Damien was elated and pumped with energy after the game and all the celebration, he couldn’t believe that he had been able to play as well as he did. He was glad that his school won. He was happier about the fact that he was on the team when they did. He had heard that the last two competitions had not been that favourable for Maryland High. they had been runner-ups for two years consecutively. Which was as long as Jax Meyers had left the school. Jax Meyers's team were the last that got any championship cup for the school. Damien was so happy about the fact that he was one of the teams that brought back Maryland High’s once unbeatable record. He was proud of the fact that he made Jax Meyers happy too. The Alumni ran to the field after the winner and runner-ups were announced and gave Damien a tight hug to the cheer of everyone around. That gesture brought more attention to Damien too as many people in the stands wanted to know who the lad was. Damien had no idea that the camera had
Damien felt like an outsider in his own body. Like a spectator watching what was happening but he couldn’t stop it. He couldn't stop the urge. He couldn’t stop the rage. He couldn’t stop his hunger! The thought that these two would have run him over and watched him bleed to death was the only paramount thought in his mind. “What…what are you doing? Don’t come closer! I will call the police!” one of the men shouted. His quaking voice was barely audible in the pouring rain. Damien couldn’t even feel the cold as his clothes got plastered to his body in the torrent.his blood was pumping fast and furious. Only one thing on his mind. He had not even realised that he had moved until one of the guys shouted “Don’t come closer! Go away, you freak!” he turned to run. Ah. The guy screamed like a scaredy-cat kid when Damien blocked his path in a split second. Unable to quell or control the inexplicable urge, he grabbed the guy’s neck and jerked his head aside while the latter shivered uncontr
Damien was torn by the conflicting emotions he was feeling. Everything was heightened for him. The scents. The sounds. The unmistakable thumping of that rhythm was always so melodious to any vampire. The hypnotic sounds of thumping hearts, pumping the undeniable life liquid through the supple and squishy, biteable human body. The pull was so undeniable and the temptation so strong that Damien could feel his head bursting from it. The hunger was so strong and painful that he almost screamed out in frustration.He had almost caved when a maid entered his room in the morning. The maid must have thought that he had gone to school and she was startled when she found him standing on the other side of the door with a strange look in his eyes. “Goo…good morning, sir,” she said with a startled expression.It took a mental reminder and a strong will for Damien to take his eyes off the visible vein in her neck. The sound of her beating heart was so loud in his ears. Her momentary fear was like
The aversion of his eyes when she entered was the first thing that clued Isabella into the fact that something was wrong. Second was the fact that he was across the room even when he moved deeper into the room, he subtly moved in a way that he was farther away from her than he had been when she entered. Something about how he had been able to get that far away from the door after opening was still a mystery to her but she let that go as everything in her was pointing at the fact that something was not right.“What is wrong?” she asked as she picked a seaman figurine that had been on the side table in the living room of Damien’s chambers for as long as she could remember. She couldn’t remember if it was a guest that had dropped it because it wasn’t a thing that her father or mother would have deliberately got. She peered at it intently as she wondered why she was suddenly so interested in knowing something as inconsequential as that. “Or you are merely stalling because you could feel
Damien just couldn’t. He couldn’t stay there without doing something he wouldn’t regret later. Her beautiful, swan-like neck and trusting eyes were too much for him. So he ran. He hadn’t gone down the first rung of the staircase though before he realised his mistake. A maid that was coming up the staircase almost had an apoplectic fit as she saw him. Her eyes widened as she stammered and looked down at his body before quickly taking her eyes away again.“Sir”Damien, who was already on his last thread of patience, snapped at her. “What are you looking at, you idiot?”“I am sorry, sir,” the maid said in a rush as she looked into his eyes and blanched. She went on her knees. Her stammer became more prominent as she said “I am so sorry sir but the king. He wouldn’t…your dressing, sir” she said after several tries. She gestured at his body without looking up.Damien tore his gaze away from her outstretched hands, long enough to look down at his body and he swore loud and long. Oh, he had
Three days. It's been three days and Isabella had not set her eyes on Damien. She had been too weak and scared for the first few minutes when he tore out of his room. Though she had a compelling urge to follow him at that moment she had not acted on it. She had been too busy trying to decipher what just happened as she tried to ignore the sharp pain in her back. Isabella was sure that her father would have Damien beaten to within an inch of his life, and send him out of the palace, right before he had him arrested by the police; if he learnt that he was the one that made her hurt her back. So, she hides her discomfiture from her dad as much as possible. Especially when she noticed how her maid had whitened with worry when she saw the bruise on her back, she immediately came up with a story of how she had not been careful enough and her wardrobe door had smacked her back. She had no idea if her father believe her cliche story but then he seemed to believe her when she told him that
Isabella was just giving herself a pep talk about getting it together as she faced the mirror over the sink in front of the stall when she saw the door open.s he looked up absentmindedly in the direction of the door and was about to look back when her gaze went back to the door in shock.“Ashton?” she looked around the restroom as if to be sure that she was in the right room then looked back at him as she was sure that she was in the right place. “What are you doing here? This is the girls…”“Yes, I know,” Ashton said with a lascivious smile that looked alien on his innocent-looking face. “I am here for you, babe?”“Babe?” Isabella couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Was the boy mad?”“I can see that you have been on edge,” he said as the ridiculous smile on his face widened and he struck a pose that sickened Isabella as she shut the faucet and turned to him.”I can take care of that for you, you know. I know the right thing that can calm you down”“Is that so? And what will that b
“Wha…what are you going to do to him?”Damien turned back to look at Isabella when he heard her ask him that question in a tremulous voice. He looked back at the limp, bleeding figure in his hands and looked back at her. “Was that fear I detect in her eyes?” Damien thought in incredulity. Then he realised what he was annoyed about. It wasn’t because he thought the fear in her eyes was because of what had happened to Ashton but of what she thought he would do to him.“What do you think?” he asked in a sarcastic tone. The fact that her eyes widened in something akin to horror annoyed him even more and he felt like he should drop the idiot in his hand and walk out of the restroom undetected.“This is what I get for not minding my business,” he thought acerbically.“I don’t…don’t hurt him…more. I think he is dead. Do you think he is dead? Is he dead?” she suddenly asked anxiously.Damien would have enjoyed this part of the always self-assured princess but he couldn’t. All he felt was ange