Gustav's POVMy hope soared above all the doubts that once clouded my head. I jogged towards the doorway with thoughts of Iris nestled in my head. Ludovic was dead now. My only obstacle to finding Iris had been destroyed."Iris, I'm coming for you."I raised my hand to my face to shield it from the intensity of the light attacking my sight. It shone brighter than any light I had ever seen. I got through the doorway, into a room that had no length and breath. No height or depth. I couldn't see a wall or the ceiling. The room was as empty as the darkness I fought through.So much for the supernatural!"Welcome to the Loop, Gustav Leo." A distorted voice called from behind me. I swiveled to see who it was, but found no one. It was only a voice. The doorway was no where in sight, save a long stretch of white and void. Drowned in a sea of fear, I made swift turns around where I stood to find the doorway I came through, but it was gone. As well as my new found courage."You can't find wha

Gustav's POVIt was a different setting again. A dark room it was, but not the blinding kind I fought Ludovic in. No- the one I killed the bastard in. There were screens on either side of the elongated walls, as large as the head board of a Nissan car."Iris?" I hollered. "Keeper? Anyone here?"A screen turned on. Then another screen. And another screen, till all the screens in the room came on. Who had the remote control? I knew it was a stupid question to ask, so I kept it to myself. The keeper must be at it. He wanted to do something funny, but it was too late. I had been strengthened not to laugh at his bland, stupid jokes this time."Whatever you plan to do, I'm not giving in." I flashed my claws, and blinked my eyes to the colour that I was better suited for. "Come out from the goddamn place you are hiding and face me, you fucking coward. I won't let you get to me." I turned around and shouted into the distance. "You hear me?"Then a recorded scene played on one of the screens.

Monica's POVIt's been a month at the Stone's castle. Ludovic's memory had returned to him after the night he killed the attempted rapist in a frenzy. It was never my intention for the man to lose his life; I bundled him to the castle to use him as a blood bank for Ludovic whenever he needed a refill.In exchange for that, we lost something else. I lost something else. My Ludovic died away gradually under my watch. He was now a shell without his essence.The human blood was to be his therapy every three days as Laura had instructed, but Ludovic had a mind of his own. He wanted fresh human blood every night; which means, every night, a human lost their life. The plan was beginning to nosedive. I became scared of the monster I had created."What is all these, Ludovic?!" I shrieked, bursting into his once spotless petal-scented room, now dampened and humid with the metallic smell of human blood. He had a teenage girl trapped in his hand who appeared to have been bitten. "How did you allo

Monica's POV"When did all this happen?" I questioned, taking long strides to the sitting room. I peeped through the window, parting the drapes slightly to observe the crowd. They hoisted placards above their heads, blaring their hurt and anger. On one was boldly written in red ink: TRUCE BREAKER. On another was imprinted: IS IT A CRIME TO BE BORN NORMAL? And just below the second placard, I saw a dark lady with a white cardboard with the message, 'FIND MY RHODA' on it. That must be her mother. My chest tightened at the thought of Rhoda laying in Ludovic's room, unconscious. This was what Fredrick tried to avoid, and I had been foolish to stir the broth my own way.The broth had spilled, and burned my skin in the process. From the way I see it, I had done more damage than the good I intended. Fredrick was right, and I had been wrong all the while."About ten minutes ago." Klien caught up with me behind the parted drapes. "Where's My Lord and his father? I've searched the entire castl

Iris' POVI sat up on the bed in a haste, hugging my legs close to my chest in fear. The distant expression on his face sent shivers down the curve of my spine. Silently in my heart, I prayed for mercy form the heavens, because if I blurted out anything from the vision I had, he would have heard it. He shifted closer, lifting his hands to my face. I shielded my face with one hand, curling myself up against the head board. "Please, don't hurt me. Please." I cried."Hurt you? I wouldn't do that." A quizzical frown creased his features. "Are you okay?"He wasn't mad? Or was he acting up? I don't know what to think, but I didn't let my guard down."I_ I thought you were mad at me." I dropped my hand, circling it around my curled up legs."Why would I be?" His tone was gentle. And loving. "We planned on going to the gym to train today, remember?" He removed the face towel around his neck, wiping away the sweat lining my forehead."We did?" I uncurled my legs, adjusting to the relief that