The scent of something roasting above a fire wafted into Maris' nose and prompted her to open the windows to her soul. The exact words her mother used whenever Maris had itchy eyes as a kid and needed some eye drops.Her vision wasn't clear at first then later, it did and she widened her eyes when she couldn't recognize where she was. The room wasn't the same size as Sanna's, but it was just okay and painted in green. She turned to the right and jolted as their eyes locked on like magnets, four pairs of eyes blinked in unison. There was an alertness in her eyes as she narrowed them into crinkled slits and primed her lips."Where am I?" She asked him, but he got up and disappeared out of the room. "Tristan!"The exclamation sent a wave of headache to hit her hard on the head and she winced, nursing her head with her right hand. The moment she caught sight of the identification, according to what her mother said–she screwed her eyes tight and la

DraculaHe waited impatiently by the window for his new follower to arrive with good news or with the demon host. There was a knock on the door and Dracula zoomed to his chair, he couldn't risk to look uncool. He sat and reclined in the chair, plastering his elbows on the arm rests and clasping his palms together so he could raise them to his face. "Come." The handle twisted, but it didn't open so he rolled his eyes and groaned before going to unlock the door. He walked back to his seat and interlocked his fingers on his stomach as he studied the person with hooded eyes. Curiosity bubbled and nudged him to ask a certain question. "Why are you always dressed in a coat, minion?" Dracula scrutinized the follower from head to toe, not getting a proper look at the face of the mystery person. Well, not so mystery to him. "So they wouldn't know it's me, sir." Answered the minion. "Whatev

 Maris' heart almost flew out her chest when she jerked, but she held her chest and prevented that."I can explain." Maris sprang up to her feet, holding up her hands in a surrendering manner the moment she and Sanna locked gazes. "I'm not here to kill-" Maris was halted in her tracks because Sanna unexpectedly pulled her in for a hug, saying, "I missed you."Firstly, Maris' body was stiff and her hands hung lazily beside her body. Slowly, after blinking a couple times, she hugged Sanna back. It felt as if Sanna was the big sister she never had, Sanna had this aura of maturity that always hovered above her head. After they pulled out of the hug, Maris choked on a laugh and Sanna squinted an eye at her. "What's funny?" Sanna rested her hands on her waist and cocked her head to one side. "I was thinking you'd hate me for what my so called kind did to you. I don't even know how to feel after the shocking

"Kill the witch!" A man with jet black hair exclaimed and they charged towards her. Maris turned to run away, but there wasn't any luck on her side as she tripped on a stone and fell on her stomach, bruising her cheek. She laid on her butt and supported herself up with both her palms, flatly placed to the ground."No, I'm not a witch." She cried, eyes darting from one person to the other. She didn't know what to do. All that was spinning in her head was that she would die. Her heart pounded and her mouth went dry as she tried to crawl backwards on her butt away from them. "Please, I'm not here to harm you." Her voice seized and was now cracky. "Tell that to the devil in hell," said the woman that had shape shifted earlier through gritted teeth. "Logan!" Maris screamed, covering her face with her arms.The shape shifter raised a spear in attempt to push it through her chest, but something happened.

Memory lane...Azelbub's forestThe werewolf in their midst shook like he was having an intense seizure, his eyes rolled skyward and his fingers were curved into talons. All the cult members raised their hands to the sky, thinking it was normal.Maris stood behind the tree, staring at the eye candies in front of her. She held up her phone, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get paid for taking such pictures to the broadcasting house. Plus, their butts were attractive, round and molded from heaven. She thought of her butt and felt disappointed, it wasn't bigger than that of a ginger head man in the cult. Suddenly, she tapped the camera icon and focused the lens on the man in the middle who appeared to be the one they worshipped as they had bowed earlier on his arrival. Her thumb tapped on the shot button and the loud sound of her camera and flashlight gave her off. The werewolf gasped and gave up it's ghost, eyes al