CHAPTER ONE.
Present day. . .
•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•
Birds chirped in the quiet street of Svetyland, a little town in Los Angeles. Sun was scorching heavily, leaves were all dry and few people were roaming about the streets.
It was the first day of the week -- which was filled with the opulence of summer. Particularly, it was the first day of summer. Everyone could feel the heat already, as did Freya, as she walked towards her friend's house dressed in shorts and a violet tank top. Her blonde hair was packed in a ponytail and in her left hand was a water bottle, filled with orange juice.
Getting to her friend's front door she knocked twice on it before the door fell open.
"Hey, Freya!" The older woman who opened the door greeted as she moved away from the doorway so Freya would enter. A huge smile was embracing her beautiful chocolate face as she welcomed Freya — her daughter's best friend.
"Hello, Mrs Pott!" Freya greeted the older woman. "Is Elizabeth home?"
"Yes, she's upstairs, reading as usual."
"I thought as much," Replied Freya. "I tried calling her earlier but she hasn't been picking up."
"You know your friend," Freya nodded. She knew how her best friend could be. "Anyways, you better go upstairs now. I'll bring you some baked cookies."
"Thank you, Mrs Pott."
With that, Freya went up the stairs and opened the second door in the hallway, closing it with a loud bang, yet her best friend wasn't aware that someone had entered her room. Her back was facing the door as she sat on a desk with earplugs in her ear as she read.
Shaking her head, Freya sighed and went to tap her best friend on her back.
"Oh my," Elizabeth said, turning her head towards Freya as she removed the ear plugs in both her ears. "When did you get here?"
"Since forever," Rolling her eyes, Freya went to sit on Elizabeth's bed. Dropping her water bottle on the carpet floor. "Seriously Eli, I've been calling you!"
"Freya, I'm so sorry," Elizabeth begged her friend in an apologetic tone as she ran her hand through her thick black curls.
"Where was your phone?"
Elizabeth picked up her phone from the desk, switched it on, and turned the screen to Freya, "See, it's on Do not disturb."
"Whatever," Freya said, standing up as she moved towards Elizabeth's wardrobe. "There's a Party tonight, and we're both going."
"Freya, I really--"
"No excuses," Freya interjected her friend before she could complete her statement. She knew Elizabeth was definitely going to say something about how parties didn't interest her, and how she'd prefer reading than stepping out of her house. "We're both going tonight."
Elizabeth ran her hands through her face, she knew there was no way she could convince Freya that she didn't want to go. Once Freya's mind was made up, there was no going back. Nevertheless, Elizabeth really didn't want to go to the party. She hated parties. She saw nothing fun in it, other than people drinking, grinding against themselves and eventually making out.
Last time Freya dragged her to a party on campus, she made a complete fool out of herself when she was given a cup of drink by a random guy who had tried hitting on her. She had nicely declined and told him that she wasn't interested, but he forced her, telling her that the drink was just Sprite. But he lied, it was actually a shot of Colorado, and Elizabeth vomited on him and some few people around, before Freya had come to save her from puking all around.
Her name on campus throughout that week of the incident was 'One shot,' and she despised and blamed Freya all through the week, so definitely she had to look for a way to back out of the party Freya was planning on dragging her to.
"Well, remember the last time I went to a party with you," Elizabeth brought up the incident in a bid to convince her best friend. "You saw how I made a complete fool out of myself, so please Freya let me sit this one out."
Freya feigned ignorance and went ahead to open Elizabeth's wardrobe.
"Hello! Elizabeth is speaking here."
"I can hear you, but I don't feel like listening," Freya picked up a white spaghetti hand gown and looked at her friend. "See Elizabeth, just because you vomited the last time doesn't mean anything. It happens. The first time I went to a party, believe me, I did something more embarrassing than that. It was a strip show at that party."
"But you can't force me to go to this Party," Elizabeth closed her books, crossed her arms on her chest and turned her chair around so she could see her friend properly. "I'm not going and it's final."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
Closing the wardrobe, Freya shrugged and went to sit on the bed while Elizabeth stared at her best friend with a confused frown on her chocolate skin. She couldn't believe that Freya agreed to her. On a norm, Freya wouldn't have agreed with her, but instead, insisted. Freya wasn't the type to lose a battle or an argument, so Elizabeth was surprised when her best friend succumbed to her.
"So you really aren't going to force me to go with you anymore?" Elizabeth asked, standing up from the chair to sit next to Freya on the bed.
"Nope," There was a way she answered that showed she hadn't completely given up. "Just so know, you would be the one missing out on your youth."
Elizabeth smiled, she knew Freya was going to enter into the YOLO talk.
"See Eli," Turning slightly on the bed, she held Elizabeth's hands. "We're on summer break, we should enjoy and party while we can."
"But I'd rather read."
"Elizabeth, you're brilliant enough," Truly, Elizabeth was really brilliant. "You came first in your department, not only that, you came first in the whole level."
"And it's all because I read."
"Well Elizabeth, you need to go out a little," Freya told her friend. "All work and no play will make Elizabeth a dull girl. Also, you need to make friends."
"I have you, and I am happy to have you as my best friend, so I don't want any more friends."
"See Eli, let's just go party. Also, I wouldn't want to disappoint my new friend who invited me."
Elizabeth smiled. "A new friend, uhn?"
"Yup, and you'll meet him when you tag along with me to the party."
"Believe me, I do want to meet him," Elizabeth said. "But I --"
"What's my motto Elizabeth?" Freya cut into her statement.
"You only live once — YOLO."
"So please Elizabeth, let's just go together. Also, you know I hate to go anywhere without you."
Freya did the doggy eyes with her baby blue eyes and Elizabeth couldn't help but succumb to her best friend.
"Fine, I'll go with you, but we're both coming--"
Freya squealed in excitement – before Elizabeth could complete her statement – and pulled her best friend in for a hug. Quickly, she stood up and continued her search for the perfect dress in Elizabeth's wardrobe when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Said Elizabeth.
The door opened and Elizabeth's younger brother — Ethan, came in, carrying in his hand a tray of cookies and milk.
"Hey, Freya!" He greeted, walking towards the desk to drop the tray on it.
"How're you Ethan?" Freya asked, staring seductively at his butt while Elizabeth, who noticed it, only shook her head and scoffed.
"Great!" Ethan replied, putting Elizabeth's books aside before dropping the tray. And Freya couldn't stop smiling as she stared at him.
It was no secret that Freya had a crush on her younger brother and honestly, she couldn't be blamed. Ethan was too handsome to be true. He was just eighteen years old, yet, his frame was drool worthy, with his complete six packs, glazing caramel skin and his Hazel eyes. Anyone was bound to fall for him, and because of his looks he was the most popular guy in his highschool, apart from the fact that he was also the captain of the lacrosse team.
To Freya, he was a living Adonis.
"I better leave now. See you later Freya."
"See you later also."
Ethan smiled at her and left.
"Really? You're still interested in Ethan?" Elizabeth asked, standing up to take a cookie from the tray. "He's my little brother for crying out loud."
"You can't blame me, you know," Freya continued rampaging through Elizabeth 's wardrobe. "Blame him for being too handsome."
"I don't care, just trash any fantasy you might have. It won't be funny Freya; if anything happens."
"Whatever," Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she picked out a yellow dress. "And I think I've found what you'd be wearing, Miss Elizabeth Pott."
"And I dread this night already, Miss Freya Coleman."
To Be Continued. . .
CHAPTER TWO.Present day. . .•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•Elizabeth looked at her reflection in the mirror — adorning a short yellow dress. She sighed for what seemed like the upteenth time, feeling unsatisfied with her look.She felt too exposed with her cleavage showing, and her thighs and legs out on display. She really didn't like the dress Freya had picked for her. Admitted, the dress was hers, but she'd never worn it. It was gifted to her by her mum on her twenty-second birthday — which was just two months ago, and when she received it, she could only smile and lie to her mum that she loved it even though she didn't.Her mum was the fashionista, who was prom queen during her high school days, while she was just the hoodie type of girl who cared less about fashion.
CHAPTER THREE.Master Vampire house (Southern Svetyland). . .•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•Laying on a king sized bed was a strawberry blonde hair vampire as he drank his hot blood from a golden cup, while a half-naked red haired female — who was topless, wearing only a skater skirt – placed kisses around his half-naked torso.Placing the cup on a galway low stool, he wiped traces of blood off his lips and kissed the red haired female passionately, tearing off the remaining piece of clothing she had on. He was about to take her breast in his mouth when a loud knock shot through his room door.He ignored the knocks. No one was going to stop him from taking those plump cherries into his mouth, not even the master.Quickly, he took a nipple in his mouth, ignoring t
CHAPTER FOUR.YEAR 1850. . .•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•A tall bulky man paced around in his Chambers – he was the Master vampire, known as Lord Edgar – he was aggravated, furious and bitter towards his son, Elbert. He couldn't believe that a mere human, a dirty slave was the one controlling his own son, the next Master vampire. It couldn't be heard in town, otherwise it'd serve as a mockery and a stain upon his name.Just a week ago his older brother based in Wales arrived Svetyland because news of his son entanglement with that dirty slave had gotten to him. He scowled as he remembered the huge sinister smile that graced his brothers face as he spoke of his son and that slave in absolute disgust. That was what made him fall through with the plan of kil
CHAPTER FIVE.(Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . .Elizabeth woke up abruptly with a gasp escaping her mouth. Drop of sweat gathered on her forehead as she sat upright on the bed. She had a dream. A terrible dream where she was about to be eaten by monsters. And the monsters in her dream looked exactly like the werewolves she watched in movies, and it felt so real. The pain felt real. Instantly, she looked at her arms for any injury, but none was seen. Her arms were completely okay.Sighing, she facepalmed herself; it was all just a dream, and werewolves weren't real. At least that was what she thought.When she was about to lay back into the bed, her eyes caught her surroundings. She was on a bed, but it wasn't just any bed. It was a canopy bed surrounded with white curtains which made everything on the outside look blurry. She was alerted, the bed she was sitting on wasn't hers.&n
CHAPTER SIX. (Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . . Elizabeth was scared. She wasn't familiar with her environment and everyone around her looked really weird, especially the one that had grabbed her by her arms before leaving. "Leave us, Damien," The Master Vampire — Elbert said to his nephew. "I'd like to talk to her." Damien moved away from Elizabeth front, turned to her and gave her a look of assurance before leaving the living room. Which left Elbert and Elizabeth all alone. Elbert sat back on his seat. His eyes couldn't leave Elizabeth and he studied all her movement through his sunshades. How she kept on hugging herself and how she so much resembled his past lover. "Uh, who are you and what am I doing here?" Her voice was really calm and gentle, it also cracked a little. And the Master knew she was scared. &nb
CHAPTER SEVEN. Downtown Svetyland. The werewolves territory. •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• Vampires hated the sun, it wasn't news. All supernatural beings knew that well, on the contrary, Damien loved the sun. It was one thing he loved about the earth. How a big yellow globe was hung in the sky, exuding great heat and warmth to him. Although he couldn't go anywhere without his daylight ring. Damien adjusted the daylight ring on his index finger as he ran his eyes through the place he was. He shut the door to his car, adjusted his suit, and began to move slowly towards the place the Master had told him specifically. The area was quiet, no one was outside and that made Damien glad a little. He wasn't a fan of the werewolves, he hated them for some reasons which were only known to him. As he continued to walk down the road he caught the scent of a werewolf nearby. &nbs
CHAPTER EIGHT. (Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . . •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• She wasn't raped; Elizabeth didn't know if she should believe what the stranger at her front had told her. Yet, she found herself contemplating at the thought of Gabriel raping her. She only believed he did because she wasn't wearing any panties, but she couldn't feel any difference in her genitalia. She couldn't feel any sort of penetration, so she knew the possibility of what the stranger was telling her could be true. However as she sat, she wondered how he was sure that she wasn't raped. "I will say this one more time," The master said, snapping Elizabeth out of her thoughts. "You weren't raped, your pants were just taken." Elizabeth coughed awkwardly on listening to what the stranger had said to her. She was flustered that he knew she wasn't wearing any p
CHAPTER NINE.Downtown Svetyland. The werewolves territory. . .•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•Standing at the front of a huge door was Damien as he glanced at his back, sighing in relief when he couldn't see the girl that claimed to have met him before, when he knew she was talking about his brother.Placing a knock on the huge door there was a response from inside the house, and instantaneously, the door fell opened. A bulky man who looked like he was in his late forties stood by the door with a poker face as he stared at Damien. "And what is a zombie doing at my doorstep?" He asked, now adorning a smug smile."I'm here to seek for someone," Damien said, ignoring the mans statement about him being a zombie. "Is there anyone who bears the name Gabriel?""Why do you want to know?" The bulky man asked instantly with a scary frown on his face.Damien rolled his eyes, he was already getting tired of the man's questioning and unappealing visage so he decided to do what the Master had warned him aga