I looked down at myself - my clothes had been torn during the squabble, I was a bloodied mess, there was a dead man whom I’d killed lying in the middle of my room, and I had only a few minutes until Damon walked in. What the hell was he doing here?I had only a second to think before making a decision. I ran out of my room, bumping into him. He caught me right before I went crashing on the floor for the hundredth time today.His expression switched as he took in my appearance which I was sure was worse than I’d thought, I was aching all over and my head was furiously banging.“Who did this to you?” He asked with murderous intent in his eyes as he scanned the damage done to me.Is this the point where I tell him the bastard was currently lying dead in my room and I'd been the one who'd killed him in cold blood, and I'd do it over and over again? Probably not.I shook my head, wiggling my fingers.He gently placed a hand on my shoulder. “Who did this Alena?” He asked in a soft, pained v

Whispers swept through the crowd at the stranger’s presence, and I knew from the corner of my eye when the warriors drew their blades from its sheath that they could all perceive his scent.Damon’s hand reached out to me and he took a step forward protectively placing me behind him.“A vampire?” My dad growled. Alex immediately sprung to action, he hurriedly made his way towards where we were, trying to push past the sea of bodies below.The man’s eyes didn't leave mine and I stood too frozen to speak. I had anticipated this but now that it was happening, I had no idea what to do, he knew partly what I was and I knew he was going to say something and I would be damned if I let the Dark Moon pack publicly execute me again.“I came here to see the Luna, why? Is that not allowed?” He asked.“Damon!” I let out an ear-piercing cry as I grabbed onto him shaking with fear.He pulled me close wrapping his arms around me protectively, letting his body swallow mine as he used himself as a shiel

The room was almost dark except for the small rays of sunlight that streamed in through the tiny window above. My hands found the light switch by the door and I switched it on and immediately bright lights filled the space.The room was pristine as though it was still in use, and it probably was. I walked further into it, it was quite big for an attic. Boxes were stacked on top of one another and in the corner of the room was a baby crib, my heart clenched - it must have belonged to the baby that had died too.Whoever had cursed Aria and the baby must have held a strong grudge against Damon, a curse this strong took years to prepare. It was why I knew my mother had nothing to do with it, we stayed away from the werewolves and they did the same, she was too busy with her own business to bother with anyone else's, and also, my mother wouldn't hurt anyone. I could swear on my life about that.“Now let's see what this holds,” I said, bringing down one of the boxes, I opened it and saw it

Wild, Dirty Sins“Are you okay?” I asked him for the hundredth time and like before, Damon simply nodded with his eyes glued to the book in his hands, his legs crossed. I knew he wasn’t reading it because for the past minutes, he was still on the same page he’d been on.Whatever was wrong with him, I knew for certain had to do with the visit of the bloodied man that had left. I had tried eavesdropping on them but the walls were thick, and all I could hear was the hum of their voices as they spoke.What had they spoken about? What had led to the fight? From what I’ve seen, Damon was a dangerously calm person, he didn’t like to get his hands dirty, and he avoided violence. So what in the world had his visitor said to him to provoke him in that manner?I patted the towel on my hair to dry it up before climbing on top of the bed where I laid and simply watched him.“You should go to sleep.” He said, finally turning over to the next page.“You should too.”He looked up at me for a few seco

The room I woke up in was a large, beautifully decorated one. The bed was soft and had a feathery feel to it, I felt myself sink into it further for comfort as I hugged the pillow closer, it was only after a few seconds had gone by did I shoot up, remembering where I was and what had happened.And as soon as I’d jumped down from the bed, aunt Aurora walked in with a small tray in hand.She dropped the tray that contained broth in a small bowl on the stool in front of me. “It’s for the headache.” She said just as immediately, I felt a splitting headache, and I cradled my head.“Go on,” She urged, nodding at the broth soup. “What did you put in it? Something to make me sleep longer this time?” I asked snarkily.She sighed. “I’m sorry about that, Eliana, but I had no choice. I couldn't let you walk away just like that. I didn't know if I was ever going to see you if you had walked out through that door.”I said nothing and simply massaged the side of my head. It was still daylight outsi