I coughed and gagged as icy fingers dug into my flesh trying to rip my throat out. I heard Kayla's loud scream as she rebound from the ground and reached up as if to snatch me out of death's grip. But whatever it was lifted up and out of her reach. The ghostly fingers around my throat were so cold that my windpipe began to freeze. I tasted ice mixed with blood in my throat and the more the fingers tightened, the more ice coated my throat until shards of it began to crack and slide into my stomach."No!" Kayla screamed. "Leave him alone!"Another gust of icy wind swept her off her feet, throwing her hard against the floor. The ground cracked when her back made contact with it, fragments of jagged pieces torn from the ground, tore into her sweater revealing cracked skin. Kayla was hurt but she did not remain down for long. She lifted herself off the floor, preparing to launch against the cold wind when Alex flew across the room and crashed into her almost the same way I did, pinning he
Everything that has happened to me since I moved to WhiSare has been out of my control. Once I believed that the wheels of fate brought me to where I am. Moving out of my father's house to stay with my mom couldn't have been just because I was running away from the consequences of my actions with Camila. I thought that meeting the Storms at a time when trouble was brewing in WhiSare was predestined. Sure I didn't believe in premonitions then but even then something must have propelled my being there at that particular time.Or so I believed.Now I'm not so sure.Now I'm beginning to think that all my troubles began when I decided that sleeping with my father's girlfriend was the next best thing to do. Maybe this is my punishment for such a grievous sin. This has to be God's way of punishing me for betraying my father.When I woke up, I was in a very large room. It was huge, nicely decorated with all the facilities a hotel suite should have and it was bright. The curtains were drawn b
Before noon I had cleared the toast, eggs and bacon from the plates. Don't blame me! I had only two options; go mad thinking or eat and sleep. I need my sanity if I must leave this place alive so pardon me for eating the food prepared by my enemy.As soon as breakfast was cleared I made my way to the window to see that Kayla and the others were still there. They had stopped banging at the gates long ago. Now they were seated with their backs resting against the huge black gates. I wish I could send word to them. I wish I could reassure them that as of now, nothing bad has happened to me. Then it suddenly occurred to me what Alexander had said about being in many places at the same time. How the hell do I talk to him when I'm locked up.I went to the door to examine the lock. It was a simple lock but a dull hum from the bolt drew my attention to it. As I bent to examine the handle of the door, my eyes caught green movement like wispy smoke moving in and out of the lock.I should have
I made it to the bed just in time. Green smoke swirled off the lock of the door, thicker than I had seen it before. Then the door opened.Cleopoda stood on the other side, her face betrayed nothing and her smile held the same warmth it did earlier. I returned the smile but knew at the back of my mind that I looked suspicious as heck.I forced myself to breathe normally and that in turn helped me to control the insane beat of my heart. My palms were sweat up a storm but I forced them to stop shaking, clenching my fists together until my knuckles cracked.Cleopoda looked down at the tray. She walked slowly into the room. Her shoulders were the only indication that she knew something was out of place. They were tensed, the muscles bunched up."You finished your breakfast."I listened to the cadence of her voice and tried to detect any signs of anger and suspicion but she was playing her cards so close to her chest that it took a lot of effort for me not to cave in and confess that I had
This time when Cleopoda came to the door she knocked lightly. I was waiting, already dressed in my shirt and jeans. I had earlier thrown my jacket carelessly over my bed. There's no use alerting Cleopoda to my intention tonight. As I said earlier, I trust her but I'm more eager about getting home than making friends here. As soon as I get out of this room, I'm grabbing Kayla, Silver and Miles out of here. We will deal with the Daemons ourselves. Cleopoda's eyes were trained on my face as soon as she walked in. She had a warm grin on her face as she moved from the door to the small table where she had earlier dropped my breakfast. The tray in her hand was loaded with lots of dishes."I hope you are hungry. I took great measures preparing your dinner tonight."I smiled back. She opened one of the plates and thick steam carrying the delicious aroma of roasted chicken and steamed vegetables filled the air."Yum!" I said dutifully. "Smells delicious."Her pleasant face creased into an eve
I turned slowly toward the voice, expecting to see a talking lampstand or clock or some other inanimate thing that had suddenly developed the ability to talk because at this point, I feel like Belle in the beast's castle. But in the dying light of the day, there was nothing there, just me and Pyne the talking door and my abandoned dinner. "Over here."My eyes darted across the room and I was looking at the direction from which the voice came. And when I saw what it was, I almost fainted.With all the things I have seen here you would think I would have gotten used to the unusual but nothing prepared me for the transparent, shimmering sight in front of my eyes. She stood at the center of my room.My throat became dry. Is this...a ghost?I never thought ghosts were real...well I never thought vampires were real either until I moved into a town where not only vampires but other creatures inhabited.Still, in all the years I have lived on this Earth, I never thought the day would come wh
I tried hopelessly to do as she asked. Dreaming has been so easy for me but for the first time in my life, I was having difficulty coming up with dream I wanted both consciously and subconsciously. All through the night I tossed and turned, too worn out by an overactive mind to sleep. You know how when you intentionally try to do something, it doesn't come naturally to you? That's exactly how I felt. And it didn't help that the gag around Pyne's thin lips had dissolved. He continued to berate me throughout the night for listening to the Whaif. I couldn't escape his voice, not even when I pressed a pillow to my head. His voice was a constant source of mockery. Eventually I shut him up by pouring another bottle of oil all over his wooden face. He sighed gratefully and shut up for good after that.I stayed in bed minutes later trying to take advantage of his silence but it was all to no avail. It was not long before the sun began to come up again, streaming in through the window as a m
So I ended up with more questions than answers. That seems to be a constant since I came here. Now Cleopoda is planting ideas in my head, new stories that I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around. She's wired to be biased in his favor, after all she is his daughter - foster daughter. Now that's a question for another day. Octavius is a sick man? No shit. What kind of man who supposedly doesn't feed on humans create Daemons and vampires alike?The more I thought about it, the more my head ached until I had no choice but to take a few bites out of the food in the tray and lie back on the bed. I was so tired from the overload of information Cleopoda fed me and the exhaustion that was a result of my inability to sleep throughout the night that the moment my head hit the pillow, I drifted off into sleep.It felt so good welcoming that blackness behind my eyelids. The cool fingers of sleep worked its way into my brain, massaging neurons and nerves until I began to relax. "It's been