Without anyone being around, she took out her phone, stretching it towards him.
"Here, let's talk over the phone!" She commanded. A wink released, left Malison hunting for more.
"Wow! So bold...! I must have her tonight!" He promised. Swiftly, he grabbed her phone, dialed his contact in and saved it. With no delays, he dialed his line. "Here please" he said, returning the phone to its owner.
"Alright then!"
"Please hold on!" He beckoned again.
"Can I call you?"
"Sure!" Malison nodded and his lips curled in amusement, accompanied with a smirk.
"I never knew this was why I left my house, leaving my friend there all alone. Wow! I'm happy I met her!" He ended the conversation, having a pretty good impression of the girl. He stood up and kicked a mound of sand over his shoulder, a smile on his face. Malison chuckled, then turned on his heels and walked off, starting to move along the street. He watched her for a moment, then stopped as she turned back to him with a beaming smile, as if she knew what he had to say. Smiles filled their hearts as they felt the connectivity between them.
*****
"What the fuck...! What happened here?" Malison exclaimed, gazing at his living room, paving around, confused.
"I'm even as surprised as you are! That horrible wind left no item untouched.
"Gosh! That wind again..?
"Oh oh.. you've experienced it before? What the hell could that be?" Laney slashed.
Malison stormed around, prowling through the bookshelves, slowly taking note of their contents. As he glanced down one, a singular shock erupted in his mind, anger feeling his expression. Suddenly feeling a pang of despair. In a weak flickering moment of concentration, he stepped back from the shelves, turning to Laney, scanning over, with his head smirking with pain, he groaned for he had seen the witch. After he jumped in the fray, the silence was deafening, the gale was still blowing, the ground was trembling. No one noticed it, but Malison.
Coming to his senses, he slammed his hand down on the shelves. The books flew down, toppling over in a mass. The wind rose, and the dust gathered around, causing both guys to cough so hard, their chests and noses were blocked by the dust. After a couple of minutes, and on the verge of blowing away, they grabbed the shelving handles and slowly and carefully, turning their back to the explosion, the books reassembled in their own columns. The guys' eyes widened in shock, holding back their reactions. Everywhere became so quite like a graveyard. The screen was surreal, and when they stood up, they couldn't believe it.
"What! I don't get it! How is it possible that these books could fall off the shelf and rearrange themselves back into their positions again..?"
"That's fucking awesome!" Malison turned and walked over to the shelf to examine the books, their pages sagged. He wiped off the dust, keeping his eyes on the books. Slowly, he bent over, shaking his head, for he knew what just happened.
*****
The room's messy state, the shock, the anguish, and the entire environment got Malison feeling so sorry for his friend Laney that he plopped down in his seat and began to pout.
Laney has been his closest friend since childhood. The guy looked more exasperated than sad. He said, without apology, he was tired of the random wind that kept invading his privacy. His pulse slowed to a normal rate. The hurt was erased. He didn't have to hear Laney scream in the aftermath of the storm. He whispered, "I do". Ninety minutes later, Waverly Malison found himself walking down the empty sidewalks of the street with his new girlfriend, Jenny. She had a leather jacket with a logo of a radio with a bright orange spot on it. She was carrying a thick wrapped bundle which she unwrapped with a pair of oversized, colorful tongs, like an old lady feeding an old dog. She banged her arm and said,
"I forgot to put out a hamburger for our lunch, Mal,"
"Oh that's true". He replied. "Alright then, let's go get some over there."
They went to that particular restaurant about a half block away. The sight of the place was so different, compared to how a restaurant is supposed to be. The dark clouds of smoke hanging over the place, signifying a different atmosphere.
"This isn't a restaurant Jenny! It looks like a cave!"
"You think so..?"
"Can't you see it? The environment is totally different."
Some strange sounds were heard just immediately. Malison shook his head at Jenny as someone screamed for help. It seemed like the person went passed them and was dragged towards the opposite direction. Then Jenny screamed too.
Taking a glance at the cave, it was of no surprise as Malison had just felt a similar sensation. Swiftly, he tried to prevent them both from being run over, and walking to where the scream was coming from. The air became so thick as Malison saw a shadow coming towards his direction. The shadow looked at him in fury and turned around, but at the same time, his eyes almost turned pale as the same shadow appeared from the side. A warrior who looked at the other side was holding a sword in his hand. The smell of sulfur was hitting his nostrils. His familiar vampire slowly stood up in defense, holding his hat in his hands, with eyes wide open. The man wore a black vest and black pants. Although he was short in height, it was hard for Malison to believe that, as his eyes widened. He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny.
"You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!"
There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Malison, followed by the phantom of the cudgel.
"I'll spare you not, you God damn beast!"
There was a sudden silence after his words. Glancing around, his wolf and vampire blood came to play, but before he could say "Jack", both the shadow and Jenny were nowhere to be found.
"Oh no... I'm all alone right now! Where could they have gone?"
"Jenny...?"
"Jenny?!"
"Come out here, let me teach you what it means to be a traitor, you swine!"
"Oh my gosh, that was so real..!" Malison yelled as he hopped out of his bed, pacing around his room. A scented smell filled his nostrils like the fresh morning dew. Sniffing in the sweet smell through the openings, he smiled as he sat on the edge of his mattress. He loved mornings like this. He had not slept well all night, but that wasn't his problem. He sighed as he stretched his arms out, opening them wide. He slipped a black gown over his shoulders as he ran his hand over the bed with a grin, slowly lying back on it, moving it to the middle and then jerked it up, ripping the straps, tossing it into a corner. After filling it with his favorite drawers, he swung his leg over the edge, stretching his quads as he looked out the window.Pulling his black hair back and running his fingers over his shoulder blades, a sexy figure slowly walked in. Fair skinned, her hair curled to one side
"Always remember this, try to control your anger, else, with your personality of a mixed heritage, you won't hesitate to destroy the world in a blink." The voice echoed again into his ears. His wolf and vampire has been charged up again. A flash of blue light flitted around his deep eyes. His left arm pressed tightly against his chest. The scratch marks and his scars were filled with pain. He knows that he is still being hunted by his father's blood magic. He took in a deep breath to try and ease the pain. His right hand still holding a picture of his mother smiling as she looked at him. His eyes slowly opened. It was dark and in the darkness he felt his eyes burn with frustration. The brown haired male standing with a bound and gazed at Jenny as he was staring at him. His voice was extremely emotional. His gaze flitted over his body, nothing seemed out of place. His face was covered in a tingling sensation of warmth.
"I mean, you're Joey..?" I froze.The heavy electric guitar riff began as a continuation of the last track in my head like the sound of distant thunder. There were a few moments of silence when it sounded like a tune was escaping from the speakers, but finally, the guitar turned into lyrics, and there were no more thoughts to accompany the band. I iced, breathing so heavily with my hands right by my sides, feeling like they were paralized. My entire body trembled from within, and as he saw me so rigidly with my lips slightly parted."Hey, what's wrong? Did I say anything wrong?" He held me as I was gradually slipping to the ground. Nothing I could answer.Nothing anyone I could say. He pulled me up, back to my feet. He didn't make me stand. He just grabbed my arm and p
It was a very long and cold night, one of many over the years that make up the story of Rocky and Bea. I'm not entirely sure how to make it any shorter. I woke up quite late, stretching myself out on my bed, trying to reach out to Joey, for I needed his warmth but I was surprised that he wasn't there at my reach."I could remember we slept here together on this bed; where could he have gone to this early in the morning?" I thought to myself, glanced around with my eyes partly open.Then, I got out of bed to take a look around the house as I walked down the stairs, I felt a strange electricity in my body. I paused and looked downwards, in-between my thighs as I felt this hot liquid coming out of me. I pulled my legs apart, and took my time to look at my womanhood. "Oh my God!" I gasped at the sight, and as I touched the liquid,
"Joey.. Joey... Please come fast please! I'm in trouble. I've got to get to you, right now. Help me, please. I can't help the situation here as I don't understand what's going on in my house!""Hold on Cilia, what's the matter? What's happening?""I don't even know! I can't seem to explain anything right now..!. Everything seems to be turning upside down right before my very eyes... Please come over and help me out... Please just come! Please...!!!""Alright, alright, Cilia! Hold on.. hold on please, take a deep breath... Get some fresh air, and I'll be there in a jiffy! Okay girl?I just could not seem to respond after his last words to me, as words failed me completely. My mind could only imagine what
They found the jungle almost blind. But the darkness was not loud enough for their heightened senses to pick up the danger which laid ahead of them"What could that sign mean?""I wouldn't know, Mal..!"A quick silence was broken by another scream, then a frustrated hiss.White light flared behind them, and a panel shattered, plunging them into total darkness. They stumbled together and slowly made their way through the network of narrow pathways. Within moments they were on the other side, lying panting on the hard concrete ground in the brief flare of golden sunlight. Initial thought was that they were saved by their guardian, then they heard what sounded like a whimper from
"Now, strip!" A command was issued. "I said strip, you fucking stobborn bastard!" He charged again.Malison felt the heat radiate from his skin and he felt hot blood rushing through his body.A sudden jolt struck him on the ass as he felt the bone go soft from the impact of another kick. He dodged, but a resounding slap landed on his back."Damn...!!!!" Malison screamed in pain. His wolf flinched at the sudden flare of anger. His breath came short. He growled through clenched teeth and jumped up to get away from the blow, but was caught. He spun around, eyes rolling as he felt his wolf turning and he roared in fury.Shortly after, a vicious blow landed against his shoulder and he swiveled around to see o
A ray of light entered his eyes as the slap blasted across his face. His vision flashed red as a flash of bright blue light. He took a swing to his left but a shadow covered him. A bit unsteady on his feet, he stumbled towards the heap of stones behind. He swung his arm but was greeted with a kick to his stomach. With a stifled grunt, he fell to the ground, clutching his stomach."Oh my God!" He screamed in despair, doubled over in agony, shrinking backwards, his hand covering his member, sperm leaking from his fingers. How he had ended up with this condition was beyond him.From the corner of his eyes, he noticed something had changed. The stones behind, glistened as if someone had poured hot oil on them. With his mind and body, he managed to gather some energy. Steaming and groaning, he lifted his head and saw a f