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
The conversation had taken a wrong turn. He was not talking about human dishes; he was referring to a different type of food, vampire food. And he confirmed her thoughts by adding. “The same goes with blood. I like it salty with a hint of spice.”She wanted him to stop talking. At the same time, she wanted him to never stop. He made her nearly wonder if blood really tasted good, despite her being a hunter. Her rationality flew out of the window. The environment must be doing tricks on her. Suddenly, her hands felt so sweaty. Since one was on his arm, he might feel the evaporating heat through his sleeve. Her nerves went stiff with tension, she took them off of his arm to hide it. Around them, tree branches lowered, shading them from view, as though they were alive. “What’s wrong?” he rasped. “No–nothing,” she stuttered, moving away.“Wrong answer…”A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, including the ones not so much a thought. If he did something threatening, she would in
“Don’t go!” the old man shouted behind her. Danica didn’t look back. She knew it! He didn’t want her to know what his prince was doing. It must be Marcus! She removed her heels, for they were slowing her down.The scream kept coming. Bastard! She cussed in anger and fear for her friend, running past numerous rooms. The further she went, the grimmer the hallway became. Along the twists and turns, there was nobody else, none of the guests were here, given there was no noise apart from that voice and loud slams coming from one place. The Doors were closed. She had to navigate depending on her ears. The last door was open.“PLEASE!” Marcus’s voice was raw, unrecognizable. An impact shook the walls, and she entered.She found him on the floor, face down. Danica had a pistol in her hand; she aimed it at the torturer, him, who didn’t seem concerned by her presence. “You shouldn’t be here,” reprimanded Reign, picking him up with one hand. He threw him to the opposite wall. This was the slam