All Chapters of Death Wish : Dead Kiss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

After leaving the police station, she went straight to the hospital. She knew that she didn't have a common cold, and no one could treat her. Maybe she didn't want to tell anyone what was happening to her, but she still wanted to get checked by the doctor for her comfort. Finally, what she had feared happened; she didn't have a common cold."Why are you following me?" Esen asked angrily, to Altan who, in his worry and tension, had followed her from the police station to the hospital and now home."Because you need me, and these doctors can't treat you," Altan replied."I don't need you, Altan. Get the hell out of here!" She got angry and slammed the door shut on his face."All right, I'm sitting here outside the door. If you need anything, just tell me. Don't suffer alone like this," he said politely in a voice that made his tone more soothing and compassionate. His black eyes, framed by thick black lashes, were filled with a kind of warmth."Have you ever felt your heart burning? If

Esen was sleeping with her head on Altan's lap for a long time. He had been awake for over three hours, and yet he didn't wake her up. She slept with her hair loose in front of her face. The strands of hair were the only thing standing between him and a pair of her closed eyes. She looked like one of those pictures of women from the late 1920s. Altan carried her up in his arms and laid her on her bed. Her long dark hair was tousled from where it had been tossed off of his shoulder by her unconscious body.Her skin was almost always a deep olive color, but tonight her rosy cheeks stood out even more than usual. His eyes softened at the sight of her soft lips and closed eyelashes. He took off her shoes and saw that the bottom part of her feet had become black and hard. There is a thick layer of white wolf hair on her feet and legs, which she cut down with scissors. He smiled at her because of this act and softly kissed her feet. While kissing her, he paused for a moment to look up at he

The sky is clear blue. The stars are all dead. And the sun shines on a world of white sand, black rocks, blue birds, yellow flowers, green trees, and people who have never seen anything as beautiful. Esen and Altan are walking at a distance from each other. They are not close, but they are not far apart."Believe it or not, only I can walk with you in the journey of life," Esen looks back at him at his words, his head tilted up and he is looking in the sky, trying to find that one particular star - the North Star.It is an expression so simple, yet it speaks volumes about his emotions in that moment. He was sad, confused, angry, and worried. But he was also content with everything that was happening around him.The journey from Tergersaintne Territory to her house was made by both of them in silence. Both had a lot on their minds and were unwilling to speak more about it. His eyes were turning red due to intense crying in the cave.All the way, Altan was looking for excuses to talk t

"Why did you come home early today? It's only 12 o'clock in the afternoon, usually you come at 5 o'clock," Ms. Anastasia asked worriedly about her coming home early today, while she was standing ready to go somewhere."Early, yes. Lowell is coming for dinner today, that's why. I told you in the morning. It seems old age is taking its toll on you, Gran. You are starting to forget things now," she smiled and looked at her grandmother from head to toe."Where are you going now and how is your health?" She placed some shopping bags from her hands on the table and started checking her temperature by placing the backside of her hand on her forehead. "And of course, you didn't get your sleep, right?" she asked angrily. "How many times have I told you that…""That I am 70 years old and not 17 years old," Ms. Anastasia answered, interrupting her. "You told me this so many times that if there were a deaf person in my place, he would have heard and remembered. And ever since you arrived, you hav

"What was feared, happened. I saved my granddaughter from the werewolves twenty years ago, but now I don't know why it seems difficult. I don't know what goddess of the moon has written in my granddaughter's life," Ms. Anastasia thought. "She is an angel sent to me from the stars because of her purity and innocence, so she can't die in werewolf's hands or worse than them. It's as if there are more of these creatures waiting for her, hiding among us. And she is one of their targets.""My granddaughter has been a victim for many years because of the supernatural creatures that prey on our village with such malice. They came for me, for her; the werewolves wanted to kill us both at once. I had no chance to escape, so I had to fight with them." Ms. Anastasia was crying and talking to herself while cooking the fat over the fire that she had brought from the cemetery.As the fat was melting, its stench was rising in the whole house. She couldn't be bothered about that though. Her brain was