Sam firmly knotted the facemask over Candy's head. She had to tie it well because she recalled how Candy tricked her while they played 'hide and seek' in the house. Candy would trickly extend the mask away from one of her eyes so she could easily find Sam. Yet again, she suspected her just as she caught hold of Edward. Now it was his turn.Candy chuckled as she watched Sam tie the mask over his face as well. The way she carefully, yet slowly shifted his long-minted, thick black hair aside so that she could find the ropes. She wanted to take more of her time to adore his hair using her hand to intertwine it to a curl. The fragrance and the thickness of his hair was like…Truly, his hair was sweet to her. "Ahh…" He hissed as she used her finger to poke through his hair."Am sorry. It's a bit difficult to knot, she lied and began to do it quickly, Does it hurt?" She quickly added. "A Little." He answered with a mumble that even Candy didn't hear. She supported him by standing in the
The Grand Elders of the Volturi gathered again in their meeting room. A room that exuded a powerful and devilish aura. Though it came from the Grand Elders themselves. Grand Elders doesn't mean they were too old and had walking sticks to support their movement. They had lived for many Centuries but still, they looked young and agile except their head and Layla who were the youngest.The ten of them sat on each right and left wing of the chairs as if waiting for someone more superior while the Drudge Vampires refilled each cup, every now and then. It was as if the animal's blood tasted better to them.Layla's eyes shoned with anticipation as she stared at the curtains for signs. The way it hung delicately from the frame as if dancing from a touch of breeze. She had always liked him even when he kept a distance from her.Suddenly, her smiles appeared as he appeared from the curtain, bringing a welcome pop of aura in the room. The curtain was a creamy brown, the type that glowed golden
Back at the Jules Pack Werewolves castle, everything else happened slowly as everyone hoped for Alpha Marcus to wake up. The third time that the Seer came to the fourth floor, he left no good impression. When he finished applying the antidote on Alpha Marcus, his face turned gloomy as if he forgot to add a particular ingredient to his antidote. Probably, the special ingredient that could wake him up.He was the only powerful Seer that the Werewolves had. One intriguing thing about this man was his physique. His head was was covered with thick fur throughout, a pair of mono brows and blue eyes. His fangs, on his upper and lower jaw permanently poked out of his mouth and his ears too propped out in the air. The fur ended around his neck making him appear like a human from his shoulder to his feet.The stories that accompanied his birth was so pathetic as his parents abandoned him with the feeling that he was cursed.Everyone 's gaze grew intense as they waited to hear what he had to sa
He increased his pace, breathlessly and his eyes changed to golden. He thought of nothing else but Alpha Marcus. The fact that he was going to die made to hit the trees more and when his body reached its limit, he transformed into a Wolf. He became more vigorous, using his whole body to smash and uproot the trees. If he had to do this for days or weeks just so that the guilt and pain that wallowed in his heart could go, he would. He blamed himself for not saving him from those blood suckers. When he became drenched and dampened with sweats, his body longing to do more but his heart was saying 'no' to him. The forest was scattered as many uprooted trees was here and broken thick branches were there. The soil also distributed to some areas in heaps. He lowered himself down to the ground and narrowed his eyes around to see how disorganized the forest had become.********************As sunlight peered through the curtains, the room was shimmering in brightness and the scents of fried,
He teased her about how she looked chubby in the framed portrait that was hung on the wall, about how her food might taste too salty for her Mum and about how she wanted to run away in the forest calling him a monster. He was laughing loudly as he talked but he stopped as she teased him too. About how he tripped into the pool and almost drowned, calling for 'help, help', how he refused to take off the mask and his cheek blotched reddish when she took off the mask. She was laughing as well, enjoying the gloominess on his face."Okay. Am sorry." She began. Though, she was waiting for the chance to say this. Edward was quiet, no more wearing a gloomy face. "That was my fault. If I hadn't agreed to play the game perhaps, you shouldn't have tripped." For a while, they stopped everything else and focused on each other. Edward swallowed as her gentle voice breezed into him. He felt important for the first time, been apologized to by someone. He did want to cut her short from the start bec
A few Minutes later, Candy came back inside with sadness and disappointment visible on her face. She had always wished to see the procedures that involve baking a cake and she was even the one that arranged all the ingredients so that things would go smoothly.But right now, that feeling of betrayal lingered in the pit of her belly. Sam and Edward were really sorry. Sure it must be really pathetic."Should we go and talk to her?" Edward asked, a bit of worry imprinted on his face."I shall go and talk to her." Sam responded and walked to the sofa where Candy was sitting. "I will come with you." Edward followed."My sweet Candy, I am soooo sorry. I will make it up to you, I promise." Sam squatted, her hands pressing against Candy's legs. Candy's face remained unflinched from what Sam had just said as if it meant nothing to her. It truly meant nothing right now for Candy because Sam has promised to make it up to her- severally, but she never did."And You think I would believe you?" Ca
As Edward arrived at the Castle, he decided to shut down his mind to stop those feelings from drifting in. That feeling of regret and guilt. He decided to follow the front way; perhaps, someone could follow him again. First, he noticed some of his blood clan brothers discussing on the lawn each, carrying a glass of wine.When he entered the large hall that led to the first floor, he could see more people neatly dressed. Ladies wore dinner gowns while the guys sported themselves in well fitted jackets and trousers. Lights shimmered inside the hall from the chandeliers that hung from the roof and he could feel a whirl of exhilaration mixed up with the different scents of the cologne from people in the crowd.He was taking in the air around him with bewilderment, wondering why there was a party. He narrowed his eyes for traces of any of his family members. But there was non.As he squeezed himself through the crowd, his eyes caught a glimpse of an old friend that he grew up together wit
If he doesn't stay for the party in the castle, his bloodclan brothers might start searching for him. Particularly George who seems to always stick around him like a perching fly. He still promised himself to go to Western Hosbon no matter how late and he wished that Sam would forgive him.He admired himself one last time from the mirror before he went out to check on Alpha Marcus. Who was now in a deep sleep while his body was half covered with a duvet, thick and soft. He met Alice on the way as he was about to go to her room.Her handmaids had already done a clean job from what he was seeing. She was wearing a pale, blue dinner gown trimmed in delicate white lace. Her shinny, black hair was tied at the back while her lashes flickered in shyness. She was happy and scared too.She was happy that she could finally meet people after many years in her desolation. She was also happy that she wasn't left to stay alone in her room with those maids that shot a saucy look at her every now or