Blonde hair, dressed like a barbie doll, Elaine was a match for him. She wasn’t sure why that knowledge felt painful, not that she had ever wanted to be with him. He was gazing down at her as she looked up at him under her curled eyelashes. He had come here to meet her, to dance in a club. Danica’s feet were rooted to the spot, feeling hot and cold at the same time. How foolish she had been. Of course, he belonged to someone like Elaine, not her. History was repeating itself, reminding her of how Dave left her for Elaine. ‘Why?’ she wanted to scream when he lowered his face to hers. Was he going to kiss her? ‘Please no’, she wished although she knew that was unreasonable. She sighed in relief when he stopped midway to mutter something, instead. The two of them turned around, and she quickly hid herself between a group of teenage girls. She should turn around, embarrassed. But, she had come here for a reason. She shouldn’t care who he was with. She moved through with difficulty. For
“My name is Ignis,” he continued. A creature like him in a city apartment, her blood ran cold. Demons were the worst of all races, they came straight from hell and most of the world considered them evil. While she was gawking, he spread his arms wide to recite something inaudible. “What are you doing? Stop!” she cried at the same time when Marcus and Loyd stood at her side.She shot him, knowing there was no bullet that could hurt a demon in the magazine. The other two did the same. Marc swore. While his bullets were supposed to kill demons, they did nothing. Archdemons were much more powerful than regular demons, none of them had prepared for one to show up.“Please, you don’t need to shoot me. I’m not your enemy,” groaned Ignis, “That was a mere protection spell.”“Why are you here?” she asked. “What was that spell for?”“State your business and get the fuck out,” her friend pitched in. His voice was high-pitched, she knew he was as worried as she was. Loyd started suggesting fi
Ignis adjusted his tie, pausing. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed his forehead. His demeanor vaguely reminded her of Reign. Although they had similarities, the latter had grace she didn’t want to admit after what she had just seen.“What? What occurred?” Marc strode over. “Stop stalling. Tell me what happened.”“I have no knowledge of what exactly happened. I can’t reverse the memory he wiped off. Only he can do that, I’m afraid. By him, I mean the vampire you just saw over there.”She heard Loyd assuring him he looked perfectly fine when they first met. She was dying to know something else.“How old is he, actually? You said he is not 150 years old.”Ignis snickered. “He is much older than that. A thousand years is closer to his actual age. He is ancient, older than me.”The declaration quieted the conversation beside her. She felt almost lightheaded. “H—how is that possible? He’s the son of the current vampire monarch. Every vampire knows how old he is.”“No. He i
Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.Reign was shocked when he learned he was addicted to penetrating into her thoughts. Tasting her mind was like what humans would be to cigarettes. Or worse. He was ashamed of himself for that knowledge. How revolting he was. He cut it off as his promise to her. He ended his desire to know what she might be thinking.He took off his coat and draped it over a recliner before undoing a few top buttons of his shirt. It occurred to him to summon Mr. Hacke. Yet, he must be asleep at this hour. Along the long hallway, his shoes tapped the carpeted floor quietly. The lights were dim the way he liked. The soft glow spread across the creamy surf
“I accept your offer.”The four words that changed everything.“Dani, no!” “Excellent,” uttered the archdemon. “Your word is binding.”She would help Ignis imprison Reign, Fragor, whatever name he went by, for eternity. That was what he deserved for all his sins; she could already imagine his face when he realized he had never seen his doom coming from her. He was a pursuer; he was a predator; not a victim, she knew that much. Nerves went taut inside her body, at her verbal acceptance, though the archdemon was doing visibly nothing. The room erupted into chaos for the second time since he had shown up. As he whispered an incantation, she noticed Marc reaching for her arm. She didn’t feel his finger touching her as she suddenly found herself in near darkness, alone with the archdemon. The living room was gone.“What did you do to my friends?! I swear I’ll kill–”“I simply removed the distractions.”“Explain more or I’ll shoot you.”“I don’t care about your little bullets,” Ignis sig
At first, Reign thought he was mistaken. His mistake had nothing to do with him being a thousand-year-old. Vampires’ senses were duller during the daytime and he had been far away from the front yard. Her scent was faint, through the onyx walls, which were made to erase all the distractions from the outside. Imagine his surprise when he was upstairs and saw her jumping out of the garden. Like a cute bunny hopping around, she crossed the street back and forth, unbeknownst to Mr. Hacke who thought she arrived just then. She must have been sneaking around the entire afternoon. He did not need to read her mind to know she was nervous as he watched her, through the narrow gap between the drapes. Spying on him when he finally decided to leave her alone. In fact, he was nearly planning to end his long trip among humans. Her brain must be working full force underneath her pretty shell.Interesting, he thought, when her forest green eyes jumped between the mansion and the butler’s face. Sti
“That’s okay. Make yourself at home,” she said out loud.But, that was not okay. Not okay at all! Like the monster he was, he prowled in her tiny apartment like it was some sort of hunting ground. That was how she felt as she walked to her wardrobe, turning her back on him and swallowing down her fear.Still, she was confident, compared to just a moment before. He had no idea she could now block him out of her mind. She pulled up her bathrobe as she was about to choose an outfit. Damn, everything was in plain sight here, she thought as she eyed her clothes. She should have warned him that she was about to get dressed.Tucking her wet strand of hair behind her ear awkwardly, she turned around to look at him and her breath hitched.No. He was not standing behind her nor even looking at her. He was simply lounging on her faded couch, his eyes set straight. It was how he looked, and the way he carried himself, there was something different about everything he did. In his black clothes th
Danica was experiencing what she had thought to be impossible. No time to react. That was everything that shrouded him, wasn’t that? Impossibility. That was his entire existence itself.After a few minutes of a colorful void, she found herself in a stylish, vintage hall, which she had little time to pay attention to. She was ashamed to admit she slumped down on the floor like a doll despite being a hunter. She was trying not to hurl her guts out onto the thick carpet. Dry-heaving on the floor, she looked up from his polished leather shoes to the strands of his raven hair which fell over his forehead, the most disordered state she had ever seen him in. He towered over her, making her feel like she was kneeling down in front of a king.Like she was worshiping him. He looked dignified and…and wrathful. “Where is this?! What—” she wheezed. “What did you just do? Did you tel-teleport? Could you do that?! Im-impossible.”“Teleportation?” his lips curved up slightly before his face fell fl