บททั้งหมดของ Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers.: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 47

"Night has come, Lizzy." She heard the youthful yet whiny voice of the male next to her.She resisted the nagging urge to roll her eyes. She had pacified herself about the disappearance of her Superior as a much needed break from bitterness, but it turned out there was not much sunshine at the end of the rainbow.Who knew Nicolas was so talkative? Elizabeth was happy to have such a sunny individual for a change around her but she spoke for anyone who had ever met Nicolas that…. He was way too sunny.There was always something to speak about when he was around. She wondered if he was well respected around Commoners with this relaxed attitude."We still have not found this Edwin Hoover. It is beginning to seem this sketch will not be of any use," Nicolas said, leaning against the wall.While Elizabeth was listening to him speak more about how tiring this was becoming she made sure to have wondering eyes. She had to say old people were more energetic than she thought. Thinking about how

The youthful man touched her light olive hand with tenderness and another one gripped her chin softly. "Mhm," she moaned quietly as a warm electric shock speared through her body at the contact. Vanilla and Strawberry mix attacked her senses, lowering all sense of fear and further turning her logical side into putty.She swallowed, darting her eyes from Nicolás to Sebastién in fear and anxiety. But the excited Nicolas did not take notice of that as he smiled happily at her."Let's dance Lizzy!"Elizabeth on the other hand was feeling stiff from having his hand on her chin. She hoped she once again was not red but she had a feeling she was."Lizzy?" The man said, his voice hoarse giving off the feeling of the crispness from a delicious meal.His expression gave off one of confusion, but any innocence that was present in his confused look was neutered by the dangerous humor in his green-red eyes.Her skin had run hot again while she tried to preserve her dignity by calling him to order

Back at the Rousseau Villa a white haired butler did his work efficiently.Wiping a glass cup in his hand he had a clear expression on his face as he focused immensely on his task. The cold wind chilled against his back and the eerie sound of the moving wind filled the room."I hear snakes have very sharp senses that they can basically taste air." A solemn voice said. "You will die."You will die. Those words were anything but new to the white haired butler. Having lived a secluded life, he was used to those words. An abomination to Earth Mother and everything her church stood for, he had found himself living a life that was away from others because he knew for his kind of person only death would await him if anyone was to discover his identity.The butler smiled. Oh did he hate sneaky rodents.He was accustomed to being cast to die, hell even the universe wanted him dead. Since a little age the universe itself wanted to murder him, after all being an abomination was a sin against th

009 was making his way to the bedroom, as he hit the blocked door the elderly man and the young female jolted in shock.Jaime sighed, his eyes looking down at the book in front of him. "The butler has failed to exterminate the enemy."Lady Constance turned to him with sharp eyes. "What shall we d—"The door was torn off it's hinges and slammed on the ground.Emerging from the counter, Jaime's eyes swirled a myriad of different colors. They bore holes into the Shadow that had entered the room as if daring it to attack again. Before 009 could register what was happening a chair flew towards him, to which 009 responded with a snarl and then it dispersed, and then re-materializing in duplicates of itself.Lady Constance immediately reacted by defending herself against a small group of duplicates that sprung an attack with hellbent conviction on eradicating her. She had grabbed the fireplace poker stick and was using it to diligently deflect all the blades that were seeking to impale him