Trisha’s P.O.V
“Damnit!” I threw aside another book that had a promising title but did not have what I needed!
I needed scandals and dirt on the Elders, not flowery words and love poems on their beauty! So yes, I was pissed off enough to throw around books that had hundreds of years of history, but I wasn’t a monster, so I instantly regretted my decision and ran after said book, picking it up from the floor and properly keeping them back in place after making sure I hadn't made any damages.
So far the only thing I had gathered was that the Council consisted of four members, three men and one woman. They were considered over ten thousand years in age and they were certainly not the first vampires, but…the last of the first? And there was more misinformation about the Elders than information, because the records kept varying from one data to another.
So not only was I angry, I was frustrated and exhausted and
Trisha’s P.O.VEverything is a lie.My life, my love…everything.I couldn’t tell the difference between reality and dreams and the more I thought, the more my head pounded, making me feel sick to my stomach.This wasn’t the first time that my life had turned upside down within a moment’s notice. But this was the first time in my life I wanted to question whatever divine power ruled the universe…why did they keep me alive?My entire town in the countryside had been slaughtered. No one had been left alive as the werewolves shred through the populace, splattering blood and guts on the walls and ending precious lives one by one like it didn’t mean anything. My precious little boy, my David, as well as my husband and my mother…they had all died a painful death as the wolves entered out house, breaking through concrete and used their sharp claws and fangs to rip everyone to shreds. I cle
Chapter 1: Trisha’s P.O.V: The first thing I noticed as I came to was that I was being suspended by my arms above my head. My arms were stretched up as they supported the weight of my entire body, my feet hanging above ground and the harshness of the rope against my skin was as unwelcome a perception as was the sensation of the absence of my clothes on my body. I could feel the gentle movement of air around my skin as if there wasn’t any thread of clothing left to prevent the chill. My nipples were pebbled hard and goose bumps appeared on my skin. I couldn’t feel anything else in the room, however. The air was dead silent, with the absence of any scents or movements that could help me figure out where I was. Which meant that I was either on a skyscraper, high enough that even my enhanced hearing couldn’t pick up any noises, or I was in an abandoned area somewhere far away from population which didn’t have enough buildings aro
Chapter 2: Trisha’s P.O.V: I woke up screaming in bed. The feeling of the sun scorching my skin was imprinted on my mind forever. It’s been a week since the incident at an abandoned farm on the outskirts of town. I don’t know what had happened after I’d past out from the excruciating pain, but the next time I’d opened my eyes, I’d been in a healing centre under constant surveillance. Turns out, I’d been out for two days, which for a vampire meant about as much as six months for any human. My flesh had healed relatively quickly, but the scars were now imprinted on my brain. That had been the purpose behind my punishment all along, to tech me a lesson I’ll never forget. But this? What Damien did to me was nothing more than ‘just a warning’. It was just the tip of the iceberg compared to what he could actually do to me. After all, no one dares oppose Damien Vandolff. And those who do, they’re simply wiped out of
Chapter 3: Trisha’s P.O.V: I burst out laughing, unable to keep my emotions in check. Erupting into a fit of giggles before it turned to a full out maniac laughter. Poor Zoey peaked from the kitchen to see if I was alright but I waved her away. Thankfully the girl took the hint and went right back to preparing breakfast for Neema. “Bring you Damien Vandolff?” I asked, after my laughter had subsided. “What am I supposed to do? Carry him on my back and hand him over to you? The man can teleport, Mr. Donovan, if you haven’t heard the news yet!” “I’m aware, Ms. Redfern,” his voice had turned serious. “Which is why I want you to meet me at Paradise International this afternoon, 1p.m on the dot, room no. 2101. Don’t be late, or you might regret it.” The phone went dead before I could say anything and I kept staring at the phone, speechless, for the next ten minutes. Helplessly, I shifted my gaze to t
Chapter 4: Trisha’s P.O.V: Paradise International was one of the largest hotels in the USA, though the world has changed considerably, this hotel has been standing here for the last four hundred years. The architecture was so brilliant that it still attracted thousands of tourists every year that simply came to adore it, even though they didn’t have the money to stay here. The beautifully curved archways, the statues of angels and Greek Goddesses and the hundreds of fountains both inside and outside the Hotel made it a tourist hotspot. The manager had finally taken pity on the poor travelers and now there were three sessions a day where a hundred tourists and architects were give a tour of the entire Hotel at an affordable rate. But I wasn’t here to admire the architecture. I was here for a far more valuable reason. I wore black jeans with a red spaghetti strap top and a black leather jacket on top of it, paired with
Chapter 5: Trisha’s P.O.V: My phone started ringing halfway through my way to the office. I picked it up without looking at the screen. “Hello?” “My office. 10 minutes.” Although the message was short and curt, there was no mistaking who it was from. That voice never softened, never lost its power. And even after everything he did to me, that voice still made a shiver run down my spine. I only realized how hard I was gripping the steering wheel when I felt the dents in the metal in the shape of my fingers. Throwing my phone on the passenger’s seat, I turned the car around and headed towards the Castle as fast as I could without running someone over. The guards let me through without checking my ID and my stomach twisted in knots. Damien was waiting for me. Once parked in front of the huge arched doorway to the castle, I took off my shades and placed them on the passenger’s seat. Taking a deep b
Chapter 6: Trisha’s P.O.V: I don’t get him. I really don’t get him! Damien is one of those people whom you’d spend your entire life trying to understand, but when you think you’d finally figured out how he works, he goes ahead and does something that’s completely out of character and you get thrown off balance yet again. But what’s more confusing is, why do I spend so much time trying to figure him out in the first place? Why even bother with such an arrogant, self-absorbent bastard who thinks he can make everything right between us by sleeping with Vandal’s daughter! Two centuries. We’ve been playing this cat and mouse game with each other since we first met almost two centuries ago. I know we can both feel this sexual tension between us, it’s a living, breathing entity. We’ve been attracted to each other since forever, I could see the hunger in his eyes, knew I felt the same in my bones. Over time, this attraction h
Chapter 7: Trisha’s P.O.V: I blinked several times to get adjusted to the blinding lights coming from in front of me as the bag was lifted from my head. But as soon as my eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, I began searching for Neema. He’d been ripped from my arms when those men had brought me inside a building. I’d been able to hear him near me, hear his heartbeat, until a few seconds ago. “The boy’s safe. You're the real threat here.” I instantly recognized Lucas’s voice. How could I not? No vampire had such a warm, husky voice. “I've agreed to help you.” I turned to face him on the other side of the desk from me. “I took a huge leap of faith coming here when Damien would've been the known enemy.You should've put more faith in me.” I motioned with my head at the two wolves at my back. Lucas narrowed his eyes at me, bright topaz rather than the hazel I’d seen earlier; but then the wolves at my back started