Maris
"Do you think I should do it?" The ginger head boy asked, twirling a basketball on his finger with his eyes glued to Maris who he had a long time crush on.
"What?" Maris cocked up both her brows with confusion written all over her face. She hadn't been listening to what he was saying. "Yeah. I mean, sure."
She nodded her head without knowing what he had asked and picked up her coffee to sip from it, but hesitated just in case it was hot. Slowly, she kissed the coffee cup and pushed her head back. The liquid was warm and it covered her taste buds like a blanket.
"Okay, thank you very much." His blue eyes sparkled with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips and she returned it.
She had been pondering on who the blue eyed god was. Why did he stare at her with a gaze that never faltered? She could no longer think straight as all her thoughts were consumed by him.
Her stomach rumbled and she placed a palm on it, rubbing it lightly.
"So... Last week," the kid who wasn't more than the age of eighteen spoke out and Maris blinked rapidly, trying to focus on him. "I had hit a stray dog with my bike."
"Mmhm," Maris hummed, nodding for him to continue.
"So I got down to check on it, but something drastic happened." He winced as the memory flashed fresh in front of him. Maris nodded urging him to speak further. "It bit me."
Maris' eyes widened and she plastered both her elbows on the table before clasping her fingers with her mouth hung open.
"Where?" She stretched her neck to look at his hand. "Was it really bad?"
"It stung like hell, see." He rolled up his sleeve and waved his arm.
The bite marks were still visible and appeared like it was given to him just yesterday.
"My goodness," Maris said, holding her chest. "When did you say it bit you and did you treat it?"
"Last week and yes, I saw a doctor. I mean, it wasn't that bad because the pain stopped before I reached the hospital." He explained.
"Uhm..." Maris trailed off, trying to recall his name. "You're-"
"Jeremy." The boy pulled down his sleeve and scratched his hair. "I also feel some kind of way and it's really weird... That's why I'm here to talk."
"What type of way, Jeremy?"
"Like a-"
He hesitated and tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes at Maris.
"Are you okay?" He questioned, a line forming above his brows. "Miss Maris?"
"What do you mean?" Maris asked. "Is something wrong with my face?"
She picked up a hand mirror and screamed once she made eye contact with her reflection.
"What the hell?!" She got to her feet, refusing to believe the unusually red eyes belonged to her.
The almond shaped jewels were bloodshot and tears welled up in them. Strange.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" The kid asked and she glared at him for a minute before returning her gaze to the mirror.
Jeremy got to his feet and a book about lycanthropy fell from his laps. Just as he bent to pick it up, Maris gasped when her eyes sparked and the mirror slipped from her hand the moment the bruise around her wrist stung.
The pain shot up to her chest and she clutched it to stop her heart from going wild.
"Miss Maris?" He called out to his counselor who was having a hard time to breathe.
Suddenly, she pivoted on her heels and ran out of the office. Her thoughts were all over the place as she ran with a blurry vision.
"Ouch!" She yelped when she bumped into the chest of someone–the opposite gender because the chest was solid Rock and–
Comforting.
Her subconscious whispered and she zapped out of her trance, blinking away the tears. The strange human wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her to his body.
His smell intoxicated her and her eyes closed on their own accord. Her stomach felt sick the moment he tightened his grip. Abruptly, her eyes snapped open when the voices in her head yelled her name.
"What the hell is this?" She spat, trying to push him off of her, but he was too strong.
"Stay calm, it's for your own good." His voice sent tingles down her spine.
Just when she was about to trust the stranger and enjoy the moment, her stomach churned and a lump sat in her throat.
"Oh!" She groaned and tried to push him away, but there was no luck. In one insane second, she gagged on nothing in particular and in no time, his shirt was covered with her smelly vomit.
He pushed her away from his body and she used it as an opportunity to take in his features. She jerked when she had seen it was the guy from this morning, but she still couldn't see his face because of the handkerchief covering it.
Immediately, she ran into her car and just when she was about to move the gear stick, it broke and frustration embraced her.
"Ah!" She groaned and turned the ignition, but there wasn't any luck there either because it broke into half.
More frustration.
"Ah!" Maris screamed when she heard the sound of someone knocking on her window like it was on her head instead.
She spun and locked gazes with the same boy and narrowed her eyes into crinkled slits.
"What do you want from me?!" Maris fumed, anger spider webbing her heart.
"I saw you needed help and-"
Blue eyes didn't get to finish his sentence because Maris pushed the door open with all her might and stepped out of the car, anger flaring out of her nose.
"Stay away from me-" she pointed a finger at him and halted in her tracks, scanning him from head to toe and having an instant distaste for his shoes. "What ever your name is, stay away from me!"
She hissed and turned to walk away with her nose in the air.
"You keep making bad things to happen to me!" She screamed and glanced over her shoulder.
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Maris strolled into a bar and sat down on one of the stools, looking passed the bar man and scanning the drinks that were stacked up on the shelves.
She wasn't exactly the most sane person in the world, she hadn't been getting any sleep as she constantly heard voices whispering her name.
She even stuffed her ears with ear plugs and still heard those voices loud and clear in her head.
"One dark and stormy, please." Maris ordered, staring owlishly at the two men beside her who looked like they were about to throw blows.
"How dare you shove my shoulder and look me in the face to say you slept with my girlfriend?" A huge biker man growled and veins popped out on the side of his head.
"She came to me. After all, I lasted more than five minutes, unlike you." The second man with a foul smell so strong that it made goosebumps crawl on Maris' arm orated.
"That's it!" The biker man jumped and his fist made contact with foul smell's face.
Maris sighed and rolled her eyes before climbing the bar table.
"Guys!" She yelled, but couldn't get their attention. "Guys!"
They all halted in their tracks with their mouths hung open. Maris herself was surprised because she couldn't believe that the voice was from her.
"Em..." She cleared her throat and wore a confident look. "Calm down guys. What's the fuss all about?"
Her voice melted their hearts and in no time, they were under her spell.
Dracula "Yes..." Dracula drawled, staring lustfully at a caramel skinned lady with curly brown hair. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, rubbing his fingers together with a wicked grin etched to his face. He leaned on a tree and rested the back of his head on it with his eyes shut as he anticipated the taste of her blood. Suddenly, he peeked from behind the tree, watching as she trashed some dirt in the waste bin of the diner she worked in. Her thighs were thick and alluring, but he held himself. The mysterious woman walked back into the building and out, with a coat covering her body. Just as she walked away from the building and into the road, Dracula glanced from left to right before shoving his hands into his black coat. "Hi." He crept up on the girl and she jolted then spun to take in his features. "How are you, beautiful?" She looked at him with disgust oozing out of her skin as she had thought he was one of those useless men that wanted nothing more than to get in betw
"Put me down!" Maris exclaimed when she was free from the mini paralysis she was having with her hands still secured around the unknown person's neck. His smell was pretty familiar. He didn't stop, he kept running and taking routes Maris wasn't familiar with. She could hardly keep her eyes open because the breeze filled her eyes and made them teary. With a thumping heart, she yelled again, "Put me down!" Suddenly, he stopped and released her legs, sending her to the ground on her buttocks. She winced, shutting her eyes tight. "What the hell?" She tried to catch her breath with her back flat on the grass. "Who are you?" There was no reply, but the sound of him breathing heavily made it's way to her ears and she raised her head up to look at the mysterious person. "You!" Her eyebrows kissed each other in anger when she recognized him to be the boy who hugged her at her
Maris began to shiver internally when he had told her Dracula was after her for the devil's nudes and a certain entity that had gotten into her the night she took the picture."What am I going to do?" Her lips trembled and she held onto his arm."I'm going to protect you. It's a bit surprising you're still alive." He stated and she threw stare daggers at him. "My name is Logan by the way."He stretched out his hand for a handshake, but Maris only gave him a long skeptical look."Logan?" She squinted her eyes when she heard whispers in her head. "Can you hear that?"She looked around and Logan followed her gaze. "Hear what?""Those weird whispers." She poked her fingers into her ears and wiggled them."You're strange." He narrowed an eye at her and she stopped what she was doing to glare at him."Says the person that has been stalking me." Maris hissed and walked to the other side of the cave.She held out her palms to th
"…He tried to speak, but his voice broke intoan echoing howl. His ravening soul infected his jaws;his murderous longings were turned on the cattle; he still was possessedby bloodlust. His garments were changed to a shaggy coat and his armsinto legs. He was now transformed into a wolf." A dog boy who looked extremely familiar read to Maris from Ovid's book of metamorphosis. The first story about lycanthropy.He raised his hands up in the air and drew a sigil as fast as he could before summoning someone who was fit to be a god. Again, they were naked. Maris laid plainly on the drawing and floated in the air with puffs of smoke rushing into her nostrils.Instantly, Maris gasped, snapping her eyes open with a pounding heart that threatened to burst out of her chest."Where am I?" She asked, feeling as if something had used straw to suck out the energy in her."My arms." He vo
"What's a lemen?" Maris asked the nice female who radiated so much joy from just the way she looked at Maris.Maris interlocked her fingers behind her and tried to divert the topic of her staring at a guy's butt. She couldn't believe they were inside her head."Like a consort, yin yang or soulmate." She stepped forward to place a hand on Maris' chest.Maris' gaze followed her hand and her heart paced. How was she sure these people wouldn't turn into wolves to bite her head off?"You may be dismissed." She ordered the people who had encircled them and Immediately, they returned to what they were doing before Maris came.Weird."I'm not weird, I'm saying the fact," The girl said, respecting what was called personal space. "My name is Sanna by the way. Nice to meet you-""Maris." Maris answered with a wandering gaze, solemnly wondering where Logan was."Missing him already?" Sanna wiggled her eye brows and Maris put on a frustrated
Dracula"No!" The woman screamed in horror, trying to protect her son from the vicious men. "Don't take him, take me."Dracula snapped his head to her direction and threw the chunk of meat he was feasting on with a sly smile, playing at the corners of his lips."You want to strike a deal?" He asked, cocking up his brows with a gaze that never faltered."Yes, I'll give anything for you to keep my son." She pleaded, a familiar shake in her voice as she darted her eyes from Dracula to the dogman who held her son hostage."Are you sure you can give me what I want?" He drawled, using his tongue to flick out the piece of human flesh stuck in between his teeth."I'll do anything, just spare my son." She pleaded.Dracula slowly took a step forward with a glint of malevolence in his obsidian eyes, causing the woman who appeared to be in her late thirties to flinch. He eyed her from head to toe and slowly went up f
"I don't understand what you're talking about, mother." Logan took a step back from his mother who was being up close and personal."Why is the smell of human all over you?" She asked, puckering her forehead as she scrutinized him from head to toe."Can you stop this?" Logan raised his hands in the air in mock surrender, slightly getting offended at his mother's over protectiveness."Don't tell me you've been with a-" she stopped in her tracks and widened her eyes when her wolf whispered something to her. "Don't tell me you brought a freaking human here?""I might have done a-""Oh, no!" She exclaimed and her kakapo flinched, flapping it's wings in the air.It was a flightless bird that had the looks of a parrot, but it was an owl. She rushed to her window and pulled her thick, black curtains out of the way so she could take a gander at her surroundings and that was when she spotted her.
He stared at the locket again, brushing the surface slowly with his thumb as a warm smile spread across his face.His heart twitched when he remembered the barrier that was between them. He averted his gaze to the window and watched as the sun shined brightly on mother nature.He looked down at the locket again, but this time, he wasn't smiling-he was in pain and his eyes reflected it."I'll save you, I promise." He whispered to the locket and stared longly at it.The locket had a picture of a girl whose eyes were full of life and it seemed like the picture was alive and staring into his soul. They mirrored the blue dress she had on and a small smile played at the corners of her lips. Short, black curls hung down the sides of her face.He raised the locket to his lips and kissed it, striking a memory in his head."Azazel, we have come to worship you." They bowed as Dracula sprinkled the sacred water on the statu