Every set of eyes turned to the direction of the imposing voice. Sure enough, there stood Hades, hair disheveled and dress shirt ripped in places, giving a peek at his tattoos. Blood dripped from several cuts on his body. I'd be running with ointment and bandages if I didn't know about his miraculous healing power like Wolverine. Even in this state he looked like he could give the perfect shot at an action themed photoshoot for the America's top model. He stomped on something, and it flew in the air, landing in his hand. In the next blink of an eye, he hurled it, and something warm and wet splashed all over my face. The man holding me by the hair loosened his grip and collapsed on my feet. The other one let out a snarl, canines out and ready to avenge his friend. Breathing heavy, I looked down at the unmoving body. A stake through his heart. I gasped, a cold spreading all over my body. The commotion taking place a few feet away from me didn't register in my mind as I kept starin
Drip drop. A cold feeling rolled down my cheek. "Mhm," I groaned, turning my head to the other side. Drip drip. I squeezed my eyes and tired to ignore the chill that ran through my face to my neck. Drip. Who the hell left the faucet running? The thought evaporated when I remembered I wasn't in the bathroom. I was in my room in my bed sleeping. Then what...My eyes shot open and met two dark silver orbs. They were staring. So close, so hypnotizing like a set of moons with two black holes to suck the senses out of whoever dared get close. I could just loose myself in their depths. And I would have if not for the water droplet to land right into my eye. I jerked, closing my eyes. "What the!" Opening them back, I looked up to see Hades looming over me. A scream left my lips, and I shot up to a sitting position, pushing myself against the headboard. He straightened to his full height, shirtless. His hair was soaking wet, latching onto his forehead. "What the hell are you doing
"Papa!" I shot up from my deep slumber- or drugged slumber- and frantically looked around. Nola came hovering over me, her eyes wide with concern. "It's okay. It's ok, El. You're fine." I shook my head, all the memories crashing back in my mind. "No! No, my papa. I have to save my papa." "El, calm down." Nola held me down by the shoulders, trying to put me back to sleep. "Just listen to me." "No. You don't understand, Nola. My papa. I have to- I..." Shoving her off of me, I jumped off the bed and ran to the door. "They didn't find him." I stopped and turned around. "What? Are you sure about that?" She nodded her head. "Yes. He fled before they could catch him." A sigh of relief slipped my lips, and I slumped back against the door. The injected spot in my neck throbbed, and my head felt like someone was hammering it with a bulldozer. That bastard. Anger flared back in my veins, making me see red. Striding back towards the bed, I searched it, then the bedside table, then the w
The last thing I saw before the door slammed close, were those bottomless pits of darkness in his eyes. "No, wait!" I screamed. "Wait, please!" My fists collided against the wood of the door repeatedly. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry. Please, get me out of here." Silence prevailed from the other side denoting he abandoned me. Breathing heavy, I turned around to take in my surroundings. Only it was impossible. He didn't hit me. He didn't touch me anymore.He simply left me in the basement. Alone with darkness. I had never been one to be afraid of the dark. If anything, I felt rather peaceful in it. But it was what lurked beyond that sprang my heart out into my throat. It was the tip-taps of the little feets all around that invoked the terror in my mind. It was the imaginary crawling sensation that burned my lungs. Or were they real? I shook my head, turning a blind eye to the disrupting thoughts and slowly moved on one side of the stairs on curled toes. My hand trembled as I g
"A-Al-Alpha..." Nola started, her voice timid and shook, and her gaze lowered to the floor. With a final glare my way, Hades stormed out of the room, not giving her a chance to question his command. Not long after, the sound of the front door slamming shut made us both wince in our spots. Thick, woeful silence prevailed throughout the house. I stood up, walking around the broken table and knelt down beside the clutter on the ground. My stomach churned, not from the situation but from hunger. I didn't eat more than a couple morsels of my now spoiled breakfast and hadn't eaten anything since yesterday's breakfast. Neither could I sleep last night which explained the awful throb in my head. "Ela..." I could feel Nola moving behind me, her steps jittery. After the clear order, she wasn't supposed be here anymore unless she could afford going against her Alpha which I palpably doubt she desired. But she couldn't help her kind heart. "Go, Nola," I told her. I was calm, unreasonably so
"Oh God, I have to go." Nola shot up to her feet, eyes wide with panic. I followed her to my heels, my fear spiking. "Don't leave me, please. I don't know what to do. I can't," I cried out. "You can," she assured me with her big, kind eyes. There was a sincerity like she knew something that I didn't. "J-Just try not to anger him, okay?" "Nola..." I trailed, watching as she disappeared out of the door. I couldn't force her to stay because that would probably cost her her life or worse her pack. Considering what she revealed earlier about this night and how it effected the werewolves, the former seemed more likely. It terrified me. The animalistic sounds coming from downstairs terrified me. I considered locking the door and staying in my room until this ended, but we all knew how that wouldn't protect me in this place, among these people. A painful groan tore through the house, and my heart skipped a beat. Despite my terror, I felt an urge to go downstairs and check on him. Was he
I chewed on my lips, dumbfounded, contemplating on his request which suspiciously sounded more like an order, but I decided to ignore that little fact. He closed his eyes, apparently getting tired of the probably-five-seconds of the wait. I sighed, hauling the covers and sliding in beside him. This was probably the only time he'd let me close. While I thought about changing him other times, I let go of the intention this time. I was here to help, and it wouldn't be selfless as I desired it to be if I expected something in return. Slowly, I moved closer to him. We weren't touching, but still so close I could feel the abnormal heat of his body seeping through my skin and making me shudder with a sensation of fullness. Like this was all that I needed to gain the peace I so craved. Yet this was all I couldn't have. Unknowingly, a sigh slipped my lips. I felt his hand move above my head, clearing a path to his chest. I couldn't tell if it was his way of invitation or simply a sleepin
Belle Notte Del Soprannaturali. Beautiful Night of The Supernaturals it meant. As Nola informed, it was a ball dance event arranged a day after every blood moon. Blood moon didn't just effect the werewolves, it was a critical time for all kinds of supernatural beings. So to celebrate overcoming it successfully, Pietro Caruso, an Italian elite initiated this gathering centuries ago. Now his granddaughter carried on with the celebration.I clung to Hades' side as my eyes took in the enormous ballroom ornated with white tulles, scarlet roses and soft golden lights. Gentle classics played in the background as several performers displayed their moves hanging from the air. It looked like an event straight out of the eighties or perhaps the sixties. If not for the people attending. Instead of the sixties' modest attires, the women as if had their most revealing dresses worn. Gowns with slits, low Vs, laces and what not. But their identities were hidden behind the intricate designs of thei