Sorah's POV.-This person! I whip my slightly shaken gaze aside to meet a grinning face and delightful deep blues. “Hi Sorah, I’m Diana, Devon’s younger sister. A pleasure to meet you.”I don’t know why but, something unsettling rattles within me to meet this person. And I know it’s not something good at all.“Ah, i-it’s a pleasure here as well,” I say to her, still frazzled from just now as she helps me stand upright. Her kind eyes squint a little as she smiles, “You’re just as beautiful as he lauds. He never gives me a breather without singing your name.”“He’s been bewitched, I tell you” She concludes with a snigger, making me flush and blink my eyes with surprise.She emits the same energy as her mother and it should make me calm down and relax my nerves, if only that lingering unease I still can’t comprehend will just go away. “Hey, Diana, don’t go spouting nonsense to my beloved” I look away from the sniggering woman and over to the one pacing quickly to meet us. My
Sorah's POV.-“You really are a klutz, aren’t you?” I snap my head to my right and see her shake her head at me while holding a hand out. With light movements of her fingers, my body reacts and straightens into a proper stance. My eyes are dreadfully open wide as she begins to walk closer to me.Did she just use magic?Reading my puzzlement, she grins playfully and affirms, “Yup, I’m a Sorcerer. Your guess is right”.What? I rattle with shock, unable to believe it. It’s impossible, this shouldn’t be. I mean, Hunter Families never birth Sorcerers. What’s going on here? How’s she a Sorcerer? As I felt earlier, there’s really something uncanny about her. It’s a strict tradition we abide by without any ounce of defiance. When we choose between receiving supernatural endowments from the Demons and receiving physical combatant arts that enable us to become Hunters, we stick to our division throughout our bloodline and never convert to the other side. At least, that’s what grandmo
Sorah's POV.-I sigh as I throw my head back to gaze at the ceiling of the car. “This ought to be goodbye, Andreas”.“Did you miss me that much, Sorah?”W-what? I jolt off the seat and bump the top of my head against the ceiling with a curt yelp of shock. I blink my eyes many times, yet it does nothing to alter the image of the individual sitting next to me by the other back door and staring at me with the crimsons from my beautiful nightmares.Why is he here?I break into a panic and frantically peer out the window to check if Mortiz and Diana are returning. When I don’t see them among the people moving about the front of the building, I breathe with relief and turn to the haughty Vampire making himself comfortable in the expensive leather seat.I fume with my face scorching. “Y-you, how did you get here? Why have you come here?” I point a shaky index at him while keeping my back against the door at my side so I can alternate my gaze between outside and him. Nonchalantly, he
Sorah's POV.-“What reward do you have in store for me, Sorah, for letting you meet your dearest wild cat?”To my horror, his sinisterly seductive voice summons the intimate fire in my thigh and I latch onto him impulsively, the fire morphing into a tremendous scorch like never before. Sweat drenches me at once and desire writhes my being as I crumble into debris at the feet of the Vampire. “Is that your arousal, Sorah? How intoxicating,” I hear him rasp in my struggle to calm the heat of my fire. But it all goes to naught when his arms wrap around my body and our lips collide feverishly. No, this isn’t right. I shouldn’t give in to him, I need to stop this act of infidelity. I’m not being faithful toward Devon!So why, why do I eagerly want him to keep touching me? Why can’t I bring myself to hate this unfaithful act and push him off of me? Why do I guide his hands to ravish my body and kiss him so passionately like he’s the one who I yearn for the most?“A-Andreas wait! T-th
Sorah’s POV.-“Finally,” I exhale with shoulders slouching and clammy gloved hands gripping the wrought handrail of the railing surrounding the spacious balcony. “I can get me some breather.”The cold air is rather soothing to me as I raise my eyes and look up into the cloud-covered sky. In contrast to the engaging merriment alive inside the banquet hall, it’s so tranquil. Just the respite I need. Devon must be happily chatting away with his colleagues and friends. I couldn’t last another minute in there when they all curiously crowded me and bombarded me with many questions. I smile wryly as I watch the deep grey clouds move slowly.“He’s the life of the ball. What an admirable man he is.”He sure is, being able to garner everyone’s attention right the moment we stepped into the hall. I can never compete with that. All I did was clutch my body into his side shyly and lower my eyes to the floor. Ah, I think all I did was cause him unnecessary worry. He must’ve felt disturbed
Sorah’s POV.-My head hurts. Did I bang it against somewhere? The pain is thumping like a pulse from the crown of my head and seeping into every nook of my mind as I twist my lips to expel a wince. Ugh, I can’t make it subside. With my eyes shut tightly, I begin to squirm and feel my bare back work over thick fabric.Am I on a bed? I pause while contending the headache at bay to feel my hands so I can confirm. But I find them above my head and against a cushion as they seem to be bound together at the wrists.Startling fear brings my eyes open wide and I jolt with a gasp to see two figures standing at the end of the bed and staring at me. Why’s he looking at me with that look of disgust on his face? And…I turn my next stiffly to see Diana by his side and mirroring his unfriendly expression.I try to speak while adjusting my body over the sheets, only to have my gaze fall onto my body. I grow stiff with eyes still spread wide. It lasts for a full minute as extreme dread builds i
Sorah’s POV-Erza is here?But why will she come here? That’s one person in my family who’s barely shown any awareness of my existence and rather holds indifference towards me. She wasn’t even at my wedding and neither did I get to see her even after that until this day.“She’s on her way up here. The moment I saw her, I ran here to inform you.”Mei goes further to tell pensively, and as she makes to speak further, we both stiffen suddenly and look towards the door. They say it’s those with supernatural gifts that are capable of perceiving the auras people emit. But when it comes to the Pride of the Strauneuff family, even an infant can perceive the overwhelming and esteeming aura she wields.“Mei,” I give her a call to signal her to get in order while I seat properly as we watch the door come open. In tentative steps, the person outside the door walks in, as if unsure if this is the right place they were directed to. “Hello? Sorah…”Her voice tapers off and our eyes meet.
Sorah’s POV.-“Come hither, oh sacred Healer of the forgotten myth.”No response. An electrifying shock pins me in my position as all desperate need to flee from this haunting place vacates my body and cripples me with a tremendous barrage of horrifying fear. How…why does she know this?!“Sacred Healer of the forgotten myth?” I shudder and refuse to regard Devon when he tentatively begins to speak. “Is this some kind of joke or something? What Healer? Sorah’s barely-““Watch your tongue, Devon. Do not forget the authority you’re questioning.” The mistress is quick to caution her son and I hear him grumble with defiance just as Diana’s voice chirps next, “I concur with Devon. Even if the Healer has been birthed, it could never be the likes of Sorah. She’s too miserable and untalented.”Diana’s hatred doesn’t faze me at all. But I dread another word expelling from that being drilling holes through my body. For her to be capable of detecting my secret merely at first glance, I’