It is with great horror that the echo of the voice of a woman comes traveling from the direction that the man with the hoody has disappeared into. The very first thought that sets to mind is that Roberto has revealed himself. I can only envision the chaos that is set to break loose at any moment.Now, this is not the place to have a battle; there are hundreds of masses. The sights of the Square lions, the Statues, and the Fountains, make Trafalgar Square an absolute popular place for tourists.So we find ourselves heading in the southwest direction. There ahead of us is a crowd that appears to be a tourist group that moves from location to location around the city. It is this very direction and the same group where the hooded man has made his entrance. With steps that are haste and a somewhat nagging feeling, we follow the same way.I shall not lie, but there is a dread of doom that settles over my body, something bad is about to happen. I am not prepared to tak

I am dropping into an abyss of darkness, freefalling into a pit of despair. They say that your life flashes before your eyes when you stare death into the eyes…well, that is BULLSHIT. The only thing flashing in front of these eyes is the fury that I am feeling as a fire sets course from my core to every corner of my body.Now which is worst is yet to be seen, the fact that the man tried to shoot my brother or that he then instead shot me. Well, I did, after all, jump in front of the bullet, and that was my first fatal mistake. But as I said, I will do anything to protect Roberto, even from these Hunters.But that is the least of my problems, for I am staring death in the eyes, though that is what I thought, for I was shot with a silver bullet that pierced my heart right in the middle where it matters the most.But I am not dead, I am in agonizing pain, and I can hear the deafening screams of Anastasia next to me as she takes me in her gentle arms. Her bod

It is with great horror that I see my beloved being dragged from the car by a sea of hungry, soulless monsters with only but the intention of feasting on her flesh. Yet, as I watch in horror and am about the exit from my side, I have Connor pulling me back."They are taking her to Roberto," then for a brief moment, he hesitates, but he speaks again, "He seems to want to play a game with you."Well, this does bring me back to our childhood days where he always uses to taunt me, but the purpose of what will this be, "Does the man even know that it is me?""No, but he knows who he is up against.""You do sound so reassuring. I am starting to think that you too, just as Edward loves being the bearer of bad news. Now let us go ask this damn Alatar where they are off to."Then from behind me, Ethan speaks, "Why don't we just follow them?"I turn around to face him with utmost annoyance in the tone of my voice, "And you are just one bright star, ar

If the pitch of the night was not enough, the darkness in my heart has just grown. Not only has the weather turned itself foul again, but we find ourselves in the depths between the dead. With feet that are drenched in mud and clothes sticking to our backs, one annoying woman complaining that she is getting wet, we are making our way, trying not to be seen. Yet, something tells me that our presence was known before we even brought the car to a halt. So venturing towards the spawn that our dear Bride of Hell has let loose, we all are playing this battle in our heads.Now, it shall only be me and Zachariah that will try to fend off the Vampires, for I have no idea what this woman's intention is. What she is capable of doing, that I do not know, but I am sure she can use all that evil inside of her to bring these monsters down.And down is what we all are doing at the very present, as each one of us takes shelter behind a tombstone. My question here is, whom are we foolin

We have won another battle.And we have Roberto back.But what it has left is the sense that there will always be Evil, The Darkness, something lurking in the corner.I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment, and making the best of it without knowing what's going to happen next.Why did I not learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future. The truth is that unless you let go unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted for having wanted to be wanted. It confuses y