be myself for weeks. It's crazy enough that it happened with my boss, but that Kira caught us, too? That's much crazier. She has whispered to me that I may not have seen Nicholas's facial expression due to my shock, but that he has
Chapter Thirty-Three. Anastasia's POV. (Totally unedited) As he said, I haven't laid my eyes on him for the past two weeks. Yes, a whole whooping two weeks. But then, he had called it some business meeting he needed to attend. Olivia has been with me in the house for the past two weeks. About the kids, Nicholas took them along, saying he needed to take them on a tour, after all. Tonight, there will be a ball party sponsored by Eclipse Publishing company and I am still surprised by the fact that its CEO isn't around to celebrate with us. Funny enough, just before Nicholas left, I understood the lists I was helping Olivia with. New staffs have been hired, having had some of the old ones fired, where Sebastian Hunter was amongst. I used to wonder why I haven't been seeing him lately, but since of recent, I now do understand. I could have called his contact, but what if I say I am fazed by his actions. I do want to talk to him, but at the same time, I have this feeling pulling m
Chapter Thirty-Four.Anastasia's POV.Another shot settles down my throat, and I close my eyes once again, tightly shut. This sensation, I mean it, isn't getting better with each shot I take. It only continues to burn my inside. My stomach feels so warm now, and just a few minutes ago, Olivia stops me from drinking more. She said something that I can't really recall, but of like, "don't drink anymore, or you would have a really bad stomachache." I didn't listen to her, though, and now, I feel really uncomfortable. I wish I was indoor, and I could take off my clothes. It's as though there's a heater turned on here. "Thanks," I say to Gregor, as he goes to get me a bottle of cold water. He said it'll help with my dizziness. Dizziness? I don't feel dizzy, but I don't have the urge to argue with him.By the way, he's still standing at the other side of the booth, watching me with calculating eyes. Olivia, on the other hand, has left few minutes ago to check if the ballroom isn't as cro
Chapter Thirty-Five. Anastasia's POV. The more seconds that passes by, the more I wish Sebastian Hunter has started explaining stuffs to me. This is exactly what is called fantasy come true. It feels like a dream to me, but this time, I don't want to wake. Furthermore, I want this to be true. I want it real that Vampires actually exist. That Hunters, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards actually exist. Yes, it's crazy but it is fascinating as a fantasy genre author to see their imagination come through. It's crazy how before my parents died, I used to live in that dream to excite my life, but now, after they're gone, everything's changed and it's now a reality. I listen to Sebastian Hunter. "There is so much that Human beings don't know, that they have forgotten, that they are blinded towards, and yes, you are included, but I can't just hide it away from you. I don't know why, but you're different, Ana and for that, I am telling you this." He gulps, taking a pause, "what you Humans