Dimitri
I honestly wasn't even a bit surprised. My mate had made it pretty clear that she was just after money. But I at least expected her to wait until after meeting me again. She was looking for me so why couldn't she wait until she found me before proceeding with her plan of marrying this guy? Did I really not mean anything to her? I mean even if she didn’t pick me which hurts, she still needed me to have children. So, why was she rushing to get married despite not having me agree to her horrific terms? Damn it, woman are frustrating! The one second you think you know them, the next you realise you were lying to yourself all along.
"Now, I know of everyone who lives in this shitty village and your face is one I haven't seen before. Who are you...Mr Postman?" a female's voice spoke out of nowhere breaking my train of thought. I was really annoyed right now and even more so pissed at the opposite sex for the sins of my mate and now some female dared speak to me. I slowly looked up to face the woman who dared to speak to me and saw the bartender eyeing me with what I could only assume as suspicion. I know for a fact that it was not the seductive eyeing that I have received from countless women so far. The look she gave me was the kind that you had when you are trying to figure out something. The only question is what was she trying to figure out about me?
So, I decided to return the favour and eye her too. The first thing my heartbroken soul could sum up about her was that this was the first time I saw a human female working in a bar full of men at this rather late hour. There was a dim light just above her head which made this woman’s dark chocolate skin glow brightly. It almost seemed as if she was the light that was glowing up the room and not the other way around. But that is not possible. Also, what on earth was on her head? That surely cannot be her hair.
Again, the fact that this woman is working in a bar full of men! Men who once drunk could easily overpower her and even harm her. Why would she choose a job such as this? But right now, I had other more prominent things on my mind than the safety of this young woman. Besides, she seemed to get along with most guys here. She knew everyone's names and even the drinks they wanted before they asked for them so, she was in good hands. Yet, a part of me wanted to make sure that this woman got home safe.
"Do you speak?...I mean you have been sitting at this bar for the past couple of hours just staring at that letter and haven't had a single drop of your drink." She spoke again. At her comment, I finally looked away from her and turned my gaze down to see the glass of beer I had ordered hours ago, still filled to the brim untouched. She was very observant of me which I did not appreciate. I was already feeling down, and I did not need the criticism right now. But she was also very right, I had been sitting here for way too long. Now is not the time for me to be sitting still.
"I actually am about to leave. How much for the drink my lady?" I asked and stood up. I pulled out my wallet to pay for the drink I had not even tasted it but I wanted to head out now. The drink before me smelt terrible. I do not know how these humans were managing to drown a cup in a matter of minutes. Besides, I needed to sleep early anyways. I had to wake up early to travel back to see my precious mate. I wasn't going to let her leave me without a fight. If she didn't love me then I was going to love her for the both of us.
"Oh so formal Mr. Postman, if I didn't know any better I would think you were of royal decent. You are in a bar, just call me Becky. I am no lady. Besides, I loathe everything royal and that includes titles," the woman firmly said. Her comment made me look at her again. And as I looked at her again, it was now very apparent that based on looks alone she was the total opposite of my precious mate.
For some odd reason, the statement Becky made only caused my curiosity to peak on her. I now wanted to know what caused her to hate the royals so much. After all, I am going to be king and maybe I could fix whatever it was that made her hate us so much. This was after all the reason why I had to go through these four months. To better understand and thus serve my people when I do take on the title.
Then I saw the clock behind Becky and saw that it was 11pm. I did not realise how much time I had spent in this bar until now. I needed to get home before Damien thought that something was wrong with me. I guess this conversation with Becky would have to wait for another day. I had places to be at right now.
So, I dropped some cash and turned to leave. "Oh wait the drink was only 25 bucks, I will go get your change quickly," she replied. Considering I was a postman, that change was a lot indeed. But since I hadn't been eating human food for a while, I had quite a bit of money saved up. "Well then, Becky keep the change and have a goodnight," I said. I didn't wait to see her reaction. But I would bet on my life that it resembled one of shock.
DimitriWhen I finally got home, it was sometime close to midnight. I really did spend a lot of time in the human bar. Because of the time, I would normally sneak into the house such as to not wake up Damien. But being a vampire and all, he would hear me no matter how sleek I was. It was the thought that counts anyways. But today I had no energy to do so, besides in the past Damien has always been up waiting for me to return. So, I decided that I would just walk in the front door. Before opening the door, I mentally readied myself for his overload of questions on my whereabouts. Damien was sort of like my father. He would want to know where I where I was, with who, and why.Surprisingly, though when I got into the house, Damien was nowhere in sight. I could not even smell him. This fact put me on edge so, I quickly did a full sweep of the house as I was under the impression that something was horribly wrong. Damien was never out at such a late hour. Besides, he always
DimitriThey say that the brain functions 24/7. That even when you are sleeping your brain is still busy working. It is said that the brain consolidates memory when we sleep. Thus, to remember things better, one needs to sleep enough to give the brain time to consolidate. Sleeping enough, also has many other health benefits but that applies only to human bodies. For some reason after Damien's words registered in my mind, it seems that my brain decided to finally take a break from all that working. After all, it has been working for almost a hundred years now.I expected there to be so many thoughts running through my mind all at once in this moment. Like I said before, I have a degree in overthinking and all. But somehow just like a computer, my brain had frozen. I could tell that Damien was still speaking, but I could not comprehend the words that he said. My brain could not process the first words that had just come out of his mouth. I was stuck on that very statemen
Dimitri"The Lunar pack is our safest spot to hide Dimitri," Damien argued. I looked at Damien and had to admit that he has looked better. He was pacing up and down the tiny lounge area as if on a mission. His hair was extremely disheveled which is due to the fact that he kept running his hands through his hair in frustration. But then again, I am certain that I looked way worse than Damien. I mean he still had time to shave while I had let my stubble grow. I cannot recall ever putting a brush to my hair and the dye I had was starting to wash out. I also cannot recall taking a shower in the past few days.I just could not believe that my best friend was actually being serious right now. He wanted us to live with werewolves. Now, I have nothing against werewolves. But to live in a pack is totally absurd. Yeah the werewolves are strong, so if we get attacked they could totally help us out, but for all I knew they could be working with this damn Seneca who killed my famil
DimitriHumans were interesting creatures. They all seemed put together in the greater scheme of things. But if one just looked a second longer at them, one would see that they were far from the term put together. Whereas we vampires embraced our beasts and sometimes even indulged in them, humans try to hide theirs. Thus they are at constant war with themselves. No wonder most of them are depressed. One has to be a peace within oneself. To accept and love oneself exactly as one is. How have they not mastered this task still?Damien and I had been living at a Hotel for the past couple of days now. I was basically in every news article. Even in the human world, I was wanted. Luckily, the only photo there was of me when I was 20 years old. I was a kid back then so I look different. Hating publicity did finally pay off. But that still didn’t mean that I was off the hook. Seneca had offered quite a large sum of money to whoever could bring me back alive to her. This w
Becky (Rebecca)I knew that this guy was hiding something, but I just couldn't pin point what it was exactly. Since I am being honest, I think that secret is what drew me to him. Sure he was good looking, but I have seen much better. Besides, I preferred my men a whole lot darker and definitely with a beard. There is something about a beard on a man that just calls to my inner goddess. Let us just say that this guy had none of the qualities I wanted in a man. So, no there was no attraction here at all.Anyways, I had secrets of my own so, maybe that is why I could relate to him. I guess I was drawn to him because he was just like me- hiding. What he was hiding, I could not tell. But I could tell that whatever it was, it was heavy. I probably could pry the truth out of him if I wanted to. But something told me that I should rather have him tell me willingly. Humans always eventually spilled the truth if you just gave them an ear. Afte
DimitriSurprisingly, Becky was quite good company. She wasn't like most humans or at least what I thought about most humans. She was very easy to talk to because she seemed to know a lot about well, everything. I learnt that her full name was actually Rebecca Marshall. She lived in this village but worked at the bar in Shepal because they paid her so well. She was very opinionated and that often lead to us disagreeing on many things. But she was also smart so, we would always eventually reach a logical agreement or conclusion. She was feisty and confident which was the opposite of most woman who I had met before. They were often shy, but Rebecca was not shy.Eventually we had left the coffee shop and went to a nearby market. We ended up eating at some African restaurant calledAfrican World.Rebecca apparently is originally from Africa. This was the first time I met someone from Africa. I have never been to Africa before, but I have heard s
RebeccaIt has been three weeks now since I first hanged out with James at the market and we had become close friends rather quickly. Like I said, he had a nice aura. We literally had met almost every day since that coffee shop, even if it was just for 30 minutes. I guess we just fit together well. I was a bit hesitant to make a human friend once again because I was not sure I still knew how to be a friend. But things came naturally for me with James. I knew I was not going to make a female friend because females are so shallow. All they talk
DimitriI was now so accustomed to the title of James Rodrick that I felt like I had now truly accomplished the task of living like a human. I would spend most of my evenings out with Rebecca exploring the town and doing human things.Humans weren't half as bad as I had thought them to be. It was rather nice living as a human actually. I would always end up dropping Rebecca off at work in the evenings. I had tried arguing with her about working at a bar full of drunk men, but she wasn't having it and I quote, "If you have any misogynistic comments about my work, please shove it up your ass and never mention them to me again.""Well good evening, Mr Rodrick. Please do come in," She said pulling me out my thoughts. "Thank you my lady," I said as I did a quick curtsy and entered her house. Her house was filled with her coconut scent. It had literally engulfed my nostrils but in a pleasant way. Everything about this woman was starting to grow on me. "What have I tol