Damian
The sun was out and about by the time I reached the mansion. No one questioned me, no one had the audacity or the courage to do so. Only Andrew who was tending to the horses looked at me inquisitively which I ignored. What I felt last night was...something I shouldn't feel. I went straight to the library, my haven from the time I had carefully decorated this mansion. I couldn't overlook High Queen's contribution though, she had provided me with many books and manuscripts that I loved reading.
"I don't want any disturbance", I ordered Bastian who was standing at the foot of the staircase. He bowed as he remained standing stoically. As soon as I reached the library, I went to the section where I had compiled the books about the evolution of our kind. I started perusing through the spines and when my gaze rested upon the black spined golden bordered book, I took it out. This was the latest collection, written by one of the Royals - Diana, aft
MyraThe next day came a little tardily. I slept fitfully last night, whether it was because I was excited to meet Marie or whether it was because she had been kind enough to talk to me first was unclear. Maybe both. I got up as soon as the birds started chirping and dawn was creeping in, the sun spilling reddish hues across the horizon. I did whatever little work I had. I piled up my meagre clothes in a basket to take it for washing. The cottage was provided with its own well. I don't know whether I should be thanking my estranged husband for this or not.The chill in the morning air nipped my skin as I stepped out. I shivered as it caressed my face. I quickly drew water, keeping the basket of clothes aside and took the bucket inside to fill in the empty ones. Then I finished washing the clothes and hanging them outside even though I knew that it wouldn't be quite dry since the dew would stick to it but who cared? Today I will be taking a trip t
Damian"What is the meaning of this?" I questioned, barely keeping my anger under control. I also committed the atrocious thing of not bowing as was the custom and I was sure that this raised many eyebrows.A few days ago, Alexandra had informed me about our supposed betrothal and before I could interrogate her, she had vanished. I was left to grapple with my fury and confusion. It wasn't until today that I had found the time to visit the High Council.High Queen regarded with careful indifference. Inquisitor was not around today but some other council members were and I did not miss the way some of them looked offended on her behalf. Some of were shocked at the way audacity I possessed to speak to her Highness in this manner but deference was not what I had in me at the moment."I request the Council members to leave us for a moment, please", she said all the while looking at me. The request was an order in disguise and while
Myra"I must say, you are an excellent cook", Mr. Thompson praised making me blush. I smiled in acknowledgement. Marie giggled demurely and nudged me lightly. Last Sunday, Marie had almost forced me to have lunch with them and I couldn't help but oblige. This Sunday I had invited them. Marie and I have become fast friends. She often comes to my house, we talk even though sometimes I have to skirt away from certain topics due to obvious reasons.Mr. Thompson usually stayed out of the house and returned home during weekends. Even though he was a doctor, I wonder why he was never seen around the village. I had made other acquaintances as well. The villagers seemed kind and friendly. However, I sometimes get this eerie feeling of being watched but when I turn around or look around, I find nothing out of place."She baked apple pie yesterday. She gave me some for you but I couldn't resist so I ate them", Marie's notorious confession pulle
MyraHis lips were still inches away from me while his gaze remained locked with mine. I exhaled slowly and shakily as I stare at him dumbfounded. Mates? What in the world was that? My shock turns into doubt as I repeat, "Mates?"He nodded without taking his eyes off me as if gauging my reaction. I countered, "What does it mean?" Damian straightened, "It means that we are soulmates". He spoke slowly as if being careful with his words and waited expectantly for my reply.Now I understood what he meant. While I did not really believe in soulmates, I had read a little about them in novels and poetries. I scoffed, taking a step back, "Soulmates? That is highly unlikely"."Why?" He closed the distance again. I peered at him, "Well, because you are...a vampire and I am a human and...if we were soulmates I don't think you would be treating me in this way". The bitterness in my tone leaked. I got balled my fists, my nails diggin
MyraI don't know for how long I stared at the vacant place where Damian had been standing not too long ago. Mates? I was that...beast's soulmate? That heartless, ruthless creature was my...soulmate? The lump in my throat made me gasp and it was then that I realised that I was crying.God could be ruthless when he wished to be, couldn't he? I was still reeling from almost being killed by him. I subconsciously touched the crook of my neck. I could still feel the phantom touch of his fangs. I shivered.I decided to go and lie down for a while and gather my scattered thoughts. Dusk had slowly crept in. As I was about to go, I was startled by Damian again. "Returning has been delayed." he walked past me as if this cottage was his, well, technically he did own it and went inside the bedroom.I could only do so much as gawk at his retreating figure before following him into the room. "Excuse me, what do you think you are doing
DamianI saw Myra let out an inaudible gasp. She didn't expect me to be a by-product of a human and a vampire. "But aren't vampires...turned?"I leaned one side against the windowsill, looking out at the starless night. I let out a shirt, humourless chuckle. "No. That's a misconception. A long time ago, vampires stopped turning humans into hybrids. That's what we call them. When a vampire drinks a human's blood then they usually drain the human out and kill them in the process."She gasped softly. I offered her a languid glance."My mother made the mistake of falling in love. Despite being a vampire who was probably a thousand years old and a Royal nonetheless, made the grave mistake of harbouring such a feeling. Towards a mortal." If I could go back in time, I would have stopped her even if that would have erased my existence from the world.Myra silently listened to me. "She pursued him. He was a rich merchant. Vampir
Myra"Raul," I whispered, the name tasted foreign on my tongue, unheard to my ears. I heard him inhale sharply and looked up at him. His intense gaze made me avert mine. His pale skin stood out even more in the darkness, ghostly and grey. My heart clenched at the traumatic experiences that he had faced. It made me angry to think that one person could be cruel enough to inflict such pain on his beloved and his child even if they weren't human and how that person was the sole reason that led Damian to the conclusion that all humans were cruel and heartless. His mother despite being undead, a nocturnal, a Royal was tortured so inhumanly. A little boy who did not deserve such treatment was almost burnt at stake. I blinked several times to hold back my tears."Why are you telling me all this?" I couldn't help but ask. We were standing side by side, looking out into the dark wilderness. The lights from candles in the room had long been snuffed out by t
DamianWhen I came back to my senses, the first thing that my unfeeling body felt was the pain. I cried out, my eyes were wide open now. I took in my surroundings while trying to forget the ver-present pain and burning. I was in the dungeon and this was no doubt the Castle. It didn't take me long to realise that my wrists were bound, my knees were throbbing with dull pain. It has been long since I felt this kind of pain. I chuckled despite wincing, this reminded me of the man who sired me. The silver chains encircling my wrist must have charred the skin there. My back also ached, the phantom sensation of what probably was a silver dagger still present.However, my pain addled brain tried to decipher as to why I had suddenly been ambushed or who had the audacity to ambush me. I tried to pull on the chains but that served to alleviate my pain even more."Still fighting, I see." An all too familiar feminine voice made me glance up. Alex