I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. Though it had been two weeks since Florence told me Hope was expecting soon, it stuck to my brain like glue. My heart raced at the thought of it. I couldn't turn Hope into a vampire, but I didn't want to lose her either. Florence told me there was no other way, but I didn't believe her. I couldn't.   I couldn't give up. I couldn't let the life I had promised for Hope go down the mud. We were going to have a child, and our separation afterward would seem awkward. Who would take the child? It would definitely be me because I couldn't let such powerful beings live with humans. It could cause cataclysmic damage to the human race.   Hope would not be happy with me taking the child, but she would have to accept. She would never forgive me too if I did such to her. It would hurt so much. I couldn't

MANCHESTER, 1226.    "Are we supposed to be here?" Solomon asked as we looked at the castle from the forest's darkness.   He had asked me such unnecessary questions for half an hour, and I didn't know how much more I could take. I may blow up and end up snapping his throat. That was a brilliant idea, however, but it would slow down what we were trying to do.   Since Mother left us, we had returned to hiding, too scared to live among the humans. We were frightened that we would be caught and forced to kill the humans again. We still didn't know how to control our demonic thirst, which was starting to get annoying.   The little time we had spent with humans when Mother was around, I had felt alive. I fel

WINEKOVE, 1018 AD. "Des, come over here and give me a hand," Father said. I rushed out of the tent quickly and made my way to him. He was trying to drag a dead antelope toward the tent. I was surprised that he needed help because, typically, he could carry the antelope by himself. All he had to do was mount the animal's carcass on his shoulders. I was somewhat confused, but I kept my mouth shut because it was my father. If I made a complaint, he would indeed discipline me. I made my way to him. He was holding the front limbs of the antelope, so I grabbed the animal's hind limbs, and we began moving toward the tent. The animal was heavy, but I couldn't complain. We arrived at his and his mother's tent. He kept down the animal in front of it, and I followed suit. He sighed as he straightened his posture. A smile crept across his face as he walked towards it. A hand came upon my head, and he patted it. He seemed pleased with me. I guessed him to be happy with the helping hand I had gi

I placed the key into the lock and twisted it. The silver chains fell off Zack's hand and landed on the floor. He looked at me, surprised. I was doing him a favor. I didn't want to release him sooner, but I had no choice. Something changed my mind—someone rather; Faith.   "You are letting me go?" He asked, surprised.   "Yes, Zaccheus," I replied.   "Why?" He asked.   Faith had made me realize something. To be a good father, I had to do what was right. I had to be good. If being a good father had to be this way, I would do it for her. She was the new pillar of my life. Her and Hope. They held me up and kept me going. I had to repay Hope for believing in me.  

I jerked awake and looked at my surroundings. It was definitely confusing. I was still in the parking lot. I stood from the ground and held my head, trying to recall what happened. My head was foggy. Then, everything came flooding in.    Twins had attacked me, and they had magic. How was that possible? I guessed Jocelyn and Zion weren't the only twins with magic anymore. This was getting weird. After months of peace, trouble had finally arrived. I was surprised because I was expecting this. Evil never slept. Evil was an unending force, and so was good, love, and hate.   I got into my Audi and slammed the door in frustration. I sighed and placed the key into the car's ignition. I started the vehicle and revved the engine. Switching the gears, I exited the parking lot and halted the car. I switched the gear again and stepped on th