Davina's point of viewIt's been just a day since I have been on this ship. Right now I'm with Sara and we are on our way to the training room.   I really didn't expect that a large number of people on the ship would be interested in learning how to fight or at least knowing the basic defense skill.     Even some women who seem like they would rather be at the spa were here.     "Hi everyone" Sara echoed as we walked through the doors.     I was wearing my workout pant and a sportbra. I packed my hair up in a loosed ponytail.    It was dusk already and some minutes past six now. Just as usual, everyone paired up in two's and we continued from where we left off in the morning.    Sara and I paired up. Teaching the audience a basic defense technique, in defending oneself against an attack.    Sara played the role of the attacker, w

Cameron's point of view    A loud threatening knock came at the door.        Slowly we jerked out of bed. Davina and I moved to the door, not saying a thing. Then there was another knock which sounded danger.     'Two heartbeat. One is normal and the other is inconsistent, beating fiercely' I mouthed to Davina.     She nodded, "Who's there?" There was no response, a minute later a almost breathless voice sounded. I recognized it. It was the nosy neighbor.    "H-Hey Ina. It's me." Davina brows knitted into a worried frown. She too knew whatever was behind that door was trouble.    "I'm coming" My mate walked slowly to the door, while I backed away, hiding behind the door. Just in case. Whoever it was that brought trouble for my mate, well didn't pick the right time to come knocking.    Davina opened the door, and before she

Davina's point of view    I held the young girl in my arms. I could do nothing. Her wound was so deep and she was now unconscious. My eyes wandered on her bruised and bloody body.   I didn't need some sharman to tell me she's been abused. I had seen it many times when I was held by Nicholas. Her eyes were swollen, her busted lips, bruised skin. She was in an awful state. Suddenly I became angry and at the same time sad. I kept trying with my magic to save her life but she had lost too much blood. I wonder who's the bloody bastard that has hurt her like this, she was only a child. I felt bad and pissed, seeing her like this reminded me of myself.     Just then Cameron came to me. By the look of things he had probably caught the bastard that did this thing to her.      "I can't help her. Her injury is too deep that I can't heal her completely. She's dying"     "What?" Ca

Third person's point of view  The door of the his  chamber yanked open in a haste. Master Darwin aimfully stalked in alone, he halted his Vampire guards that tailed behind him allowing them only at the door.    As soon as the door behind shut close. He strode deeper into the chamber, grabbing a glass of red wine just as he liked it. Rich and spiced in human blood. It always tasted better like that. Letting his tongue delve in the tasty human blood.    "Well if you are done with that. I'll appreciate we get down to business now" Came a female muggy voice from behind.     "Don't do that again" Darwin coughed slightly, almost choking hard on his crimson drink.  He settled the glass back on the table, with a hand behind his black garment. His black long silky hair held in a long ponytail, having a round, almost white face looking nothing like an ancient two thousand year old Vampire. I

   Her breath was deep and shallow. Davina eyes scanned her surrounding. It was dark. She pushed herself up, standing on her bare feet. She could feel the light cut from her left foot. She took a look at her left foot, finding the lifeless stick that was idle in her feet. Without much hesitation, she pushed the torn out of her flesh. Now her full concentration was on her surrounding. She didn't recognize where she was. But that aside, Davina had more questions grazing her mind.    How on earth did she get here? She gave a thoughtful glance on her body and to a relief, she was as good as fine, that's if ignoring the dirt on her black tank top and the leaves that covered her hair. She could say she was damn glad it was dark and no bird had seen her in this mess or it could have mistook the mess on her head for a comfy nest.     Her blue eyes glanced up at the night sky, it was clear having no stars. The same question rang in