"What? You're lying. Father Benedict would never do something like that." Rose frowned. Her eyes still trained in horror at the mark on Jericho's skin. "Of course he wouldn’t," Jericho replied, smiling sadly, "I asked him for this mark." Rose gasped, unable to reply. Jericho sighed and she could tell he was gearing up for an explanation. "You know I'm Nephilim. At the time, I was desperate, looking for a way to prolong my life. When Father Benedict contacted me about the marriage ritual, I thought my problems were over. But then I hit my limit. That made me consider the mark, despite Father Benedict's warning of what it might do to me." Rose remained silent, studying Jericho's eyes. He looked calm as he recalled the story, as if he'd already put the fact of his mortality behind him. Rose wanted to ask him what it was exactly that made him desperate enough to live to get such a mark, but she felt like it was too personal to ask. Jericho's gaze turned more and more intense by the se
"My blood will be your blood, in this heap of gold." Trick read the golden ink written on the parchment, a knot forming in his brow. "Not quite a riddle, huh? Anyone has any idea what this means?" "No," Ty replied, "We were thinking we'd count on you, since, you know, you're the nerd of this group." "Hey," Trick chastised him mildly. "My blood will be your blood..." Rose repeated thoughtfully, "We need to only decide if we should approach it literally or figuratively right?" "But there is no figurative meaning to it, I don't think," Jericho said. He looked a little better than he was a while ago, but he still leaned heavily on his chair. He had also stopped holding Rose's hand, which made her feel both disappointed and relieved at the same time. "Not that we can think of, yes." Trick agreed, "And if we were to take this literally, mixing your blood would mean..." Trick didn't need to finish his sentence as all of them knew what he was about to say. A blush crept up Rose's c
Rose knew about traveling. It was when a person's substance switched from one dimension to another. Father Benedict had told her about it and said that she had it within her abilities if she would care to train for it. But Rose didn't feel like she needed it. She probably should have, she now realized. It would've saved her from the immense nausea that she felt when Jericho pulled her from the museum to a beach in the middle of nowhere. She didn't even know that her husband could do something like that. But then again, she didn’t really know him, except for the fact that he somehow managed to plant butterflies in her stomach with his teasing smile. Rose wasn't too fond of her husband at the moment, though. Not at all. "Jericho? What the hell? Just because we're married doesn't mean that you can do something like that, you know." she complained, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat. “Good, so I got the right guy. It was hard figuring out which of the three boys you came wi
It was a close call getting out of the Gandhandhi Museum. Ty got hurt but he downplayed it whilst they were getting away. It wasn't in Rose'se nature to worry, but then she didn't have any friends before. Even as she started feeling like she could have that sort of relationship with these guys, she didn't even really know what that word meant. Nor was she inclined to admit it. "He'll be alright, Rose," Trick said, sweat beading his brow as he administered healing magic to Ty's wounded backside. The werewolf grunted in pain. "I know." Rose blinked, embarrassed at Trick witnessing her worried frown. "You better hurry up. We need to figure out what we need to do with the chalice. Joanna's onto us, so the sooner we proceed with the ritual, the better." Rose cringed at her words. She just wanted to pretend that she wasn't that worried about Ty, but now she sounded like she was more concerned about the ritual than the werewolf's pain. Thankfully, Trick did not seem to notice, his whole
The pain will cut away memories of old. Those were the words revealed on the parchment paper when the chalice exploded. The letters black red and burning before their eyes, and the chalice, despite the blast, sitting there undamaged and glinting from the sunlight pouring into their windows. Rose, Jericho, and Trick sat on the table for the rest of the day, wondering what the words meant. But they came up with nothing, and before they knew it, Jericho had announced his exhaustion and pulled Rose into their bedroom with him. So, now Rose was lying on the floor where she slept the night before, still fighting the blush that crept up her cheeks at Jericho's insistence that they share the same room again. "Is it really more comfortable?" Jericho asked her softly from where he was laying on the bed."What?" Rose started. By the drained expression on his face earlier, she thought he had already fallen asleep. "The floor, Rose," Jericho said in mock impatience, "Is it more comfortable tha
Meteors struck the earth almost every hour, bringing immediate destruction in their wake. Fortunately, humans have developed force fields to deflect the meteors. But these didn't always work, especially on the outskirts of the city. Rose Cristian should've remembered that fact on her way to Zone 206, but she was too busy reining in her anger. Stomping on her rain-soaked boots, Rose could just see her destination in the dark of the night, her supernatural vision never failing her. The streets haven’t changed much either. Once she arrived, she punched her way into the pub, rattling the whole establishment with sheer force. She heard cursing as she stepped inside. Red-faced, a portly man studied his beer-stained shirt with disgust. He whirled towards Rose, incensed, "Drat it! You son of a ---“The words fell from the man’s mouth, and he became even more beet red as he recognized Rose. "Hello, Hunter. I see you're still shit-faced as ever. But you were ten a century ago. What excuse do y
In that full second, before the meteor hit the pub, Rose had already assessed the situation. Being a vampire, Hunter’s ass would be fine. Rose, despite not knowing what sort of being she is, would've survived it, too. She was fast and strong, and could easily avoid it. Jericho, on the other hand... Rose knew nothing about Jericho. Judging by his injury, he could easily be human. The man also just stood there like a suicidal maniac as the giant stone came hurtling toward them. So, with extreme force, she pushed him toward Hunter before the collision. Jericho grunted, his body still unmoving, but he went where she needed him to go. Dust and debris fell heavily on them as the pub’s ceiling caved in. "This way! Rose! Come with us!" Rose heard Hunter scream amidst the chaos. But it was hard to locate them with all the smoke. Coughing out the dust that invaded her lungs, she navigated around the debris until she could see just enough of the two men to follow them. Her head was spinning,
"Jericho! Jericho! Where the hell are you?!" Pulling her fingers back, Rose blasted power into Jericho's locked doorknob, swinging the door open. "Were you listening? I said to meet..." Her voice trailed off, caught in her throat. Jericho was in front of her stark naked, and he wasn't doing much to cover himself. Before she knew it, she was staring at his muscular torso and Rose felt her brain scramble on the most appropriate thing to do in the situation. She came up with nothing."I mean, I get it. You finally agreed to marry me. But don't you think it is too soon for us to get acquainted with each other's bodies?" Jericho grinned at her unabashedly. Rose felt warm fire go up her cheeks, but held his gaze, "To Father Benedict's office in ten seconds. Now." she snapped before slamming the door shut on her way out. She stomped her way back to the old man's office, grumbling all the way. She was feeling all kinds of emotions for this guy and she didn’t know how to deal with them. This