My eyes refused to open. I could feel the throbbing pain inside my head pounding. As I regained consciousness, the searing pain on my ankle intensified, but it helped to numb the one in my brain. I could see his surprised face in my mind's eye the more I woke up. His moss-green eyes locking with my own. How his eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly agape. How he took the first step towards the mess I was on the floor before I couldn't take the ache in my head and body any longer, and I succumbed to the darkness.
William.
The man- the professor- that swept me off my feet since freshman year. The man that gave me my first kiss after I turned eighteen. The man that after discovering who I was, I managed to be psychically connected to psychically him by some miracle, which I still didn't understand. And he is also the man that betrayed me and my friends and delivered me to the Deamhans, and in turn, to my father.
As much as my body- and maybe ev
The walls around me seemed to breathe at the same time I did. The floor swayed from side to side and up and down. The orange colors drifting through my window from outside made me think of fire and ache instead of the gorgeous sunset it must be. I could still hear Williams's words running around in my head. They were doing laps like my brain was a track field. After he dropped the bomb of what he truly is and how he was made, he simply pushed himself off the wall and left me alone. It was like he had just told me that I got an F on my midterm instead of flipping my world upside down even more. I didn't see any remorse for hiding his true self from me. I didn't see any emotion at all in his eyes. It was like he had completely changed in a matter of days since he ambushed my friends and me. How could he go from the friendly Astronomy professor in the academy to this cold half-demon here? I couldn't understand it. Or maybe I didn't want to understand it. Either way, I had lost all sens
I jumped out of my chair faster than I thought I could move with the silver cuff around my ankle. The chair made a screeching noise as I stood. The sound of my rapidly beating heart the only thing I could hear at the moment. I tried hard, really hard, to focus on it and not on how the blood of the guy flowed through his veins on his way to my father's mouth. The girl was still kneeling before me, her eyes still cast down to her flat palms on her thighs. Her breathing was even. There was no trace of fear in her.The smell of errant blood spilled from my father's mouth on the boy's neck made me ignore the pounding of my heart in my ears. It forces me to be aware of what I'm feeling. The need to feed. I felt it. The urge to sink my teeth into that girl's neck and drain her life source into my mouth. My fangs elongated and I felt their tip on the bottom of my lip.I tried to look at anything but at my father, but his insistent stare calls my own. I met his star
The minutes, hours, and eventually days had prolonged. Night and day were a mixture of colors that I couldn't pick apart sometimes. If it wasn't for the digital clock on my bedside table that told me the time, I was a hundred percent sure that I wouldn't even know how long I had been here in my room. A week. A whole damn week had gone by. A whole damn week where I had to resist my vampiric urges and stay in my room close off from everyone. But it was for the best really. It was for my benefit. I knew that if I went out of this room two certain things would happen. One, I would be harassed endlessly by the other Deamhans in the house. I would have to stand their hisses, their predatory gazes, and I would need to hope that they had fed before I came out of my room, or I would most certainly be attacked by them. I could be their leader's daughter, but that went through the window when blood lust settled in. I was proof of that. I felt the dryness in my throat every single day,
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Nighttime, and I'm walking around my school halls. So empty. So cold. So quiet. Not completely silent though, there is a sound. A loud bang resonates through the hallways. Gets higher and higher every time my feet move towards it.Then suddenly it stops. I look behind me and the school is no more.
I look around me. Thank goodness, it was just a dream. The collar of my nightdress is all wet. I'm sweating. Besides me, the clock shows that's three in the morning. I just have a few more hours before getting up for school. I turn and try to find sleep again, but it's futile. For some reason I can't shake away the uneasiness I felt in the dream. Rising from my bed, I walk to my bathroom and look at myself. I look awful. These dreams are getting a hold on me. My dark brown eyes are injected with blood. Sweat that smells like fear, drips down my neck. I wash my face in an attempt to fix my appearance a bit.
The next morning I wake all sore and confused. My neck and back, ache. It feels like I was hiking an impossibly high mountain or something. I remember last night but quickly dismiss the thought. It's just craziness. Mia's craziness. Why am I sore? I rub my hands up and down my arms and they are slightly different. They feel stronger. Toned. I walk to the bathroom and look at myself.I gasp.
The next morning I wake to find a black chest in front of my bed. It has some beautiful carvings. They look like symbols, ancient symbols. Lines form loops, waves, and circles. The chest is big, almost like one of my chest drawers. On the lid, there are some more symbols, or runes, I think. I can't be sure. I touch them and I feel a low bolt of electricity. I yank my hand away. This is too strange. But having the chest there or not, I have to get to class."Hey, I heard your birthday was yesterd