I woke up to find myself in rags. I looked around the empty parking lot, trying to recall what happened. Then everything came flooding back quickly. The Chanter twins discovered I was a vampire and set me on fire to kill me. Foolish of them not to know that I couldn't die. I grumbled to my car and kick-started the engine. It roared smoothly to life and shifted the gear, reversing out of the parking lot. I shifted the gear once more, stomped my foot on the gas pedal, and zoomed out of school in my black Audi. I couldn't believe they were so brave to stand up against me. They probably didn't know who I was. If they did, they wouldn't have approached me in the first place, knowing I was dangerous, and would have had their head bulldozed off before they could even utter an alphabet. I swerved into the driveway and killed the engine, storming out of the car and heading straight for the basement. I could hear the screams of Zack as he transformed into his wolf form, and they sang like m
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trembling. "You are supposed to be dead." I chuckled softly, and it startled her. She looked so fragile now compared to the flamboyant girl that incinerated me at our school's parking lot. I felt it was the fear of my wrath that got her trembling. "Well, you have to do more than set me on fire if you want to eradicate me," I suggested with a wicked smile. "Now be a good girl and invite me in or I will do so without your consent," I ordered. "Jo, who is that at the door?" I heard a woman call from inside. "Mum, you won't like what you're about to see," she advised, looking back into the house. "Let me see" was the last thing I heard before the door was enlarged to accommodate the visual of a woman who looked like Jocelyn but in a bigger version. She looked at us, and our eyes widened in fear. "Jocelyn, go inside now!" she ordered, not removing her eyes from us. "But mum..." she began grumbling. "Inside now!" she barked this time, and Joce
I dashed forward, jumped up with super strength, and clenched her windowpane. I lifted myself with ease into her room. I stood far from the bed and watched her sleep. I could hear her breathe in and out slowly. I felt a sudden urge to touch her. I dashed to the bed and enjoyed a pleasant view of her. Through the darkness, I could see her calm face as she slept. Her head was cast to the side as she lay on her back. I felt my left hand caress her cheek softly, and it felt good. It cured the disappointment I felt for Solomon instantly. I felt at ease like I was freed after being held by a tight knot. I bent over and placed a kiss on her forehead. It was time for me to leave, I wanted to stay till daybreak, but I knew I needed to rest. Suddenly, the lights came on, and she rose swiftly from bed. She looked at me and became startled as she recognized me. I became terrified quickly. She had caught me red-handed. This wasn't supposed to happen. "Desmond?" she called out. "What are you doin
Marseille, France. 1604. I could see her beauty from the hat, which partially veiled it. Her blue gown covered her feet and swept the floor behind her as she graced through the dully-lit streets. It was dangerous at this time of the night for such a beautiful girl as her. And it was more difficult than I was eyeing her. The chariot I was in moved slowly, giving me enough time to access her and her beauty. I quickly stopped the chariot and got down from it. I walked up to her, and she smiled as my face came into view under the moonlight. My handsome features mesmerized her quickly. "Good evening," I greeted softly. "Why is a beautiful woman like you walking alone on these dangerous streets?". "No gentleman has obliged to pick me up," she answered, fidgeting with her fingers. "Well, luck is on your side because I cannot bear to see you walk on these streets alone," I said. "Come with me to my chariot, and I shall shelter you for the night. You can return to where you live tomorrow
••• The cab pulled over at a house that seemed a little secluded from the other houses around it. Solomon paid the driver, and we stepped out of the cab. We stared at the home for some seconds, then clenched my teeth. It was simply a reflex action. "Here we are," he announced with a grin. "And you are sure he knows based on what we are looking for?" I asked. "He does," he answered. "And what are we looking for again?" I asked. "Let's just go in, Desmond," he said sternly and clenched his teeth. He walked unto the porch and knocked on the door. I walked towards the porch, my shoes crunching each time they stepped on the substantial amount of snow that coated the ground. The shoulders of my overcoat had already been covered with snow for the little moment withstood outside, showing how heavy the snow was. I stood beside Solomon on the porch, and then the door opened, revealing the unaged middle-aged face of Aleksandr Karavev. The heat that was emitted from inside the house was c
MOSCOW, RUSSIA. I laid back lazily on my seat after the pilot announced we would land in ten minutes. We had even landed yet, but I already felt how cold Moscow was. I could see my breath and the snow falling heavily through the window. This was going to be a long journey. The plane landed gently on the runway and stopped as it arrived at the airport. I got our luggage and went down the stairs. It was snowing heavily. The only thing covering me heavily was the black denim jacket I wore, and considering how cold it was, people would soon start staring at me, wondering why I wasn't shivering in the cold weather. I walked with Solomon to the arrivals building and went through the routine check. When they realized we were clean, they let us go. We hired a cab, and Solomon spoke to the driver, telling him where we were headed. "Ah, Americans," the cab driver spoke, his Russian accent intruding on his English. "Yes, how did you know?" Solomon asked. "I speak three other languages; E
••• The moon was beautiful, adorning the sky together with the sky, making the night extravagantly pleasant for the party. I stepped down from our carriage together with Solomon and straightened my clothing. I wore a black suit which stopped at my knees, with a black hat and held a black staff. Solomon wore the same but with no hat. I inhaled one last time, then walked into the hall, ready to mesmerize everyone with such inhumane beauty. The woman on stage sang so beautifully. Her voice could probably blow up all the glasses and windows in the room if she continued at such high frequency. She looked at me, and I winked at her. She stopped abruptly and coughed. Some people turned to look at her. She blushed and apologized. She continued singing. I took a glass of wine from a waiter carrying a tray full of them. I leaned back on a table and watched the singer. She intrigued me just for tonight. Her brunette hair glowed in the bun that it was packed into, and her sky-blue eyes were
POLAND, 1303. "Christiana!" Solomon called out as he got down from the carriage. I rolled my eyes in disappointment as Solomon stopped our ride halfway to our destination. It was because of this same girl, Christiana Klich. My brother liked Christiana, and it was so obvious. It angered me to see them together. "Sir Hawthorne," she said in surprise, her Polish accent finding its way between her words. "What are you doing here?" she asked, still in awe. "I was headed somewhere and was surprised to spot you on the way," he explained. "Are you with your brother?" she asked, lowering her voice. She feared me because I was ruthless and strict. And I had once warned her to stay away from him. Though she didn't tell him- because I compelled her not to -she feared to be around him when I was present. "Yes," he answered. "What are you so worried about?". "It is nothing to worry about," she said, looking at the carriage. "I think you should head back to your carriage and best be on you