“Paris, help me,” Shysie pleaded. “You will be punished for killing a Stella,” Michael hissed, and sped over to rid Paris of any shaman necklace. Michael was careful not to touch Paris, knowing he will give Paris exstra strength if he did. Paris chuckled at the gush of wind that Michael left behind. “I don’t need a shaman necklace. It appears I cannot be compelled.” “Do you know how much danger you are putting all hunters and their half-blood offspring by walking around?” Michael questioned. “I am older than most made vampires. For all they know, I am something like Shysie and Wynn,” Paris stated. “Everyone knows you killed Stella and they want answers. Do you really think they can't put the puzzle together?” Michael spat. “You are putting Ann in danger.” “How will they figure out that they can become day walkers from a half-blood?” Paris got serious. “Truly, what vampire will dare go near a hunter?” Paris challenged. “Talking about Ann. Where is she?” “I am trying to find out,
Ann Willow woke up after a long afternoon nap and enjoyed how the sunset splashed colors onto the white walls of her ground-floor hotel room. She has been wasting her days away instead of focusing on her online studies. According to her memories, she left behind her former life. Angry at her parents, but she does not remember why she ran away near the end of her first year of varsity. She didn’t need them since she had a filthy rich boyfriend funding her. Ann was sure not to go on to her social media accounts, fearing that her parents might track her down. She stretched out her tall body, her skin looking tanned against the white bedsheets, her long dark brown hair scattered over her pillow. What Ann didn’t know was that her life was a lie. She has been compelled by a vampire to forget about the supernatural world. Even though he loved her very much, Paris, a century-old vampire just turned day walker, decided to steal her away and left her on an island to keep her safe from the super
Ann took Wynn to a restaurant within walking distance from her hotel and they enjoyed each other’s company. Wynn spent most of the dinner listening to Ann speaking about her exceptional boyfriend and got a better understanding of how Paris compelled her.Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.‘I should leave today before I fall any deeper in love with Ann,’ Wynn told himself every day, and every day he will tell himself, ‘just one more day.’One evening after dinner, they took their usual night swim in the ocean and when Ann wrapped her arms around Wynn in a playful manner, Wynn misunderstood her actions for romantic intentions and landed an unexpected kiss on her lips.Shocked, Ann pulled away from him, followed by a wet slap. “Why the hell would you do that? I have a boyfriend!” Ann said, shocked, and swam away from Wynn, out of the water.“Ann, I am sorry,” Wynn shouted after her and followed her out of the water.Ann ignored him and rushed over to her hotel room. Sh
Wynn sped over to Prince Edward and there he found Paris working the bar just as Michael told him, unaware that Michael was stalking him.“Last rounds,” Paris called out, and started to wipe down the bar. Wynn left the bar and thought he will wait outside of the pup for Paris to get to the bottom of things.An hour later Wynn watched as Paris locked up with a young woman with him.“Paris got himself a pub?” Wynn asked himself out loud, confused. ‘Why would he do that? He is like filthy rich,’ Wynn wondered and watch the two of them make out before they continued on their way.MONTHS AGO, WHEN PARIS SAVED A WOMAN AND GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD.Paris woke up in hospital and saw a young woman sitting at his side, reading a book. Choking on his ventilator got the woman’s attention.“You are awake!” she stated, clearly shocked. “I will go get the doctor,” she said and rushed out of the room.It was clear that the doctor was as shocked as the woman that Paris woke up.After removing the ventilat
Jenna won’t admit it but she was glad that John (Paris) did not remember anything because she knew that it will most likely mean the end of him in her life.“The doctor said not to try to force it,” Jenna said, putting her hand on his arm. “Come, let me show you my pub.”Paris followed her into her pub that looked like your average hangout spot with dark stained wood finishes.While Jenna was catching up on paperwork, Paris kept Conrad busy by asking him all about beer and alcohol and different cocktails and how to mix them. By nightfall, Paris was serving customers like a pro bartender.“You must be a barman of some sort. I have never seen anyone learn everything so fast,” Conrad said when they locked up with Jenna.“Good night, Conrad,” Jenna said, and together with Paris, they went into the building to go to her apartment.They spent the rest of the week going around town to random parks and popular hangouts during the day in the hope to trigger John’s (Paris) memory and spent the
“Paris,” Katelina answered before Michael could.“He looks like a ‘Paris’,” Jenna said, looking over to where Paris was standing.“He sure does,” Katelina added, making Michael give her a warning look.Paris opened a beer for Jenna and walked over to the side of the bar where she was talking with their returned customer.Paris reached between Katelina and Michael to hand Jenna her beer, making both of them part away from his hand. Paris looked at them, thinking they were behaving strangely.“Thank you,” Jenna said. “These two know you. You are in varsity with them,” Jenna said.“Really?” Paris asked, excited to get more info.“Your name is Paris,” Jenna smiled.“Paris?” he questioned, looking at the two of them. “That is going to take some time to get used to.”“It suits you. It is better than John,” Jenna chuckled.“How did you end up with the name John?” Michael chuckled.“John Doe. Memory loss after a gunshot to the temple.” Paris turned his head to show them the scar.“I didn’t kn
Paris and Jenna spoke to a few students, but all had the same story; they didn’t really know Paris as he was hardly at the varsity.“We should see if you have an online profile, now that we know your name and last,” Jenna suggested on their way home.They got home and after spending a great amount of time online searching for any social media page; they came up empty, but all was not lost. They did find a few deeds that were in Paris’ name and contacted the broker.The broker visited Paris at Jenna’s apartment.“I never thought I will meet up with you in such an area,” Mr. Sanders chuckled after a cup of coffee.Paris explained to him what had happened and both Paris and Jenna were shocked when Mr. Sanders told them that Paris was filthy rich. What Paris does not remember is that every few years, he compelled the broker to believe that Paris was the next generation to inherit his family's fortunes.“So, you mean to tell us that Paris has no family?” Jenna asked after Mr. Sanders told
Despite the fact that Paris was a wealthy man, Jenna insisted on running her little pub herself. Once Paris got over the fact that he was a wealthy man, he realized that being nothing more than a bartender and near the woman he loved was all that he wanted. Over the next few months, they took short holidays to visit Paris’s properties while falling deeper in love and planning their wedding.One evening after closing the pub, the two of them were oblivious to an old friend of Paris that was watching them. Neither one of them noticed Wynn lurking in the dark while they locked up.Back in her apartment, Jenna excitedly walked over to the fridge to tick off the calendar day. “Can’t believe our wedding is only two weeks away.”“I can. These past few months have been dragging. I don’t know why you had to choose a date so far into the future,” Paris complained, opening the fridge to take a few things out to start dinner.“I told you; my father’s sisters are only on holiday then and since the