After the game, he called three of us closer to him. I knew what he would say, and he would praise Solomon and Zack. "You three were exceptionally brilliant today," he praised. "Thanks, coach," Zack appreciated with a smirk. "Where were you yesterday, Walker?" he asked with a raised brow. Zack looked at me in anger. "I caught a cold yesterday," he lied, not removing his eyes from me. "That's strange," the coach pointed out. "Hawthorne was sick too. What a weird coincidence". "How are you feeling, Solomon?" he asked. "I feel much better, thanks," he convinced. Coach nodded. "You and Walker were brilliant today," he praised again, confirming what I had read from his mind earlier. "I see you too as first team members real soon." "You, to
"I think we should bury this again," Solomon suggested. I looked at him, puzzled. "Why?" I asked. "We need to keep the police out of this. And by keeping the police out of this, we will keep them from discovering the darkness in this city", he explained. I nodded in understanding. "You think the vampire hunter did this." "Yes." I sighed. "Solomon, if the vampire hunter did this, that means..." "That means he also killed Mr. Brown, and his body is buried somewhere here," Solomon said through gritted teeth. "Let us find the body then," I said and zoomed into the forest behind the house. I searched everywhere close to the home and found nothing. "Desmond!" I heard Solomon call again, and I dashed toward him. I arrived and saw him standing above a dugout ground. He was panting and staring down at a body half decayed. It was Mr. Brown's. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes, infuriated. The Vampire hunter had just left another mark in town. "Let us cover him up and leave," I
She picked up two cupcakes from the tray and handed me one. I got it and took a bite of it. It was as tasty as it smelt, exorbitantly delicious. I had to give it to her, and she did a good job. "Hope, this is delicious," I acknowledged. "Thanks," she said stiffly. I sighed and kept the cupcake down. She watched me quietly. I walked closer, and she moved backward until her butt hit the counter's edge. End of the road, I smiled. We looked at each other in the eyes, our breath the only thing that pierced through the silence. I had kissed her once, and that was without permission. I hated myself for that. But now, she was wide awake, her heart pounding again in her ribs, and we came face to face, a few inches apart. I bet she knew what was about to happen. "You are angry at me," I pointed out. "Why?". "I'm not," she said, out of breath. She was probably mesmerized by my presence close to her. She held her breath. I stared at her lips as she spoke, and they were so beautiful, still
WINEKOVE.I dragged my luggage sluggishly into the sitting room. It was a long journey back home, and the bite on my neck wasn't helping. I dropped the bags in front of the couch and slumped on it, tired. I didn't know how much I could keep this up.Solomon walked in and stopped to look at me. He saw me breathing heavily, shook his head, and went upstairs. He still hadn't forgiven me. I was starting to have the feeling that he never would. I sighed and zoomed upstairs with my luggage.I entered my room slower than I had expected. I could run as fast as the speed of sound, but right now, it didn't seem so. The bite was messing me up. I would have to visit Zack soon enough. I didn't even know if I had the strength to do so.The doorbell rang, and I sped downstairs. I opened the door and was surprised to see Jocelyn and Zion. Jocelyn looked at me sternly. She was still scared that I was going to kill her and Zion. I planned on it. She didn't like me much, and the feeling was mutual."Wha
I woke up the next day tired. I was too feeble even to move. I touched my forehead, and I was as hot as hell. I was also sweating profusely because my hands were sticky. I sighed, winced, and sat on my bed slowly. I didn't know how long I would last like this. If things continued at this rate, I would have to request to be stabbed again. The pain was excruciating. I dragged the collar of my shirt and looked at the bite. It was getting nastier. I sighed and covered it back."Desmond!" Solomon called from downstairs. "You have a visitor."I wondered why he shouted when he knew I could hear him. My head was pounding, and his shout made things worst. I sighed and got off the bed. I walked down the stairs slowly, hoping it would lessen the pounding in my head, but it didn't. It took me almost five minutes to walk down the stairs. I finally arrived in the sitting room and saw Jocelyn, Zion, and Solomon chatting. Well, they seemed to have formed some friendship.Solomon turned and faced me
I didn't know how to start. Or instead, where to start. The fact that everybody was here made things even more challenging for me. I hadn't told Solomon about what happened last night yet, and I knew he would get mad when I started talking. I knew I was never going to get that apology accepted after this. "Hope,"Solomon called. "What is the matter?". "Let Desmond speak first,"she said gently. Everybody turned and looked at me. Solomon looked at me with a raised eyebrow, certainly intrigued about what I was about to say. "Go on, Desmond,"Solomon prompted. I sighed. "Hope knows I am a vampire,"I confessed. Solomon stood up, shocked. He looked at me and clenched his jaws. "What?!"he said. "I saw him speed into my room yesterday and knock out Melissa,"Hope added. "What is going on here?"Zion asked. "Let me explain!"I demanded. Everybody kept quiet and sat, eager to hear what would come from my mouth. I hoped she wouldn't creep out and tell the whole city because her mother was
Solomon and I stood on the lawn before Mr. Hermott's house. It was strangely in the middle of the forest like ours, but it wasn't as glamorous as ours was. It was more of a bungalow. Somewhat of a cabin, but much bigger and better than that. I still didn't understand why Mr. Hermott wanted to see us. It just didn't sit right with me. I didn't plan on coming here, but Solomon had pressured me to. I clenched my teeth as he rang the doorbell. The door opened immediately, and Mr. Hermott appeared. He flashed us a smile as he recognized us. It was strange to see a man like Mr. Hermott smile. It looked devilish and manipulative, even though it was meant to be friendly. "Solomon. Desmond", he said. "I'm glad you came. Please, come in." Solomon smiled and walked in. I placed my hands in my jacket, not intrigued, and walked into the house. It was brightly lit and looked much bigger. It was also glamorous. Maybe I judged it too early. The place was warm and cozy. Solomon and I took a sit on
After much contemplation, I switched directions and headed toward "The House of Delusions."I arrived at the bar some seconds later. I needed some shots to take my mind off, Hope. I couldn't believe I was in love with her. I thought I had hated her for so long, not knowing I couldn't decipher my feelings for her. It was the love I felt and not unending hatred. I sighed and stared at the door of the bar. The last time I came here, I had fought with some men and brutally wounded them. I had a little contact with Hope before I came here. It seemed my life revolved around her, but I didn't notice until now. I gulped hard and walked into the bar. The bar smelt of alcohol and blood. I hungered for blood. I need blood to calm down my nerves. Blood with alcohol would do the trick. I wanted the blood to go down my throat slowly and cool down my demons. And I liked the alcohol to fire up my neurons and make the feeling of the realization fade away. I sat on a stool at the wooden counter, and