After finding the right question, it was not long before the vampire cracked under Willow's fists."There are five... five places," the vampire said in between breaths.Willow sucked her breath in shock. She has guessed at least 3 breeding houses. But five... five means she is missing two places. Two places where there could be 200 more hungry captives."Where? Tell me where they are?" Willow shouted, losing her patience.The vampire uttered the addresses before losing consciousness.Willow dropped her grip from the vampire's shirt she unintentionally grabbed during the interrogation.She has placed. But she needs time. When to attack... something big is going to happen in the coming days... but what?She is missing something. Willow paced the room as she thought hard. What's going to happen in the coming days?She gripped her hair in frustration."Fuck! Fuck! You bastard, tell me what the big event is!" Willow shouted at the top of her lungs. Alas, th

Willow looked at the ancient building looming before her. There is nothing special about it. In fact, it is creepy and forlorn, perfectly suited to keep the wanderers away. The building screams of abandoned forgotten stories. It's more like a hollow castle... just a huge, lifeless cluster of rocks. Creepy. The silence encircling it enhanced the tension. Anticipation hung hugely in the air. Without any further ado, Willow put her hand on the nearest tree. She can't see anything or rather not see in the right direction. Sometimes it happens. Trees don't have a timeline, they are eternal. It's hard to distinguish the stories it shows and when it happened. Sometimes the imprint is so strong that they are noted by each bark and leaf. And other times it shows fleeting incidents of no value. The strong imprint doesn't mean it has to be a recent event. That's the negative side of her powers. She has to go blindly sometimes, especially when she doesn't have ti

The vampire sat on the throne that was specially made for him by his underlings. Rather he made them do it. After all, their duty is to please him.He held a wine glass in his left hand filled with red liquid. Blood. He swirled the glass and took a sip, sighing in contentment. Ahh... He can almost taste the success. Just a few more minutes into the night and he will get what he wants. Tonight, all his desires will come true.A Millenia... he has waited for a Millenia for this day. Patiently, oh so patiently counting each day, each minute, each second for this very moment. He could feel it within grasp. So close that his fingers twitched, wanting to claw and snatch it with his fingers.But he has promised his Mage that she can have her fun. He wouldn't have entertained her thoughts if it didn't profit him.After all, she is his puppet. All he has to do is bestow her with some frivolous words, tempt her with his touch, making her believe that he is in love

Willow bit into the crispy chicken, its juices trailing down her chin. She moaned into the bite as she said, "this is so good." She is two-thirds into her meal when a weight landed unceremoniously on the opposite chair. She didn't have to look from her meal to know who is, but just to curb that small hope within her, she raised her eyes and met with seething honey-brown eyes. "You stabbed me," Lothaire growled. Willow noticed the change of clothes. He wore a leather jacket, black tee, and jeans. "Yet you are still here. Looking almost new. No harm done," Willow shrugged her shoulders as she concentrated on her meal. She really needs to know the recipe. Her mouth salivated as she thought of eating this daily. It's that good. "You stabbed me. Me. I could crush you with my bare hands," Lothaire gritted, rage bubbling inside him. Willow looked at him as if he was a fly she wanted to swat away. "And I could have used a silve

"Willow""Not now Bones""Willow, look at me," Lothaire grabbed her arm, turned, and stared down at her."I said not now Bones. We can discuss your caveman tendencies later when I can process what happened without boiling with rage. Now, let me concentrate on making this guy sing," Willow said to his chest, still not meeting his eyes.Lothaire frowned, not liking the fact that she is not meeting his eyes. He touched her chin tentatively with his right hand and raised her face until she met his eyes.After looking into her troubled eyes for few minutes, he nodded and said,"We will talk later""Ya ya... sure," when hell freezes over, Willow muttered, moving her chin and releasing herself from his hold.She is still shocked at how easily he came down and swooped his neck as if he was snapping a twig. She should be scared. She is. At the same time, she can't help but feel hot and bothered.Willow turned away hiding her emot