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Beautiful Creatures. Chapter 11
(The Bloomfield) The waves wobbled Isdabella's stomach and almost everything she ate was deposited in the ocean as she leaned overboard and vomited. At nights she spilled her guts into her chamberpot. She had made friends with two passengers on the ship, a married couple called the Bloomfield, who had stated that they owned a wealthy corn plantation in Mala. They were in first-class cabins, as the Sailor had said the worth of her necklace would ensure that she was exposed to only the best service onboard. The Bloomfields occupied the cabin next to Isdabella's. They were a week at sea and the Bloomfields said they travelled a lot and knew it would take several months for the ship to dock in Mala. They told her of an exquisite place were corn was the master crop. Mostof the corn was sold as cornstarch, cooking oil, and other buy products of the crop in factories across the world. Corn from Mala sounded like a very demanding and lucrative commodity. With concern, they wondered just ho
Beautiful Creatures. Chapter 12
(A Baby At Sea.)It was faith that Isdabella should have boarded a ship to Mala and fallen in the good graces of the Bloomfield.Isdabella and Jessica Bloomfield returned to join Bob on the deck. When he turned to see the two women arriving, his chest puffed out with pride.He finished his whiskey quickly and joined them.The dress Jessica had given Isadabella fitted her perfectly, a soft blue that matched the haunting eyes of the golden hair young lady, the velvet material protruded over her pregnancy and swept at the top of matching blue slippers. The deck was lively that evening, with other men discussing business, drinking and smoking, and women keeping up conversations about fashion and other activities that they consider important to them. Sailors moved around with boxes of food, barrels of fresh water and boxes of liquor that they were taking to the storage cabin. A band of musicians played notes that tugged at passengers and led them to the dance floor. Isdabella listened
Beautiful Creatures. Chapter 13
(The Immortal Council.)Someplace on another continent, there was a factory that produced paper. The building was old and stretched from front to back like three adjoining coaches on a train. Inside humans worked the machines by hand to attain those perfectly pressed white sheets.In a spacious room with only ten chairs around a large table, the Immortal Council met, camouflaged as a board meeting for factory affairs. "We received news that Saint the Werewolf is dead. "Lucinda Pitters stated. She had travelled a long way away from her Island, for this meeting and was hoping that she could convince the council to stop Simeon from proceeding with his murder of her kind. Simeon was in his right to kill Saint, but the other wolves that he was killing out of bitterness was immoral. "I think we should pass a law to prohibit him from killing another wolf, surely his right for revenge is has been accomplished."She stated.The leader of the Wizards smirked loudly."You know by now that Sim
Beautiful Creatures. Chapter 14
(Doug and Opal.)Opal stood and brushed the front of her dress as Doug entered the house. He had not found the one who had killed Simeon the vampire. He had searched diligently but saw nothing, just a dog running away in the distance."Is he healed yet?"Doug asked Opal. There were splinters from the shattered glass all over the living room. "I don't think he will ever be healed Doug, he is dead. Truly dead."Doug looked at Opal in disbelief, he came around to examine the man in the chair. He was dead clearly and Doug understood then that they were not invincible. "Did you see anything or anyone out there?""Nobody at all."Doug admitted. Opal felt tired from disappointment."It has been a long night Doug. I think I will go to bed and rest."The pregnancy was also taking a toll on her. She had not told Doug about the baby, he was already too overprotective. She would tell him when the time was right. This was not the right time, not with so much happening all at once.Opal knew she
Beautiful Creatures. Chapter 15
(The Wolves Of Mala.) It was past ten p.m. when Opal and Doug dragged themselves down the path to return home. Thanks to Tamar, they must have been introduced to, talked and shook hands with every member of Mala. Doug could be a charmer when he wanted to be. The side of him that was only a glimpse and Opal had sat down in a chair and admired him. She witnessed the rare occasion when Doug smiled with everyone and kept up the conversation. He was winning at a game of chess to which he should have been the pawn and he had them anticipating his next move. That evening Doug was the Alpha of the male group and by the end of the night, he was invited to a Sunday evening game of tennis, and a Wednesday night game of cards. A few numbers of shameless females sneaked into his pocket. Retracing their steps to the Bloomfield property they observed that there was no moon tonight. Just the songs of birds, the toads and crickets adding their harmony to the hum of the sea. Doug and Opal were j
Beautiful Creatures. Chapter 16
(Future Mala.) Buttercup came to a place where homes were close to the sea and the water swept up to the sand dunes. Boats were bubbling on the water with their glass bottoms, waiting to take paying customers on a tour of the deep, blue ocean. The Ferris Wheel continued to spin. There were various hotels around the Island and a handful of corn crops along the houses that were further inland. There were Great Houses with streaming visitors going in and out, having in their excited hands, brochures of the plantations, advertising tractor rides and a tour of Mala's history when it was a corn industry. The Island now was a first-class tourist attraction. Before Buttercup had left Fairyland, she was informed that she would find the Vampire and her mate on an abandoned corn plantation called the Bloomfield Estate. However, when she had located the Bloomfield Estate, Buttercup wondered if she was indeed in Mala. The sign said Bloomfield Estate, but what she encountered were cars pu
Beautiful Creatures. Chapter 17
(An Interesting Ally.)Doug laid Opal down on the bed and she turned her back to him. She was shutting him out, she needed to shut him out, that was how she healed her heart. She would talk when she was ready and only when she was ready. He just needed to be available to listen. Opal could not be rushed.Opal could be as strong as she was delicate. Sometimes she was a ferocious warrior and at other times she was a child who was amused at everything and often could cry at the drop of a hat. Doug understood this, so he pulled the covers up to her chin, closed the window and left the room.Doug came into the living room.Tonight was a hell of a night, he thought, switching on the lights. He went over to the window that needed fixing, he would fix it tomorrow.As he looked out he saw a figure coming towards the house. It was the curved outline of a woman, silhouetted in the dimness. Doug reached for his gun on a shelf of books and decided he was not going to handle anything else tonight.
Beautiful Creatures. Chapter 18
(When death knocks at Your Door.)Lucinda Pitters gritted her teeth. Things were quickly spinning out of control and she hated to lose control.Lucinda was a Nurse at the local hospital and thus her services were requested. She worked tirelessly with the Health Team as the virus spread throughout her community.She adorned herself with the plastic gown, gloves and mask, going from house to house of the sick, taking blood samples and giving medical care. Her duty was, however, firstly to her people. What she was really doing undercover, was swapping the wolf's blood specimens with human blood, to keep her pack obscured. She looked around her. Her quiet, tribal community was filled with police, health officials and the whaling of ambulances parked along the sides of the road.She saw bodies in body bags piled on each other near a fire that never seemed to go out, waiting to be burnt.She saw a family huddled together at the front of their house, their posture bent in despair. The Gri