I found myself in a dark, empty, and cold situation again. I had the same feelings as last time. At least I wasn't at the bottom of the ocean this time. I felt like I had been tied up with ropes that burnt into my skin. The pain was endless, and once again, I prayed for it to stop. 28 SEPTEMBER 1873 This time, I found myself standing just outside the mansion. I remembered this day too. It was a September morning, a typical summer morning. The bird chirped and flew across the house, and the sun rays washed every inch of every room and yard in the mansion. Solomon and I were taken in by Mayor Collins when we got back from France. It was the first time we had returned to Winekove since our transformation. We had nowhere to go, our house was no more, and trees covered the spot it had stood. Luckily, Stephanie was passing by in her carriage and saw us stranded. She took us home and told her father we had no way to go. He offered us shelter and food, and we accepted it gratefully. We a

I was back again in the ocean. This time I was drowning, choking on the water as it rushed into my lungs. My brain felt like it had been set on fire, but I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't move, nor could I swim. It felt like a spellbound me. Pain stabbed my lungs as they were filled up with water. I faded out slowly till everything became dark. I woke up this time on the shore of an ocean. I looked around and saw vast emptiness. There was nothing in sight apart from the sea. I gulped in fear. I summoned courage and stood up. I tried using my supernatural abilities, but they didn't work. The sun above my head beat down on my skin, and it felt hot, which was very strange. My throat burnt with thirst, but I didn't long for blood. I longed for water. And then it hit me. I was human! I gasped in horror as the realization struck me. I turned back and dived into the ocean. The ocean quickly faded, and I fell on the sand. I stood up, confused and enraged. There was no other optio

I sat behind Hope in literature class, bored to death. I was tired and restless because I didn't sleep last night. Mr. Johnson was rambling on about some ancient art book while I paid deaf ears. As I set my eyes on Hope, it reminded me of what happened last night. After I had left Solomon in the sitting room, I went to the bathroom in my room and washed my face. I looked at my eyes in the mirror, and they were bloodshot, meaning I was still drunk. I sat on my bed, bored and drunk, then a strange idea came to mind. I wanted to see Hope once more. So I jumped out my window, careful not to let Solomon notice, and wandered off. I didn't know where she lived, so I used her scent to track her down, and I arrived at her house after an hour. I stood in her backyard and looked into the house. Everywhere was dark, which indicated everyone was asleep. I sighted a window which I guessed to be hers, and targeted it. I shifted back and leaped forward. I grabbed the window pane and pushed myself

The guests arrived earlier than expected, and the party was going well. The vampires were offered blood in cups to drink, and when I asked Solomon where he got them from, he told me they were blood bags. Everything was going according to plan until I saw Zack walk in through the front door. I froze, not in fear but in surprise. I didn't expect to see him, he wasn't part of the plan, and Solomon didn't inform me he would bring wolves into the party. Every vampire in the party froze as he walked through everyone. He was headed for one person, me, because his eyes had been on me since he stepped in. He was dressed in all black like us with a white inner. "Desmond Hawthorne," he sang sarcastically. I clenched my jaws and folded my hands across my chest, giving him a fake smile. I didn't like him here, and I hope he didn't sense it. "What do you want, Zack?" I asked bluntly. "Why are you here?" "Well, it seems your brother didn't inform you of what this party was all about," he said,

A rude knock on the door brought me back from oblivion. I jerked up in caution and sighed when I realized it was just a knock. I sat upright on the bed and yawned loudly, too lazy to move. Then, the knock became heavier and more rude. Moved to anger, I zoomed downstairs and headed straight to the door, intending to rip off the head of the person. I opened the door, revealing a boy with shiny black hair, which went down well with a pair of black eyes. He looked enraged in his black leather. "If you do not tell me who you are in the next five seconds, I will rip off your head and feed it to the creatures of the forest," I threatened. He didn't look moved by my ghastly threat. This thrilled me, and I smiled. "I am Jackson Waters, the stand-in Alpha of the celestial pack, and I am here to get Zack which I believe you are in possession of," he introduced sternly. I laughed aloud. This was certainly amusing, and I couldn't resist the laughter as it echoed inside the empty house. "And