*Alison’s Point of View*
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How am I gonna escape from his hold? My shoulders are in total pain, and he’s about to eat my head. Damn, he got awful breath.
I kept on holding his neck to make his big nasty mouth away from my face while I kept trying to kick him, but it was no use.
"Ali!" Blair yelled, and I couldn't see her anywhere.
"This monster is very strong... I can't… I can't... Aaaargh!" I can barely say anything since I'm losing strength.
Then Blair shoots a fireball at him, but he seems unmoved. He started to get burned, and finally, he moved away from me while he was busy killing the fire around his body.
"Are
*Blair’s Point of View* --- "You're pretty much stronger than I thought, Hybrid." He spoke with a horrid voice. The werewolves indeed become bigger and stronger as the moon rises from the east. And I know that the witches have no match with these monsters. "Oh, really? I thought you were much stronger than I thought. Is that all that you've got?" I sneered, and clearly, it's pissing him off. I want to measure how strong this monster is. Then Damien attacked me, but he was just so slow, especially now with his bigger body. He growled and attacked me again with his claw
*Cassandra’s Point of View* --- As I am crying and staring at my best friend's dead body, I felt something that has been building up around me. Its power is familiar. It's Blair's force field. I looked in her direction, and she's all on fire. Then her opponent's arm that has been holding her started to fade. And later on, everything around her turned to ashes. Oh, no! I tried to escape from her force field, but I couldn't. It's too strong. "Claude! Stop!" I heard Aunt Claudia's scream while she's also struggling to be free from the force field that Blair created around every witch. I could feel that Blair is up to
*Blair’s Point of View* --- “Hey, girl! Watch it!” I yelled at the dumb human who just bumped into me. And guess what? Unfortunately, she fell on the floor with all her coffee splashed in her dress. What a weak creature. But I don't know if it was hot, though. But I couldn't care less. “What the hell!” She cursed as she got up on her own. Why would I help her? She's the one who bumped into me. I'm the victim here! Then I kept my phone in my jacket's right pocket, and I just raised an eyebrow at her without saying anything. I'm about to turn around to leave the crime scene when she speaks again... or should I say yell. S
*Blair’s Point of View* --- “Shut the hell up, you f**king clock!” I shouted as I reached for the noisy thing on the nightstand and the alarm clock turned into pieces as I threw it to the wall. Monday, and I really hate this day. But no matter how much I hate it, it still comes. It's like a lifetime curse that you cannot run away from. Like, who the hell likes Monday? Well, I do like it if there are no classes. “What was it, Blair?” Marge yelled as she hurried to my room and came in. Then I just buried my face in my pillow. “Okay, you just broke your clock. That was still new. First time using it, and it's now dead. Nice. Very nice. I should have glued it there.” She remarked, and I'm sure that her hands are on
*Blair’s Point of View* --- “PRYCE WINSLEY ACADEMY.” I read the name of the school that Marge enrolled me in. This one seems like a good place. Better than my previous school. 'Act like a human and be a human.' I thought to myself as I got off my bike and pulled the helmet off of my head. It's only what I need to think of all the time. No one would probably know that I am a vampire, not unless I'll announce. And if there would be one that would know, there is only one person I can blame— Marge. “Well, this will surely be another one hella year of boredom,” I mumbled as I walked through the hallways with a sea of noisy human students. Some of them are staring at me, and others are letting out murmurs with t
*Pryce’s Point of View* --- “Miss Winsley, you can proceed to your classroom now. It's almost time for your first subject.” Said the principal, who was my mom's best friend. 'Was', because my mother, Prescilla Karstensen-Winsley, died in a plane crash when I was still ten years old. She left me with my dad, but I don't live in his mansion now because I already have my own house. “Okay, Mr. Burton, just inform me if you need something or if there are any changes,” I told him as I picked up my purse and stood up from the chair fronting his table. I have been assessing him on what to do for the future meeting with the faculty this coming Friday. One of my jobs is to ensure that my employees are all comfortable with
*Blair’s Point of View* --- Why is it that when you're at school, the time moves so freaking slow? F*ck my life for it. One of the places that I don't want to be is at school. It's just like a deep, dark, and creepy dungeon for me. But everybody had no choice, just like me. We're gonna be here for the whole damn school year. Sh*t! I got to stop cursing. Marge will surely kill me if she could read my mind. Damn, I should listen to the teacher now. And it's four, three, two, one. *Bell rings*. Haha, lunch break! I was glad that the stunning blondie beside me didn't bother to approach and annoy me the whole morning. And I
*Pryce’s Point of View* --- How dare she talk back at me and run away just like that? I swear, I'm going to kill her the harder way. No one has ever done it to me. Ever! She better be ready because I won't let this pass like the last time she messed up with me. “What are you all looking at? Mind your own things.” I asserted to everybody here in the canteen, and automatically, their heads turned back to their proper places. “We-we're sorry, Miss Winsley.” The captain stammered, and I just nodded at them then headed straight to the canteen's door. I just lost my appetite, and it's because of that freak. I will just go to the library to check the books that have arrived this morning. And I need a silent place to gi