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

"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

“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

"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

"Not really, I just tricked you so you'd come upstairs," he said with a mischievous grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with desire. "Oh really, I know that smile," Vivian said, her laughter light and carefree, her eyes shining with amusement. Chriswell moved closer to her and locked his arms around her waist, his body radiating heat. "Why don't you follow me, let's have a hot bath together?" he said, his breath warm against her ear, before he pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Vivian kissed him back eagerly, her heart racing with excitement. "Wow, it seems someone is in the mood. Where did you even catch a cold?" she said, looking at him suspiciously, her eyes narrowing in playful teasing. Sergeant Chriswell smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners, before he lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. As Vivian was being carried, she couldn't help but glance at the window once more, hoping to see any sign of Damian, but there wasn't any. "