And yet, after a half-an-hour wait, Danica was still alone. The whispers had stopped for a long while. For her age, ‘she’ might need more time to prepare. With that thought, she tried to relax, but couldn’t with all the worries. She stared at the colorful shapes on the table and the carpet near her feet, trying to calm herself. Through the stained glass of the windows, near the ceilings, the sunlight had transformed into red, yellow, and blue patterns. After staring at them for an unbeknownst amount of time, she shook her head and headed out of the study room to ask if everything was alright. She couldn’t go back empty-handed. Marc’s life was in danger. Steve was nowhere to be found; neither in the entrance hall nor in the kitchen. e living room was the same. She approached the stair to take a glance upstairs or call out, perhaps. As she stood at the foot, she heard people talking: two, most likely Steve and Ms. Donna. This time was a lot more than mumbles. “Why didn’t she bring t
“You…” she uttered in amazement. Her mind was on her weapons beneath her dress. If she threw a dagger into his heart, he would likely avoid it. He was too fast.“Be careful,” he warned behind her. The simple two words sounded like a threat, just like the little pet name he uttered earlier. Was that intentional or an accident?For a few seconds, he stood right behind her. He put his hands on the back of her seat briefly. ‘What was he trying to do?’ she wondered in frustration. ‘This was ‘him’! It must be!’When she was about to jump up and face him, he strolled past her, towards the other end of the table. The suit as pale as bones hadn’t made the person appear softer. It just made him colder, and out of place despite the environment with the similar shade.The words caught in Danica’s throat as he, none other than the vampire prince, sat down opposite her. He was a beautiful bastard, and she now despised it. How could everything be an accident?Her eyes trailed his movements. The devi
The table was stained dark red. The wine glasses were overturned by the swish of air he had caused. The heady liquid had dripped down and dampened the hemline of her dress. Since she had not taken a sip of her glass, it seemed to soak everything. Danica looked up at his fiery eyes as he towered over her. The pigments of deep scarlet had taken over the irises, which sometimes appeared to be drained any color. With his jaw set and his eyes burned, he might set her soul on fire if he could. “Ugh,” she gasped, from the dull pain in her right hand. His long fingers were around her wrist, to wrestle away the gun. He was almost twisting it. Hate filled her heart. “I’ll kill you,” she declared.“Do it,” he enunciated. “Kill me.”She jerked her knee towards his most sensitive parts. He avoided it, but doing so, he dropped her arm. She took that opportunity to slide out the wooden dagger. He stopped it, and his hand ended up on her thigh. She felt his fingers brush her inner thigh briefly.
A few of them glanced in her direction, from talking by their vehicles, one of which was slightly different from the other two. Four in uniforms and two in suits—a man and a woman. In a heartbeat, their gaze changed from curiosity to animosity. A couple too many people for a simple patrol; this was serious.“Danica Galant?” the man in the suit strode forward, in front of the headlights. Behind him, all of them drew their guns.Likewise, her hand reached for hers before she reminded herself that being armed in front of the uniformed people was not the wisest decision.“I am her. What happened?” she asked calmly.“Put your hands up where I can see them,” he raised his voice. “Why?” “Stop. Walking,” he spat out, raising his gun. The others did the same. “Stop right there. Not another step!” “Okay.” she halted in her tracks, puzzled by their aggressive stances. “I said. Put your hands up,” he repeated, his tone thoroughly hostile.From one of their cars, indistinguishable voices rang
Steve chortled, amused by the huntress’s anxious attempt to catch him, all the way back to his home. She had been chasing after a car, on foot, like a crazy girl, her dress flowing, and they didn’t give a damn. He saw her face hitting the street. That was so funny. She was a stupid, stupid girl. A human like her was no match for him. Under normal circumstances, he would have shooed her away as the first time he met her. Having to apologize to her was him stooping low. That had been fine, he gritted his jaw. Living in a mortal territory was so irksome. Driving a car as a human. The tires ground the uneven street; they made grating noises. The cottage was around the corner. They had chosen this far end of Umbre City where any soulless creature who knew them was miles away.Celine must be already in her bedroom, asleep. She slept too often. The woman was old for a mortal. Despite living in the same house, they were different in every way. Look how she bothered meeting the girl yesterda
“A vampire helped you to do it,” she added. Somebody snapped their fingers in satisfaction.“Liar!” she couldn’t help shrieking.She threatened her with something that didn’t make sense at all. People don’t get electric chairs for something like this anymore. Still, Elaine’s parents had power and money. They could mess up her non-existent life. “Take her away.” This came from the detectives, directed at her.The two officers approached. Something wet dripped down her cheek. The slap had cut her. She could not wipe it off as the officers made her hands immobile. Elaine was led back to the exit. For herself, they were hauling her to the adjoining hallway. Through the maze of desks, another ORP officer, a younger-looking one, hurried down. He said something to the detectives she couldn’t hear. By the look of it, they were disgruntled with hands waving and heads shaking. She was nearly out of the room when Wright glared in her direction and made a gesture to stop. The young officer c
Steve couldn’t differentiate Master’s complicated feelings towards the girl. Did he hate her or did he… Master was not someone who hid his feelings normally–if he did have feelings in the first place. He admired him for many things, including his void of emotions. When it came to her though, he could be so moody. He ran away out of fear but not of her. Master could be merciless, everyone knew that. Since she was a hunter, she was no stranger to getting her hands dirty. She would try to kill the old bitch after he left. Something sharp nicked at his bare feet. That didn’t hurt him, just a simple knowing. A broken ceramic it was. He was on the highway. An express coach drove down the intersection. Passengers inside, pumping up with red blood. He imagined. The bus wouldn’t stop; it had already passed him by. He gazed at the horizon. He knew he was going to be summoned soon. He’d have to meet him. He wanted to. ***Her green eyes reflected in the sheen of the blade as she swung her ka
The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?“He didn’t come along with us.”“Did he tell you I must come? Is that his order?” “You should be flattered, my lady.” She remained on the sidewalk. The butler was gone without answering her question. She would not attend it. She had dire situations. In the apartment, she placed the envelope away, together with the book, that disproved an assumption of hunters. The ability that could twist the memories around–to an extent. It had been real; the former vampire king had that, neglecting the way he had g