(Derek's POV)I could not believe I had lost control.I almost lost it.If Reagan didn't push me away, I could have sunk my fangs into her smooth delectable neck, the carotid vein visible through my preternatural eyes.Stupid, stupid Derek! Yeah, stupid me.Of course I just have to forget that I hadn't fed for two days. I had been so reliant with human food that I forgot my main nourishment - blood.Reagan's scent was overwhelming, far beyond my advanced scent could take. I lived with her for two years and I made it a point to be properly fed. I wasn't taking any chances though I'm centuries old, I could control my thirst. I've always had.Today proved that I was wrong.Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I stepped on the accelerator even more eager to get to Cathy, my personal feeder.Most vampires would prefer to hunt or go to a specific place for feeding purposes. There were a couple of them around the city and I must admit, it was a lucrative investment for pure bloods. As for co
Have you ever had that feeling when everything just doesn't make any sense?Why?I could name a few things. First, my body was acting on its own accord. Second, I just flung Ciara all the way to the parking lot. Third, I'd just go back with the second because damn, EVERYTHING didn't seemed to fit in the picture.I stared horrified at my hands. Strange it may sound, I could see strings of static all around it. I took deep calming breaths, and slowly, but surely, my hammering heart died down to its normal beat and that strong energy evaporated from my body.Ciara.I jumped at the realization and ran towards the parking lot. As much as I hated her, seeing her hurt worried me. And what's up with her hands and eyes? She looked menacing and... inhuman.I scanned for her on the lot and spotted her leaning on a car, unconscious. There was a huge dent behind her unconscious body, and I'll be damned if the owner freaks out, but that was the least of my concern.She stirred, regaining consciousn
(Derek's POV)Inside my mind, the word 'furious' was the understatement of the century.Having a manipulative and controlling mother had in the space below my rib cage and above my stomach, started a burn of rage. Things were bad enough without consulting me that a date had been set for the wedding."What?" I screamed into the phone. "You or even Alexis didn't bother asking if it's alright?"My mother sighed, "Derek, darling, calm down. This is not something to fuss about."I scoffed at this. Trust my mother to ignore my flaring temper which she caused. "You expect me to calm down after you drop a bomb on me? Are you that eager to marry me off so early that you scheduled it two months away?! You're crazy! Both you and Alexis are crazy!"She gasped, "Derek! Don't you dare raise your voice at me!""You know what? I've had enough! I had enough of your manipulation, your schemes; I'm sick of it.""Derek Josef Kolinkar, watch your language." She scolded."This marriage is good for our clan
I was running.Harder and faster than I had ever run in my life. Trees flashed past the way. It was only a matter of time my legs would hurl me forward, feet flying from something too terrible to face."Kill Derek. Kill the purebloods."Shaking those thoughts away, I willed myself not to listen to that voice."You were born for this. Fulfill the prophecy."Derek's house appeared between the distant trees. The sight of it brought a strange feeling of salvation, the way a thief might feel sighting a church, his chance at sanctuary. I sprinted harder, and soon, Derek's swimming pool appeared on my line of vision.I stumbled down to the patio that surrounded the pool, my eyes eyeing its blue depths. Part of me wanted only to drown myself, to lie on the bottom and hold my breath while my heartbeats get further and further apart, stretching, eventually reaching infinity.My reflection morphed into a different face. She had dark wavy brown hair that fell above the top curves of her supple br
(Reagan's POV)"Direct descendant, huh?"I slammed my locker shut and exhaled a sigh. Here we go.I spun around and gave Bryson a small smile. "You could say that. How did you know?"He shrugged. "Ciara. She told me a few days ago. As Alerians, we were obligated to know our history."I frowned. Does he know the true origins? Would it change the fact if I tell him the truth? I think it was best to throw in the oblivious card."What do you know?" I asked innocently.He half smiled."It's a long story. We could go somewhere and talk?"I thought for a bit. If I get to hear his side of the story, I could narrow things down, and maybe find some answers. I shrugged. "I got nothing else to do, and school's over for the day."He smiled gratefully. "Cool. How about we go to our usual hang out spot?"I moaned. Not The Lounge. They had the best pudding in the history of dessert madness.He chuckled at my reaction. "I know what you're thinking, Ree. That's why I chose that place. Besides, it's the w
(Reagan's POV)My conversation with Bryson had my thoughts working like clockwork in search for the truth.It was uncanny for Purebloods and Alerians to fabricate a story that held great importance such as this, but for what? Hindering the descendants to know the truth? Too ashamed that such breed existed due to unlikely consortion? When my dad finds Sephrina's grave, I hope exhuming her body would give us something to break this prophecy. If she did have the journal with her, as what that trusted Alerian historian claimed.Killing the ignition, I got out from my car and slammed the door shut. My spirits somehow dwindled day by day since the revelation. Each day when I wake up, I dread the feeling of wanting to kill the man I love."The one you love is the one you'll kill," I muttered sarcastically under my breath.Funny that I still managed to conjure dark poetry lines in dire situations such as this, or maybe I had gone to the deep end.Yeah, right. Maybe Derek would haul ass me to
(Reagan's POV)"If you didn't dawdle at the last minute Cooper, we could've gotten at the airport earlier, but nooo! You just have to stuff more useless things in your damn suitcase!" I growled and nudged him roughly on his shoulders, looking for our designated seats.He shot me an annoyed look. "My prank book and accessories are not useless things, Reagan. You'll never know it might come in handy," with one last look at my irritated expression, he snapped his face front and continued looking for his seat.Derek booked three first class plane tickets bound for Athens, Greece. Why three? Cooper insisted, more like forced, us to have him tag along. He said and I quote,'I don't plan on missing the Indiana Jones experience'.I thought it was too much of Derek to go all out, though I'm content with economy class. I knew he was extremely wealthy, but come on! It wasn't like we were staying on the plane for a long period of time. But, I was outnumbered. It was two against one, and imagine th
(Derek's POV)I woke after an hour of comatose sleep, feeling the thirst for blood searing in my throat. The room wasn't that dark. The lampshades that perched on both ends of the headrest pooled on the bed, gleaming off Reagan's skin. Her presence alone amplified my thirst, and it took all my will power to control myself. I didn't want another repeat like the last time.Staring at the love of my life's sleeping figure, I sighed and reached out to stroke her rosy cheek. Even in slumber, she still looked achingly beautiful, like an angel sent down from heaven to torture me with her beauty and charm.Wow, Derek. That was so cheesy.Not only that, I just had to chuckle softly at the irony of my thoughts. If this was torture, I would gladly take it any day, or better yet, for the rest of my immortal life.My hand moved to her soft brown locks, stroking them languidly. It was soft and smooth, as always whenever I twirled a lock out of habit. From there, my fingers traveled cautiously to he