"If your name is in the ancient book and you know where the gemstone is...then you can get it."
While Althea was speaking, Katrina and Alexandra have their minds running to different thoughts."Let me visit Pyke," said Alexandra."But what about the matter of you being dead?" Lidia who was sipping the fresh blood holding a glass in her hand."Nobody even remembers this..." Althea clicked her tongue.Pyke was on his way to go home when he had Alexandra calling.They planned to meet at the new villa of Darby...and after fifteen minutes the handsome dhampir arrived."Is everything alright?" he asked unaware."I am going Brasov," Alexandra declared making him astonished."What?" he blurted out."Brasov? But why?""Your mother took my fiance to Brasov," mentioned Alexandra."You are going with me."Pyke had no interest in meeting his mother, Agnes.He knew she doesn't love him, neither does he...so it was pointless"Make necessary preparations for tonight, Brahms."Agnes ordered her only mouse servant who gave s positive nod.Darby was locked up in a room...sitting on his comfortable king-size bed, staring at the only picture he has been hiding in his chest, under the shirt.He stood up to walk out of his room so that he could talk to her.On his way, he met Brahms...stopping him he asked, "Where is Agnes?""She is performing witchcraft," Brahms told him."Which craft?" Darby asked as his brows furrowed in a frown.Sitting in a dark room with only the light coming from the flames of the candles, Agnes performed black magic.She was aware of what she was doing or what consequences she has to assume later.With her eyes shut close and mouth mumbling endlessly, Agnes chanted some old verses.When, at last, she was done...she held the knife in her hand and let out a smirk.When Brahms made all the arrangements, he informed the witch."Alr
They reached to the villa when Alexandra was sitting on the sofa.All of them so tired. "I can't believe that I am a human again!" Pyke was beyond happy."Let me tell this to my dad," he said happily as he fished out the phone from his pocket and walked away."What now?" Katrina asked and Alexandra sighed closing her eyes, leaning back on the sofa.Darby and Katrina gestured to each other and he finally agreed, clearing his throat."Alexandra..." he spoke carefully."Hmm..." she hummed, eyes still closed."At least open your eyes!" Katrina said in a high pitched tone.Alexandra quickly opened her eyes watching Darby on his knees."Now that everything is over...we are back together. Will you marry me?"She jumped off the sofa and couldn't contain her excitement.She immediately said yes to the handsome hunk as she hopped on his arms."Careful! I'm not as strong as before..." he chuckled lightly hugging her back."
The moist soil dirtied the man's boots as he continued to trek down the path to an abandoned graveyard. Dark was the sky and it almost looked like it was going to rain soon. that fact didn't bother him though. He'd be out in a jiffy once he finished the job enough to keep him dry.Around him was a forest with slender trees and overgrown shrubbery. Some distant ahead, at the end of the pathway, the gate of the cemetery lay open, its hinges almost falling off the support columns and its bars, rusty and chapped.For a mage like him and one that had walked the earth for quite some time, he had been to different kinds of places, enjoyed his time while there and met some lively people who had no clue to what he was.But this one, however, was a different story.He had never been in this cemetery before, or any cemetery for that matter. He hated such places, but he had to tolerate it for now. After all, what he was about to do would be all worth it i
"Alright, settle everybody!" the loud and clear female voice interrupted the chattering of the employees.Then, within a second all of the employees got seated, carefully with a straight posture.The hoofing of the shoes made some of them gulp in nervousness while the eyes of the female workers lit up, thinking of nothing but their hot arrogant boss.The man walked in, three-day stubble and a neatly pressed suit, the kind you only see on high priced lawyers and gangsters. He took in the room with a single sweep, his hazel eyes settling on nothing but the bunch of employees who were politely yet quietly seated."That's it?" his deep yet mesmerizing voice hit the ears of the employees and it was a melody, sweet yet soft.He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep, the softest brown infused with green as if he held the new spring growth inside. They were the forest floor and the gentle flowers, somew
"Sir, do you want anything else?" a man, dressed in a proper formal suit asked respectively as his head bowed down."No, Arrow. That's all. I want to sleep," he, who was leaning back on the bed with satin silk covers on top of him.The servant obediently gave a nod and without interrupting him further, he left the room.Nighttime... it's always his favourite. Not a single worry of anything, the darkness, the silence... not anyone roaming in the streets and chattering loudly. Pure silence... which gives him peace.Darby stood up from his bed, his bare skin was pale as he walked towards the balcony.The stars are somewhere behind the haze of black cloud that is stretched thinly above and the transitory moonlight bleaches the grey-scale world momentarily, and then it is gone. His mind is a blur with possibilities, each more fanciful than the next.Even if he told his servant that he wanted to sleep, but every single person in his villa knows th
The woman that walked in could have graced any billboard or magazine cover, but she was better than those two-dimensional photoshopped models. Somehow her imperfections made her perfect. There was a shyness to her, hesitation in her body movements and a softness in her voice. Her cream suit had a tailored look that was bold against her dark brown hair, her perfectly manicured nails were one of her pride. Her eyes, like the indigo ocean, were pools of iridescent blue, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling jewels. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Cherry lips, crystal white teeth: she truly was a beautiful sight to behold."Darby...." she smiled as wide as she could, the face filled beyond happiness."Laura... What a surprise. I wasn't expecting you," he stood up like a gentleman as she offered her hand for him to kiss.He kissed her hand and she let out a smile when he asks her to sit."W
The city hospital, where Mr Smith was taken and Darby's car was parked right in front of the hospital building.Darby hasn't visited any patient in a hospital in ages. Could there be a chance he can go in?Darby Rothschilds has very resentful memories regarding the hospitals. Whatever has happened in his past... there's no chance in hell he will go in."Come on, sir," Hilda spoke respectively. And Darby seemed to lost in his thoughts."Mr Rothschilds?" she uttered politely."Huh?" he said unaware."Let's go inside, sir," she said."Um... no, Hilda. You go inside and check up on Mr Smith. I'm not going in. The... the place is crowded," he made up an excuse.of course, he could not let his assistant know that he has a fear of going into hospitals.One thing Hilda knew that Darby does not like crowded places so this kind of made sense."Alright sir..." she gave a quick nod and held the bouquet she arrange
Another second and he shook his head, closing the eyes, opening them again.He was normal again... exhaling deeply, he walked back to the gorgeous lady, waiting patiently for him."Where'd you go?" she asked concerned look on her face and he replied, "Ah, nothing. I kinda have a soft spot...""It's alright. I've replaced him with someone else," she smiled delightfully.The dinner went well and Laura spoke, "Darby, there's a gala on this weekend by Mr King... this is the biggest gala of the year."Darby although was present here but his mind was not here at all."Huh?" he stated unaware."Are you even listening?" she asked worried in her tone."Yea, I was zoned out for a bit..." replied the handsome hunk.Darby just stepped in his villa and the manager politely greeted him and presented him a letter."What's that?" he asked, looking uninterested."It's an invitation, sire... to the King's gala.""Okay