Dimitri point of viewTHE NIGHT AIR WAS soothing, as I laid my back on the window frame of my black Rolls Royce, underneath the moonlight. I let out a silencing hiss at the creatures that chirped all around the dark forest. Poor things fell silent, even they feared me. Chugging hard on my bottle, loving the burning feeling it left on my throat. I had already emptied an entire bottle of Bourbon and I was on my way to ending the second one. But sadly one of the perks of being an immortal lycan werewolf was that I couldn't get drunk no matter how hard I tried. Goddess only knew how bad I wanted to be drunk right now. I stared at the gigantic moon that hung above me, as it radiated with pure energy and power. The moon goddess must probably be having a good laugh right now at my pathetic situation, just today she had made sure I and my so-called human mate cross paths. Couldn't she for once stay out of this. Why?! Why did she have to show up... now? Her appearance only spelt danger to the
Isabella point of view"ISABELLA! YOU HAVE TO RUN away now!" I heard my mom scream as she burst open the wooden doors to my room. In an instant, I could discern the urgency in her voice. I have been awake in silence for some time now, hearing the ruckus and commotion that exuded from outside the four corners of my room walls. Screams and wails were erupting from the place I grew up to call my home. "Mom, what's going on?" I stood up in my little white silky pajamas, with my eyebrows knit in profound confusion. It was late at night and it was mind bogglingly odd to be awakened by the sounds of screams and cries."We are under attack!" she told me in haste, her eyes were closed and her soft blond hair was plaited in a sequence that went all the way to her waist. Although all I could hear was hushed mumblings, but it seemed like she was whispering some kind of spell to herself, I could notice the candles flames were burning higher. This made me all the more worried. What in the hell was
Isabella's Point of viewA strained moan escaped from my lips, as I wriggled my body from side to side. I could feel an electrifying pain surge from all around my body, with the nightmare I had too vague to remember and my mind flushed up in a damn haze.I took a quick look at my surroundings, that's when I realized I wasn't in my own bedroom, nor was I in the middle of the woods where I last remembered. The environment looked very foreign to me. I was in an immensely large room, sprawled upon a big and soft king sized bed. A gigantic window draped with thick black curtains, preventing any ray of light from seeping in. The only source of lights were lamps and candles that lit up in the room. Where in the hell was I? Was I somehow... Dead? And was wherever this was the afterlife? I quickly pinched myself on the arm just to see if I was indeed dead or alive and to my dismay it hurted like a bitch. Not dead… So not dead.So I was still very much alive. The last thing I could remember was
I was awakened the next morning by rays of the morning sun, seeping in through the windows. Although I knew I was a prisoner here but I wouldn't deny how comfortable it was spending the night here was. The bed was so soft and relaxing, I felt like laying in it forever.I heard someone knock on the door before it opened causing me to jerk up the the bed instantly. It was a girl, about my age or maybe younger. She had jet black hair that contrasted brilliantly with her grayish eyes."Oh, you're finally awake. Good morning my lady." She beamed widely as she dropped a leather bag on the chair."Good morning. Sorry, who are you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She seemed so sweet and nice, how the hell did she get entangled with this mafias."I'm Gemini. I was sent by master Dimitri to bring you fresh clothes for today. I didn't really know what size you used so I just so i just went with mine. But don't worry I have a feeling it's gonna fit" She explained. So Dimitri was the one that sent
Dimitri's point of view Could she feel it too? The irresistible pull towards each other. When we hugged, there was no way of denying our mate bond. There was indeed something special about her, I couldn't read her. It was impossible, I could read every supernatural creature in existence but I couldn't with her. It was like she was human but at the same time something else. I recalled her files, it was full of many tragedies. She was an orphan at a very young age too, I couldn't stop myself from sympathizing with her, I for one knew how it felt. Later she got adopted by a drunk abuser, if the old man wasn't already dead I would have killed him myself. But one of the things that really got my attention was the fact that she never really settled down in one place for long. It seemed like she was always living in hiding, like she was running from something. There were a lot of secrets surrounding my mate, Isabelle Simmons. Yes I knew her real name from the first time I saw her, she must h
Isabella's POV"Please don't hit me!" I begged him, my foster father and abuser who held tight to a leather belt while my seven year old self, was knelt down before him. Mischa Simmons was the bastard's name, he was a lazy no good drunk that beat me all the time."Shut up you cursed witch!" He slurred on his words. "How many times have I told you, never to talk back, huh!" He scolded, delivering another hit with his belt. I cried out but there was no one to help me. I was forced to relieve the worst moments of my life where he tried to force himself on me. Then to the point when I came home to find him dead, laying in a pool of his own blood. She had found me again.I could see her crimson red lips form into a smile, "Hello my little niece." My aunt Delilah grinned widely as she inched closer towards me."You thought you could run away from me forever. But you can't outrun me. Your daddy couldn't, your mommy couldn't and you also failed!" She erupted into a fearful laughter. It felt l
Third person point of view"Sire! Sire! Sire!" Sylvester voice could be heard from the entire castle, as he ran all the way from his Sire's office to his room chambers, jerking the doors forcefully open.He was in bed with yet again two human slaves, both of them compelled to only satisfy his wishes.He hissed as he saw Sylvester, as his golden eyes stared at him with anger. The middle aged man with black long hair, standing before him with his head lowered in pure fear. He knew very much that his master didn't like to be disturbed but he couldn't keep the juicy news to himself alone."Have you finally lost your manners Sylvester, I don't mind helping you retrieve it." He said through gritted teeth, his British accent prominent in his voice. He put on a robe. Covering up the dark hole he had burning on his chest, slowly devouring him from the inside. Giving a peck to one of his whores cheeks, he whispered something to her ears, with a smile she nodded and headed for the table."I am t
Isabelle's point of viewWe reached the mansion and as soon as I entered I went straight to the kitchen to take a glass of water. My breath was still hitch from running too much.Dimitri walked in after me, leaning lazily on the wall. He just stood there looking at me, I couldn't tell what he was feeling, he was very hard to read. But I could see a twinkle of worry in his eyes as he continued to stare."I need to clean your cut." He muttered whilst he took a first aid kit from one of the top kitchen cabinets. I totally forgot that while I was fighting those vampires, one of them clawed at my arm."Sit on the counter." Dimitri ordered, as he grabbed the first aid kit. I obeyed jumping on the counter. He placed it next to me as he stared at the cut on my arm."Who were those guys?" I asked innocently. I wanted to know if he was aware of what they were. Did he know that they were vampires? More than ever I was convinced that he knew more than he was letting on. There was something differ