"Umm...Leonard you must be seeing a ghost because it's just me and you." A quick glance at the monitor on his security screen and I see that there is someone behind me. A large, intimidating, jacked male.
Turning around slowly, knowing I was already behind the one guard gate that locks in place as soon as someone comes in or out; I felt ok, but not totally safe. I looked up into bright blue eyes and almost translucent skin. Fuck. Ghosts must be real. The ghost stories here are too many to keep track of, although Leonard knew them all. "Which story is this ghost from, Leonard?" I had a bit of liquid courage left. Leonard didn't answer me but I had hope that he'd hit the security button at his desk. It was a silent alarm. Then it spoke. "I guess you could say a ghost and I share a few things in common, but no love, I'm no ghost. Tethered spirits and lost souls are what humans call "ghosts"." His voice was low and his accent was thick but I couldn't tell if it was Irish, Scottish, Welsh, or a different part of Britain. "Leonard..." I took my eyes off of the thing in front of me for a moment and saw Leonard on the floor of his security hut, eyes open, not moving, laying in a pool of blood. He looked like he had been dead for some time, so how did I see him a moment ago? How did I get through the gates? What was happening? Did someone spike my drink and I'm having a bad trip?! Fumbling my way through the next gate, I noticed now that the locks were broken. How did I not see that?! "You will see what I want you to see." Can he read my mind? Silence. Thank God. I was running down the dirt path to where the chapel and pub meet at the oldest stone wall on campus. I silently prayed that one of them would be open at this hour. Before I hit the stone wall there he appeared. Clear as day. Big, menacing, dark creature dressed in all black. Only his very fair skin stood out. And those blue eyes were now black. His stance was one of a predator about to attack his prey. Why was I his prey?! My mind went through many thoughts, the first being CALL 9-1-1 but what was the emergency number here?! I had the security offices number but Leonard is dead! I bolt over through the old trees into a spot I know I hide away to read. It's a bench covered in ivy and other overgrown greenery. I stop for a second and look around. When I don't see him I try to find Liv's number. "Pick up, pick up, pick up..." "Hello?" She sounded like she had just woken up which alarmed me. She was just wide awake with the Italian guy. "Liv, I need your help! Can you call the police and tell them to come to Trinity campus..." "Who is this?" She laughed. "Liv, it's me, Evee." "Is this some kind of prank call? Lose my number." And she hung up. I was shaking uncontrollably. What just happened? Was this a dream? This can't be reality. I hit my face, "WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Pinching, hitting, clawing at my skin, begging myself to open my eyes but every time I did, there he stood. He was laughing, his eyes blue once again. "Let's go inside and talk, shall we? I wouldn't want you to mark yourself up or rip out your hair." He took a step forward showing me I was cornered, "Although crazy girls are always the best in bed..." He smirked. Fuck me. He was hot. I was being hunted by a hot psychopath. "Another time maybe. For now let's just go inside and talk." I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming. So what's the harm in allowing him into my room to talk? Nothing. This is definitely a dream or a nightmare. Maybe sex dream... I heard a chuckle that wasn't evil but definitely dark coming from behind me. "Have you ever heard of personal space?" "I could just carry you." "No, I'm good. Jeez back off buddy. Woke up on the wrong side of the imaginary bed today?" "Again, not a ghost or a nightmare. Move it, love or I'll have to punish you. And trust me when I say this wouldn't be a punishment that..." I looked behind me because he stopped talking. He licked his lips as his eyes took me in from head to toe. I'd seen men, and some women, do this to Liv but I wasn't used to it. "That would what?" I tried to sound seductive and even lift my eyebrow with a come-hither stare. I wasn't very good at flirting. "Are you trying to flirt with me, love?" He doubled over laughing. LAUGHING. AT ME. "Oh girly I'm not going to spank that All-American, peach or apple pie ass to get you wet." Oooh kinky! He got very serious and that chill ran back down my spine. "When I punish you it won't be to get your panties wet. So let's get upstairs before I literally take you over my knee and show you what real pain feels like." Oh fuck. I unlock my bolted room, keeping the heavy door open for him. "So what do you want to talk about...umm...I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." Between the sobering sight of Leonard's dead body and the weird kind-of sexual punishment talk, I'm on the verge of laughter. I try my best to hold it in. "Oisin, but you can call me Master." He nonchalantly says as I sit across from him. "So, Ocean, what is this all about?" "It's pronounced O-sheen but you are to call me Master, little lamb." "Master." I bow my head coughing to hide my chuckle. "Why are you laughing? Are you having a psychotic breakdown or something?" "I dunno, you tell me...Master." I'm giggling so much I can barely breathe. Taking a deep breath I feel the fit of giggles going away until I say, "I'm sorry, Master." "What is so funny, love?" Even his twinkling blue eyes start to sparkle while he tries to suppress a laugh. It seems my giggle fit is contagious. "Maybe subconsciously I've wanted to be a submissive. Dominated. So I've subconsciously created you in my dream, Master Oisin." It's simple pop. psychology really. "So you think I'm a figment of your imagination? Like some unicorn that shits rainbows?" He stood up and loomed over me. "Ah, lassie, I'm very real. And this? This is no dream but I will make your life a living nightmare, so cut the shit. Even if you were a good girl I wouldn't dominate the likes of you. No matter how often you want to submit to me." "Want to submit? S-So this isn't a sex dream? You don't want me?" If this was a dream, which it must be, I'd want him to want me, right? He was scary but his musk was intoxicating, some sort of spice-woodsy blend. His breath wasn't minty fresh but something about it made me want to taste him. He grabbed my arms and lifted me up so we were face to face. "Bloody hell, do you have any self preservation?" Oh he looks angry. Black eyes that seem to just keep bleeding in his iris. "You're not afraid a strange large, not human being, who just murdered your friend Lenny back there, is alone with you in your room and that my plan is to take you away from here against your will and most likely, if you have any idea how these things usually turn out, kill you... instead your afraid I'll reject you?" He laughed melodically while his grip tightened. "Lassie, you have no idea how frightened you should be. Your friend and the bartender lad are demons. Tricksters. Watchers. Shapeshifters. Not human. You've seen my true form, so ya can't deny that I'm not human. Your selfish twat of a mum, Kathy, made a deal with the devil. She's allowing you to live out her maternal generational debt that she owes me and my family." "W-what are you? How do you know my mom's name? This can't be real! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I felt something hit my head and then there was nothing.Coming to I feel my head pounding and try to rub the sleep from my eyes but I'm restrained. This is not my bed. The sheets are white satin covered by a large grey-blue quilt with a navy blue down comforter that reminded me of the night sky. The entire room is a mix of dark leather seating, mahogany wood furniture, and was made of stone. No windows to let natural light in and at least 4 doors, one must lead to the outside world. On the wall across from the king sized bed is a wall of books stacked sky high, like I was in the Beasts library from Beauty and the beast. He also had a built-in fire place which is lit with stacks of wood along the wall attached to that one. It could use some brightening up, but overall it's comfortable. He had standing lamps around the room, Edison bulb lighting hanging from the ceiling and white candles galore. It's a ver
He combs his thick wavy dark brown hair with his hand and let’s put a loud sigh. I can feel before I see his eyes glaze over as he stares out. This can't be good. "So why am I here?" He sighs at my question. "We've established I'm not dreaming and my dead mom is somehow part of it." "She's not dead." "What?" I could barely breathe. "I w-went to her funeral. My step-dad and I watched her lowered into the ground...but-but...How?" I could barely get the question out. I can't even fathom it. "She's alive. Trust me. And remember Leonard?" "He's alive too?!" I perked up. "No, but thanks for the laugh love." He turned toward me and actually was laughing. How dare he?! "I can make people bend to my will, see what I want them to see, and other fun tricks."
"And we aren't allowed to fuck her? She's bloody getting herself off in the shower." I turned around to find two men looking at me. Oisin and the person I assumed was his brother. His brother had dark golden-brown eyes that reminded me of scotch. I didn't know brown eyes could be so intense. He was a bit shorter than his brother and had a different hair style but both had short dark brown hair and fair skin. Although he was going to kill me, his presence or aura didn't make me feel as on edge as Oisin did. Maybe it's because he just watched me get myself off in his brothers shower. "Don't you dare." Oisin held his brothers' arm who was yanking off his shirt. "We promised her mum and the bloody king of the faeries for Christ sake." He growled. "She wasn't a bloody bombshell then, she was a little girl. Too young for even my liking." He winked at me. I just stood in shock. My
Oisin’s POV I hear a muffled cry for help and run into Fiona's room, breaking her door down. To be honest I've been staying close by knowing it was only a matter of time before my brother tried to take Evelyn for himself. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck I watch in horror as he takes her to the end of the bed, still pulling her hair, but she's not crying. Is she in shock? All cried out? Or is she into this? Faeries are highly sexual by nature, but she's still half human. A human that has been through sexual assault before. She didn't scream out because she liked it, she screamed for help. What do I do? Everything is happening so fast. My mind is trying to sort through thoughts from long ago in double time. I realize I gave up my right as ki
"Well, well, well. Brava! Easiest and most fun way to the top. Have your snatch, snatched by a royal who can make you a legal immortal being. Was this your idea or his?" Fiona was by my side in seconds. "Now we need to get you a bath, Liam? Would you draw a bath for our guest here?" Looking over her shoulder at him. "As you wish my love." He smiled and gave me a nod then disappeared into the bathroom. Fiona had me in her walk-in closet going on and on about something, hopefully not important, because I needed to take this in. A walk-in closet that feels like a store. It has all the latest technology and organization for her heels to her jewelry. When she was disguised as Liv she did mention that I could basically live in her closet and she was right. No dungeon or edge of a bed for me! I held tight to the blanket while I walked along, touching all the fabrics. Long dresses, ballgowns, old gown
I couldn't believe how large their home was, half underground to keep out the light and above looked like an old estate owned by some Duke or Earl. I could barely walk in my heels, so Fiona carried me until we were above ground. Everything went by so quickly I didn't get to take it all in, but now that I knew there was a lot more to this place I felt the urge to explore! The evening was chilly and damp, the moon almost full and could be seen clearly through the open French doors. Everyone looked like they were normal humans but there were so many of them. "Is this a dinner party or a party party?" "It's a ball actually. Dinner will be served there." "But you don't eat..." "Shush! Just have fun!" She pulled onto my arm holding me tight to her. "We can eat human food, we can't live off of it and we certainly don't prefer it.
"No! Absolutely not. Only drinks from out suite that Liam makes." Fiona took the glass of champagne I finally found and downed it. "I'm sorry Lady Fiona, I didn't know." Jennifer looked scared and stepped back from the table looking between Fiona and Oisin. "Yet you know all about her..." Fiona looked at Oisin and put her hand up to stop before he said the wrong the thing. "Master Oisin, please." Jennifer couldn't even look at him. "Why don't you find Rian and make sure that he has someone to distract him from declaring war during this amicable event." "But - But...I thought I was your date Oisin?" "Jennifer, you belong to King Rian. I suggest you find my brother before he finds you." She was owned by Rian? Why were they being so mean to someone who has seemed nothing but nice.&nbs
Last night was amazing with the werewolves! I learned that the average pack gained about 2 werewolves per event, which sounds small but they are an endangered species. But the ball was an overall success, with Alphas added to their packs by over the average and a handful of true mates were united. The howling was almost deafening. I couldn’t believe how emotional I had gotten. The sadness of being alone, the joy of finding a mate or a pack to be your family or both; no wonder they howled. Apparently the last time this event was held here almost a decade ago, most wolves were solely looking for their mates. Alpha's that had mated with their Luna's hadn't bothered to show up for two reasons: 1. Thought it was a trap because who trusts vampires... 2. They thought they would be challenged for their position. But what the Alpha’s had failed to recogni