He descended from Elijah's room with the parents of the aforementioned. Upon receiving a call from Rebekah, Fox promptly contacted his good friend's parents, and they all returned home with their siblings. Josh contacted one of his doctor friends, who arrived within minutes and examined their son. The doctor informed them that their son had experienced an alteration, causing him to lose consciousness. Karla and the twins were all concerned, but the 18-year-olds tried to soothe their mother. Josh couldn't comprehend how his son had suffered such an episode in the short time they had been gone. "He'll be fine," Steban, the doctor and friend of everyone, reassured Josh. "His blood pressure has dropped, and he'll sleep for a few hours." "But..." Sam interjected. "What caused it?" "I don't know," Steban replied truthfully. "But whatever he saw, it wasn't good," he sighed, pulling on his black jacket. "I'll come back later," he told Josh as they exited the room. Meanwhile, Karla was so
His gaze travelled to the side of the bed. "What the heck happened to the nightstand?" she asked as she entered the room and carefully picked up what he had said. The lamp had broken, along with one of the science prizes on top of it. "It fell," he answered with a chuckle, and his mother gave him a dirty look. He walked over to her and helped her with the broken glass, carrying them to a small trash can in the corner by the window. He leaned out of the window while his mother arranged the garbage can. Looking down, he saw Melia, their gazes colliding, but she quickly turned on her heels and disappeared. "Why are you smiling so much?" his mother asked, placing the tray of food on the chest. Elijah looked at her. "I'm not smiling."He looked back to the street, and when he did, his brow furrowed as he noticed Melia was no longer there. But at what point...? He only stopped looking for a fleeting second. He closed the curtains and looked back at his mother."I was just admiring the vie
"At the age of twelve, she had won the affection of everyone around her. Not a single soul could bring themselves to hate her, let alone harbor any negative feelings towards her," Professor Collins recited to the class, pacing back and forth with his eyes glued to the book in front of him. He seldom looked up to see if his students were paying attention."Her mother, Karina, had instilled in her daughter the invaluable lesson of loving and appreciating others unconditionally. Every afternoon, Karina would take Melia on a walk around the palace, holding her hand as they explored. Melia was a curious child; anything and everything caught her attention. "'Mother, why does everyone love me?' she would ask Karina at random intervals. Karina would look down at her daughter, her own gaze meeting Melia's bright brown eyes, and reply with a smile: "Because every angel is loved." Melia would beam with joy and Karina would plant a gentle kiss on her daughter's head. Professor Collins pushed hi
Melia observed him with a mix of amazement and amusement, her smile reflecting his own happiness at discovering something he deemed unlikely. It seemed to her that in this day and age, people were easily amazed by the smallest things. She couldn't help but draw a comparison to the way she felt when she first laid eyes on Shakespeare himself, standing before her. "I hear you loud and clear," she heard him exclaim in disbelief, his voice barely above a whisper. She remained seated on the bleachers, watching him with curiosity as he paced back and forth, his fingers running through his unkempt, dirty white hair. Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curio
"Only a week," he murmured to himself as they made their way to the bus stop to wait for Elijah's father. "Just one..." "You've been at it the whole way, Fox," Rebekah observed. "I know," Fox replied wearily. "But it's just...it's going to be a long week, and I'm afraid that asshole Park is going to do something to Elijah." When they arrived at the rectory, Rector Bob engaged Fox and Jackson in a conversation, but the two boys continued to exchange heated glares and engage in verbal sparring. Bob asked them to explain the reason for their fight, and Fox spoke first, recounting what had happened. Jackson immediately began contradicting and changing the story, which sparked a fierce argument between the two. Bob eventually tired of the argument and decided to arrest Fox for all the hits, while Jackson claimed he had been completely innocent. When Elijah and Rebekah arrived, the rector gave Elijah a disapproving look that made him feel as though everything that had transpired was his
With a growl, Melia tried to make something happen, but instead the opposite of what she wanted occurred. "Did you think it would please you, little Jahjah?" she asked, her mouth close to his ear as she took his chin and forced him to look at her. "Look at me," she demanded. Elijah's eyes were closed, his breathing agitated, and his face filled with fear. Melia growled again. "I will give you no pleasure," she replied. "No more, no less. I will do only what you desire so badly." She watched as Elijah finally opened his eyes and, though still afraid, he found the courage to look at her face. "I don't need you to do it," he mumbled, pulling Melia's hand away from his chin and releasing her grip roughly. "I can do it myself." "Really?" she laughed mockingly. "You're too weak to do something like that," she said as she approached Elijah, who was backing away. "Look around you, Elijah," she commanded, standing behind him. "You'll find no good in the afterlife." She whispered close to his
"Stop your complaining," she said for the fourth time as they continued to walk. "How can I not?" he replied, shivering from the cold. He attempted to warm himself with his hands, but it proved insufficient. He was wet, dirty, and growing increasingly frustrated with the girl next to him. "Aren't you cold?" he asked, and Melia shook her head. "I don't believe it." "Don't believe it," she shrugged. "You're clearly exaggerating. It's not even that cold." "We're in London," he exclaimed. "In the middle of winter." "Is it my fault that you got wet?" she asked him. "No," she responded, giving Elijah a scornful look. "Look at me like that again, and you'll see what I'm capable of doing to you." "I'm dying to see it," he said sarcastically. Melia stopped walking, and Elijah looked at her as he approached. Melia's expression indicated that she felt like throttling him. That's a good point, Elijah. "What the fuck do you have against me?" Melia finally broke the silence. "I don't know. I
His eyes widened in astonishment. His mouth was ajar and he felt that what he was seeing must be a dream. Did he have before him what looked more like a mansion than a palace? He closed and opened his eyes again and again. How was it possible that behind those big trees was that big house? " This is my cave," Melia told him in a tone that gave Elijah the impression that she was seconds away from rubbing his face in what he saw with astonishment. " So that before you speak, think. "What if I don't want to,?" he asked. " Besides, how the hell is such a mansion hidden behind big trees? " Easy, sorcery. " Lies. " It's up to you if you don't believe me. " She said and started walking. The snow-haired man did the same, still in awe. In front of him was a mansion on the four winds, ancient, detailed. It appeared to be four stories high, covered in bright, neutral colours that illustrated the designs of the 17th century. The façade and roof were dark, white, yellow, red and grey giving