Amara's pov A full moon rose above the pitch-black clouds illuminating the skies and casting its light against the darkness just as it reflected on Cora's fur.The wind blew softly against her caressing her fur as well as causing the tree branches to rustle which was the only sound that could be heard as it blew through the forest.We were being followed. I could feel it. My statement wasn't a result of paranoia or anything. It was a fact, one which I have known ever since my sixteenth birthday and for five years now he followed me. I knew. I had kept it a secret.I'd always wonder if he was who I thought he was, a vampire for sure, the blood gave him away.But was he actually who I thought he was? Was he Ares? He always left clues that he was watching me and my every move.I had always searched hoping to catch a glimpse of hair as blonde as mine or something else that I noticed a long time ago which would convince me that it was him but I had nothing.I was pulled f

Amara's pov I could feel my guts tighten as I stood rooted to my spot. The sound of the sword swishing through the air came first and a strangled cry like that of a wounded beast was the last thing I heard before being splattered with his blood.My hands laid limp by my sides. My senses numbing as I stared down at myself. My pink leotard was marred crimson by the abominable liquid, my exposed arms and legs all covered in blood and suddenly the ache I felt in my neck from being strangled earlier was forgotten. I was somewhat glad that I hadn't worn my favorite red leotard, I couldn't imagine it being soaked in blood.My gaze traveled to the stiff remains of the creature. Its red wings were faltered and dull, and my heart ached as red was my favorite color. Blood pooled from the headless body staining the white tiling of the balcony and the evening sun rays had chosen that time to cast its light on the dead. Its head had rolled a few paces away from it. Its dark eyes, darker

Amara's pov"Don't pop it!" Rose swatted my hands which I had placed before me. My phone which I held for reflection purposes fell to my lap but the other hand still somewhat hovered before my face, my fingers etched to carry out my original intent.I ignored her words and pulled my fingers closer to my face lightly grazing the swollen whitish-headed bump, "Don't!" She hit my hand and I gave up this time with a sigh escaping my lips and my hand joining the other on my lap."They shouldn't be popped, Amara." She leaned back against the car seat, "They will leave scars on your face, and you know, multiply." She said her last statement gesturing at her face trying to make me see her scars and more Zits popping up.But that didn't matter to me, I had them too. Despite the general knowledge that bursting them is bad, I still couldn't resist the urge to pop a ripe-headed zit on my face, and ugh! The satisfaction that came with it was terrific. I gave her a slight pinch on the arm befor

Amara's Pov"No one wears a rose in their hair to a club!" My best friend stepped away from me with her face morphed into a frown and her hands crossed over her chest."What can I say? I am a trendsetter." I stood from the dresser's seat and placed myself before the mirror to admire my outfit. My hair was worn down as per Rose's preference and I still had my signature red rose stuck in my locs. My face wasn't made up just like that of my best friend as trying to spread the foundation on a face with acne didn't go well all the time. So we settled for smoky-lined eyes, mascara and matching red lipstick.On my neck were my usual neck pieces which were a locket that had my parents, eros, and I's picture in it, the customized necklace from Liam, and the half heart necklaces that Rose and I shared.I had on a red dress. It was a body con dress that gave a little bit of cleavage and stopped mid-thigh where my black net stockings began. The dress clunge to every bit of me and I st

Amara's povIt was already known that I was never one to follow instructions and following instructions wasn't something I was going to start overnight by listening to a 'stop.following.me.' from a certain charming and grumpy stranger. Now, can we find our way back and forget about him? Cora had said immediately he went off but I did the opposite as expected.I had broken off the damaged heels from my shoes, wore them as flats, wiped my hands across my face, and sped after him but not before checking to see if the hooker was still alive and thankfully she was. She even got on her feet and said nothing to me before walking off being happy with her pay.It is not too late to turn back! Cora repeated and I rolled my eyes.Do you not at least find him half as interesting as I do? I grunted at her and she stomped in my head, "Oww!"I do not! She stomped harder and I blocked her out. My gaze shifted back to Mr grump who wasn't surprised that I had caught up with him. H