Sorah's POV.-“Yes, Mother”The rest of the morning is hectic with Mother calling in a file of professional women to groom me for the big day. Every speck of my body needs optimum attention, starting from the tips of my frizzy hair to the soft pads of the soles of my feet.All through, while the women fuss over me after fixing my butt before the dresser, I'm unable to stop my nerves from racing anxiously. I fumble with my fingers and keep stealing quavering glances to see if Mother is still standing there and supervising the process herself.The consecutive spasms occurring in my chest refuse to relent as I continue to fret in place. She's still there, with a blank face and arms crossed, bold eyes sharp and keen as she watches like a Hawk for the slightest slip that never occurs.Mei once came in to discreetly inform me of the stranger being in her bedroom, and Mortiz had to leave when she heard my mother is around. She despises Mother a lot."Your natural soft hair texture is a beau
Sorah's POV.-He's a Vampire.I remain still as stone, eyes tearing wider as a tremendous bout of fear I never felt before increasingly dawns on my being. I feel cold, the air feels stuffy and thick, I can’t respire and my heart is implosive chaos. The poor auburn rattles her body, dying as her skin grows paler by the second. The color is almost out of her dull skin, her white chapped lips tremble as if in desperation to push out her dying call for help. Her eyes are partly open, almost as if she’s in a trance as they sink in, and quiet trails of tears glide out from them. The sinister sound crackling in the air is that of the great strength he quips to grip the back of her head and her shoulder to make a wider way for him to devour her neck. My ears twitch painfully from the creepy noise of his greedy feast, his beastly pants, and the amplifying clattering of the tray in my hands. I let a Vampire into the cottage. I brought in an enemy and kept him under my roof. I kept him so cl
Sorah's POV.-Mei knows asking any further won’t bring answers to her many questions, so she quietly goes out to get cleaning supplies while I remain to squat next to the Vampire and stare down at his lean and peaceful face.The implications of my bold actions pelt me in this position as morals and humanity clash within me. I’ve broken the law, and I’ve become the first and only human to ever save a Vampire and sully the Hunter bloodline. I saved a Vampire. I feel blank, I feel no emotions at all. There’s no judgment of right and wrong, such things don’t matter when it comes to the cost of a life.I feel no regret and no remorse for what I did."My Lady," Mei's pensive voice brings me away from the Vampire and I turn my body around to answer her urgent call."What are these holes on Julia's neck?" She asks with grave terror, her face darkening and brows shooting up as her shaky fingers point to the slumbering woman's neck.I hasten closer, noticing Mei is about to freak out the
Sorah's POV.- I made a mistake. We have to go back!I storm into my bedroom with a stumbling burst, my feet getting caught in the hem of my dress and shaky hands gripping the knob to prevent a forward fall. My breath hitches with fright and I frantically dart my wild eyes about.The place is as calm as we left it. To the sofa, Julia's breathing evenly, and to my bed ahead, lies a stretch of an enamoring figure. Propped up on his elbow with his pointed sculpted nose deep in the novel in his hands and beneath his silent scrutinizing gaze. His maroon locks flow down his bold strong shoulders, glimmering softly from the orange light of my bed lamp.It distorts my rationality as I take a step back with a rattling hand flat on my pounding chest. Sweat makes my skin itchy, reminding me I haven't stopped by the rack to pull off my cloak. Flabbergasted, I suck in a challenging breath and hasten towards Julia on the sofa, barely two steps gone when I hear Mei race in behind me."My Lady, Upm
Sorah's POV.- I throw my face away, my shoulders rattling like never before as if I've been drenched with ice-cold water. My teeth clatter from the devouring freeze as I buck forward and drill my nails into my skin.What have I done? If Devon sniffs him out, I'll be in serious trouble. They won't just kill the Vampire, but me as well who's betrayed my race to keep him alive!I have to let him know!"Sorah"The warm breath that fans against my face gives me a terrible jolt and I swiftly turn around to see Devon's spring-greens with a deep concentration of worry as he stares at me, seeming apologetic for causing me such anxiety.He leaves me bashful and speechless as I shake my being a bit to compose myself. I need to assure him somehow and ensure he doesn't suspect anything else.I try a nervous laugh and shake my head to convince him, "Ah...no, it's nothing. I'm just-"I blink suddenly at the passing thought that flashes in the back of my mind. I'm not certain it's Andreas Devon was
Sorah's POV.-"L-let go of me!"Adrenaline pumps throughout my body and brings my reluctance to break off his hold on me while I snatch my hands back and drive them right into his broad chest. The swift action forces our bodies apart, and I wince from the brisk manner his fingers release my chin. For a split second, it felt as if my hand was aiming for something else as I shudder and reel back upon seeing the look on his face.His eyes are partly wide as if he's under the stunning effect of my swift action. Is he going to get mad? Will I get into trouble this time? Ah, I wonder what I should be concerned about. I just prevented a lip-lock, yet my heart's the one pounding eruptively. Like I'm the one in the wrong. No one says anything yet, both just staring at each other. I use the silence and inaction to calm my pants while I keep a good distance with nerve ends twitching."Sorah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you" Devon remorses, his expression going wry. He steps forward
Andreas’ POV.-The wail of my next prey instills me with insidious pleasure as I watch life seep out of her agonizing brown orbs to bring in its place a dim curtain of death. Tilting my head back with corrupt mirth, I run my tongue over my teeth and host a triumphant grin.Tonight, like every other night since many centuries ago, another feeble human meets a gruesome end in my unmerciful hands. It’s funny, and I never get tired of it. How easily these pitiful creatures die. Feeling the limp weight in my arms, I bring my gaze in a descent and stare at the pale woman with two black dots lying prominent against the smear of fresh blood on her neck. My corrupt excitement fades like a lie, and I begin to immerse my awareness more into the dead woman in my hands with her body already loose from its writhes of agony.Their life is too fleeting that it’s satirical to watch.However, as I leave her body on the cold floor of her kitchen and head out into the heavy downpour, I feel no emo
Sorah’s POV.-My shaky hands, trembling incessantly, clutch the top of the chair lightly. I hum lengthily, hunching forward and bearing my weight onto my unstable hands as I gradually lift my head to see my solemn reaction staring back at me.“My Lady” The tentative call of my handmaid shifts my focus from the pair of drooped jade-greens in the mirror to the pensive deep-chocolates in the lower left of the mirror.“You don’t mean the words you spoke to that Vampire, do you?”The rattle in her voice sends a chill of guilt across my chest that clenches briefly at the emotion in her voice. Reactively, my shoulders shudder and I bite my lower lip, unwilling to give her a response. The curtain of silence that follows afterward, is heavy on my shoulders and stuffy in my throat.I feel her tension in the air and the longer I retain the words on my tongue, the more the guilt slices deep until I rattle out of my position to straighten up as I force the words out of my hesitant lips.Ke