*** I woke up much later with a splitting head. My neck hurt badly, and I realized she had dislocated our necks. I stood up gently and turned to find Solomon. He was leaning against a wall, probably waiting for me to wake. When I moved, he leaned off the wall and walked to me. He squatted and faced me. "What was that all about?" he asked. I massaged my forehead with my fingers. My head still pounded slowly, and I winced once to acknowledge the pain. "I do not know, brother," I replied. "But I feel many people do not like us anymore." "We are monsters, Desmond. What did you expect?" He asked rhetorically. I looked at him, clearly not happy with the statement. We were not turned to this willingly. We had been forced to be turned into the monsters that we were today. "You know it was not our fault," I pointed out. Solomon bit his lower lip and looked away. It looked like he was hiding something. I reached into his head, and he blocked me out. Something was definitely wrong. "Is

"I cannot believe I am seeing you here," she said.   I clenched my jaws and smiled back. Javicia could be so dangerous when she wanted to be. To this day, she was the only witch that had managed to defeat us so quickly. That was in 1465, and I felt that we would be more robust now and had a vast knowledge of experience from her kind.   "Honestly, I forgot about you," I confessed.   I wasn't lying. It was a one-night stand, and I had disappeared from Liverpool after that. I never wanted her to see me again. I didn't know she would still be interested in me till now. That was over six hundred years ago. She raised an eyebrow at me as she heard that.   "Ouch. That hurts," she said, holding her chest. &nb

Zack roared and ran towards Javicia. He jumped up and decided to swing his claws at her cheek, but he was waved away. He flew and smashed his back on a tree. He groaned in pain and tried to stand up but couldn't. He had been bettered by Javicia again. Javicia turned and looked at me with a smile.   She walked towards me with the smile still on. I clenched my jaws and zoomed toward her. She waved her hand and flung me away. I landed on the snow-coated lawn roughly and winced in pain. I gritted my teeth and stood up again. I couldn't let her near Hope. If she ever got near her, it would be disastrous.   I zoomed toward her again. This time she grabbed me by the throat and raised me. I held her hand, struggling to get free. She smiled again and flung me away. I landed again on the snow. I turned to Zack, and he was still laying by the t

*** Hope was seated on the couch with me. We had just returned from a tiring day at school. I attended gym class, and we played soccer this time. I was new to that sport and needed time to adapt. The whole training, I was making bad passes, and the coach told him to learn how to play by the next class, or I would be on the bench. I looked at Hope. She was tired and weak. She began to look leaner too. I was very worried about her. She needed to eat for the baby. The little she ate was what the baby was eating too. She had to learn to eat for two. She had to learn to care for the baby, or she would get a miscarriage. I knew how much that would hurt her soul. She wanted a baby for me. She wanted to start a family with me. I had convinced her it was impossible, but it somehow became possible. I still couldn't understand how I couldn't get all the other girls I had slept with in the past pregnant. Why was it her? What was so special about this Hope that I didn't know about? "You look t

It was relieving that Javicia was out of the picture, but I still couldn't sit back and let my guard down. We had burnt her body afterward, courtesy of a magic fire from Jocelyn. I had watched her corpse burn to ashes. I didn't want her back or near my child. It was too much of a risk to take. She was finally out of the picture, and I was grateful. The pain and worries she had caused me when she was alive were excruciating. She had given me nightmares, she had tried to hurt Hope, and she had hurt me plenty of times. She had wanted me for herself. She wanted to make me hers. However, I couldn't blame her because I was the one that flirted with her first. I was surprised at her long-lasting interest in me. It was a huge surprise that I didn't expect. It was just a one-night stand for me, and I thought she thought the same. She had kept her feelings for me for over six hundred years. Sometimes she would think about me in a coffin because that was where she usually hibernated. There wo