"Werewolves think they have their souls split in two," he began to explain slowly., “Arriving at a certain age, they feel where that other half is and they complement each other. They feel what the other feels, they can perceive if they are in danger and many other kitsch. The little creature and the dog are the smoothest couple on earth.”
“Little creature?" I felt a pinch on my chest, something like ... jealousy?
Was I jealous? Why? Yes, I thought he was calling me little creature as something personal. I never believed that there would be another girl with that nickname.
Or did he say that way to all women?
"Yes. It's Estelle," he answered without noticing my reaction. “She is a strange girl. You will like her.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Well, to what I was saying, each species has something similar to that. A fated match, to put it that way. We vampires can
Donovan. Her breathing was racing. I could hear her heartbeat, the ragged sighs, and the blood rushing through her veins. Her eyes were tightly closed, as if refusing to witness the act I would carry out. Her hair fell, long, dark. I had seen many beautiful women. Of different sizes and colors. Some redheads, chestnuts and blondes. Women with light, dark and enigmatic eyes. With a voluptuous or slim body. Tall and small. And none of them could compare to Juliet. Juliet was beautiful in the way she looked, always alert, and always cautious. Also because of the shape of her mouth, so provocative even when she was swearing, trying to keep me away from her. She was beautiful for her walk, as if she was willing to take on the world, if given the chance. Juliet was beautiful when she smiled. When she was with her brothers and the love she felt for them
Donovan. I could understand her a little. I had so many things on me being so young. She was still a child, a very innocent and dirty-mouthed one, but she was. How could I help her? I couldn’t just send her to vampire territory with me. Everyone would try to drink from her blood in any carelessness. They would all make her feel less for being a human. Vampires were cruel and ruthless beings. Even I myself could be a bit cruel when necessary. I didn’t want that for Juliet. “Donovan?” she asked in a sleepy voice behind me. The main effect of the bite had already passed. Now there was only one weak girl left who didn’t even remember how she had begged me to bite her. “How do you feel, little creature?” I went over immediately, trying to analyze if she was okay. “I feel like a
When the children arrived, everything returned to normal. The normality that can we had with a vampire prowling the place. Justin had a better face, while Jake and Julia seemed to be much calmer. I was relieved to have them back in my range of vision.I knew Justin would take care of them, but it always made me nervous when one of them wasn’t home.After the kids had dinner, thanks to Donovan making dinner, I sat on a stool near the counter. The pencil between my fingers felt heavy as I calculated our income. I had found in my parents’ room the receipts for the clinic where my mother was admitted.No matter how much I looked for solutions, I was always in the red. The salary of the bar and the bookstore was not enough to pay the next month, nor for the treatments. Not to mention our food.I sighed, tired. The weight on my shoulders was much heavier with each passing day. To what extent co
“I’m going to take care of the money,” he blurted out. “Leave that job at the bar, at least the bar job. You will not have to worry about anything.” “Donovan …” “I didn’t understand why you weren’t surprised when I told you about the brothel! Not until I noticed that suspicion. Are you thinking of prostituting yourself? On my damn corpse!” “Lower your voice,” I hissed. I was afraid that one of my brothers might hear it. They didn’t have to know how far I was capable of going for them. For our mother. For my entire family. I didn’t know how the hell Donovan knew about my thoughts, but I wasn’t comfortable about it. Now couldn’t I have the privacy to think and consider each of my options? “Did you really mean to denigrate yourself like that?” He was out of control, his emotions burning across his cold face. &nbs
To keep walking as if I was not completely angry with the being next to me was difficult, especially since he was whistling along the way, as if he could not be more relaxed. I knew he was mad at me, but apparently today he couldn’t care less about that. I wasn’t sure if it was because he felt confident that he would win the argument, or because he really didn’t care what I did or didn’t do. I opened the door to the bookcase, too used to the little tinkle of the bell on the door to pay much attention to it. Although Donovan did look puzzled for a second. The bookstore was empty, usually because it was so early. As soon as I entered, I noticed that the boss seemed to be waiting for me. I frowned immediately, that was not usual. “Juliet!” The boss yelled as soon as she looked at me entering the bookstore. “I heard everything. How are you girl?” She approached me, checking
“You had no fucking rights! Who the hell do you think you are?” “I am your owner, Juliet.” He growled in a deep voice. His face became a mask of rage and fury. “I don’t belong to you,” I spat. “Go to hell, Donovan.” I started walking away, leaving it captured. I ran all the way home, locking all the entrances. I didn’t want to see it, not now. Even if his intentions were good, even if he wanted to help me. I knew I was being a bit irrational, but my feelings were running high. I felt on the brink, as if I was about to be defeated. I didn’t like feeling like this, I didn’t want to feel like this. “Damn,” I yelled in frustration. “Wow, what a very warn welcome,” I heard a voice behind me. My instincts screamed of danger. That voice was not known. Had someone broken into the house? I turned over my spot s
Donovan didn’t let go of me, even as my nose stopped bleeding and my body began to sweat from his closeness and warmth. Why had he hugged me? I had two theories. Theory One: He was trying to keep himself from attacking me. Theory two: I was trying to protect myself from the newcomer, that dangerous-looking vampire. It could even be both at the same time, there was a possibility. I didn’t need to be too smart to know that blood and vampires weren’t the safest combination on the planet. Donovan’s closeness made me much more nervous than Raven’s presence. It was funny, but Donovan was much more dangerous and captivating than this vampire who was just a child. Were they related? Probably. They had many similarities, in their dark eyes and at the same time as red as a ruby. The black color of his hair was interesting and captivating. Also, Raven seemed to want to imitate Don
“What should I bring?” I asked, defeated. “Only what is necessary. We’ll buy a few things on the way, ”he said. I got up from the couch, unwilling. Maybe I didn’t have too many belongings. I would just pack a few clothes and prized items. The rest would surely end up looted when they noticed that no one was home. I entered the room, looking at everything with love and nostalgia. We never had a lot of money, but we were happy. My father worked and my mother always stayed at home. When the children began to arrive, the place became too small for everyone. Mom always insisted on moving us to another place, a safer one. But my father always had a weakness for alcohol. The money was not enough. Go to other place? It sounded impossible. Our childhood, however, was happy. My mother loved to bake and was gleaning selling her breads and sweets. The laughs