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"There is a huge problem in town," Dylan told me.
We were seated in the house of delusions. Not on the counter this time, but at a table behind a corner. He had called an emergency meeting with Solomon and me. Samantha was also present.
"What is it?" Solomon asked.
"Vampires are missing daily," Samantha replied. "A strange illness is eliminating some."
"We thought it was the werewolves, but they said they weren't involved in any of these," Dylan added.
I scratched my right jaw in thought. What would attack vampires and wipe them out like they were nothing? It was not the vampi
"Noah Richmond," he said, stretching his hand for a shake. I looked at his hand for a moment. I wasn't pleased he was here, though I had been expecting him. Javicia had told me about him. He was very dangerous, more dangerous than her, I supposed. And I felt he was here for the same issue. My baby. I clenched my jaws and took his hand, shaking it. He smiled at me broadly. Why did they act so friendly when they were so brutal? I couldn't blame them because that was how I acted when I was the bad guy. Maybe karma was returning the favor. I felt karma was feeling so much better, returning all the bad favors. I let go of his hand. "So, Desmond," he continued. "I heard my sister had a thing for you." I smil
Noah zoomed in and slammed his hand on my cheek. I flew and landed roughly on the ground. Solomon saw this and zoomed toward him. Noah flung his fist, but he dodged and plunged his fist into his stomach. Noah flew and smashed his back on a tree. He fell to his knees and grunted. Philomena stood beside me and watched all these happen. I didn't know if she was too weak to fight. I had never seen her fight before. We had better end this before it got out of hand. I stood up to my feet once more. Noah did the same, and he was angry. I could hear him grit his teeth. He zoomed towards Solomon and slammed his elbow on Solomon. Solomon groaned in pain and held the elbow. He immediately smashed his fist on Solomon's stomach. Then, he jumped on and side-kicked Solomon on his cheek. Solomon fell to the ground.
I sat on the porch with a bottle of 1886 in my hand. I had just finished taking a long gulp, and the burning sensation lingered in my throat. Sometimes, I wondered if the alcohol wounded my throat and if my super healing would kick in and ease the pain before I could find out. I didn't know, and I didn't care. All I knew was that it helped me when I needed it most. I took another gulp from the alcohol and stared at the night clouds. The stars were shining brightly, and so was the crescent moon. Sometimes, I wondered if Zack thought of ambushing me on a full moon and running off from town so that he couldn't give me the cure. I didn't know if this was paranoia, but I was sure he didn't like me. I was reminded of how he accused me of putting Hope through excruciating pain. I couldn't lie that I had messed up. Yes. But it wasn't par
Brother? I was seriously confused about her greetings. I tried to recall where I had seen her before. It was coming back to me slowly. The worst thing was she looked like my father, Joachim. That chin was noticeable. Even the way she smiled? How was this possible? She had silver eyes, and everybody in my family did, apart from my father. He had deep blue eyes, which were commanding and powerful. So where was she from? And why was she calling me her brother? We had no sister. We were only two kids, but I couldn't remember our lives before we became vampires. It was somehow filled with potholes. Then, it all came back to me. She was the girl that had given me that garment back in 1137. I could remember those silver eyes and black hair vividly. She was also there
I remembered. I recalled everything. That night had been one of the worst nights in our human existence. I had blamed myself for causing such torture on Florence. Father had given her deep cuts and bruises on her back from the whip. I winced each time I heard the whip land on her back. We went to the market square to look at people. We usually stayed alone, so we didn't see people that often. We had been secluded from the whole world. We couldn't blame ourselves for being that curious. We were kids. But, our curiosity led to Florence's demise. She had sacrificed so much for us when we were hungry, and I couldn't believe that I had forgotten about that so easily. Was it my fault? I was under the spell of Suzana for so many years and hadn't noticed. Even Jocelyn and Zion didn't.
I drove into the parking lot of the school and halted the vehicle. I killed the engine and got out of the car. I sighed and closed the door. Today was the first day I was going to school without Hope. Today was my first day in school, and Hope wouldn't. I was surprised when I realized this. I walked towards the hallway with my hands in the pockets of my denim jacket. The morning sun had completely bathed the parking lot. It was no more snowing, and the weather had returned to normal. It was no more humid. It was towards the end of February, and I was surprised at how quickly the weather had changed. I walked into the hallway. It was filled with chattering students who were definitely in high spirits. I didn't know why I couldn't be exuberant too. I was going to be a father soon. I had lived for more than a thousand years, and I w
I drove into the driveway of the mansion and halted the engine. Everybody got out of the vehicle, and I drove the car into the garage. I halted the Audi once more and killed the engine. I got out of the car and closed the door. I walked into the house. Hope was waiting patiently for me. She smiled and hugged me. She was looking better. It seemed like the blood was working. She had a plastic cup of blood in her hand. I felt my demons roar in my stomach, but I held them down successfully. I didn't want her to see how wild I was. I didn't want her to know that vampire side of me. "You seem to be in a good mood today," I pointed out. "The baby had stopped kicking," she announced excitedly. "That is good news," I
Two weeks had passed since Noah and Zack had fought on my lawn. The fight was still stuck in my head. It was so enthralling. The only thing I didn't like was when I had to stop them from fighting. Was it me, or was I slowly turning to Solomon? Solomon already had his hands full without him knowing. Jocelyn was seriously crushing on him, though she hadn't told me yet. I had read her mind countless times and had found this out myself. It was definitely amusing. The fact that all the girls Solomon loved always ended up dead didn't sit right with me. I didn't particularly appreciate how his love story usually ended. First, it was Christiana, and then, it was Emily. I felt bad for him because he was a good person, and he deserved to be loved and cherished. I hoped Jocelyn would give him that.