EVELYN I have been quite unsettled for a while and it was no doubt that the ‘drama’ I had with Damon was the cause, or at the least, a part of it. I prided myself to be one of good reason, whether that was true or not, it was something I had always said in favour of myself. Well, as it happens to be, I doubt I am of one good anything anymore.To say I was insulted by Damon's act was an understatement, I was mortified. However, while I felt very insulted, I didn't feel he insulted me in any way. It didn't make sense to the ears but I felt it, and so, it was real. I wasn't mad at Damon for kissing me, not even a little bit. Hell, I went into his house that day half expecting that. And when he held me, a sort of feeling that I didn't know existed engulfed me, after many years of not being in a relationship, it was so surprising that I could feel that way. That I could feel that heat that burned fiercely, violently, forcefully...yet, I wanted it to consume me wholly.Oh, how his body tre

LUCAS I had never had sex. Like never. Now, this didn't bother me but I was however very curious on how it would feel. I mean, I'm sure I have an idea or two, courtesy of porn videos and friends’ testimonials, but I would really love to have it myself. To get to know how it feels first hand.Of course I was very much aware that when it came to things like sex, waiting was never a bad idea. People that involved in premature sex often regretted it later as the mind has to be just as prepared as the body...and more often than not, the body matured first.I didn't, however, see myself as too young to engage in sexual activities. I was sixteen and in all of my years, I had never heard a certain age that was set for people to have sex...as long as it was consensual and not between an adult and a minor, it was fine. I wasn't in any way worried that I would get laid late and would be seen as a weirdo or anything like that. It was more like a genuine concern or simply my curious mind doing wh

TILDAChanging for every werewolf meant different things. I mean, it was ideally the same thing but meant different things to every werewolf. To most it was a time they felt free, to some it was a time they felt more powerful, to some it was a time they felt like royalties, a time they felt special. Generally, changing was always a wonderful experience for werewolves.Well, not to me though. I wouldn't pretend that I didn't love the way the metamorphosis felt… though it was estatic. Even beyond that. I wouldn't lie that I didn't crave the power I felt whenever I changed. The feeling I always got wasn't something that could ever be expressed in words. But then it wasn't an issue of whether I felt good or not but rather an issue of control. A sort of tug between the wolf and the man.There were questions I had about the nature of werewolves and that was funny as I was one myself. Me being a werewolf didn't mean I understood the whole nature of werewolves. I didn't and I had many unansw

LUCASAfter I heard everything Mrs Haughter had to tell me that day, I decided against confronting my mother immediately. I didn't even act like I was angry though I was furious that strangers knew more about me than I myself. What made it more annoying was that some of the things I learnt from Mrs Haughter seemed to be common knowledge. It wasn't some sacred secret that only a few knew about. It was something I was certain literally every Supernatural knew about. It was another sunny morning and immediately after a heavy breakfast, I met my mother and asked directly to take the bracelet off my wrist.“Do you have a death wish? Haven't you learnt a thing...you know I can't, what's this all about?”“Cut the drama and the lies and everything now, I know everything, no thanks to you though.”“What are you talking about?”I began to tell her all I learnt from Mrs Haughter and Mun was unusually quiet. She just sat where she was and listened.“You believe a teacher you met a month ago ove

LUCAS George and I did discusssed in his home for over two hours. We talked about all the different way we go about getting the bracelet off my wrist. Apparently, George had no plan...he had one which involved him using dragon fire to melt the bracelet off me. We realised that that would only lead to me losing an arm, that would probably still have the bracelet around it.We talked and talked and talked. Nothing seemed to come out as a way to get the bracelet off me. I stared at the ugly looking thing around my wrist and it was almost like it was mockng me, telling me it was never getting off. It was done with magic but we didn't know anyone who could do powerful magic that could remove the bracelet. So far it seems my mother was way more powerful than all the magicians combined….no one could have a chance at removing it...it seemed.“Hell, why won't your Mum let you be who are? She is not doing you any good, doesn't she see this?”“I feel the same way too, but her brain processes th