“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
Isabella still couldn’t believe what she had witnessed. In fact, she was sure that she would have doubted it if anyone had realised what happened to her. Of course, she firmly shelved the thoughts of what had happened when she had ordered Ashton to stay back out of anger aside. She knew it would take the solace of her bedroom or a long drive for her to be able to come to terms with the fact that she had almost killed someone.But as she mechanically went through the rest of the school hours, the main thing on her mind was what had happened in the restroom. Especially when she raised her eyes and her gaze met with Ashton’s. She couldn’t smile back as he smiled at her the way he always do whenever their gaze met, she was busy tampering with the urge to rush to his seat, lay his head on the table and check his head again.She was sure that rushing to his side in the presence of the class in the middle of an impromptu session with the physics teacher would help the bastard validate the im
“And where have you been?” Damien was not surprised when she barged into his chamber with that question. Flung her backpack aside as she glared at him like she would like to have his head on a pike. He knew she was coming up. He knew even before she got down from her car he was amazed by how attuned he was to her even now. Just as he knew that she was anxious that he had left and afraid of what else he had up his sleeve yet her stance betrayed nothing of her inner turmoil. Her head was held proudly like the royalty that she was as she raised her eyebrows at him in question like the royalty that she was.“You mean before now?” he asked with a shrug. “I was at the school helping you with…” he trailed off when her glare sharpened “Oh that,” he said with an innocent look as if he just remembered what she was asking. He almost laughed out loud at the way her eyes only narrowed more. “I had to go away,” he said, some of his gaiety absent.“You had to… and you couldn’t say anything?” she
The moment he was able to leave the King’s presence, the first thing Damien did was rush off towards the kitchens. The protocol officer met him on the way and gave him an askance look. “What may I do for you, young man?” the elderly protocol officer said with an unhidden sneer on his face. “Young man?” Damien thought with rancour. He would have loved to tell the pompous man that this “Young man” was seven times as old as him but then he doubted if the idiot would have believed him. So why bother, right?“I am looking for someone,” Damien said as he looked over the man’s shoulder towards the kitchen where he could hear the bustle of busy hands and feet. He could see some of them moving briskly from one spot to the other with one steaming something or the ther in their hands.“Erm, erm” the protocol officer cleared his throat, forcing Damien’s attention back to him. He stood straighter as he readjusted his green and gold uniform that has a kind of striped rope around the shoulder. Dam
“I am working here. I would have you know that whatever I am doing here is none of your business! Stay away from me before you make me lose my job!” she snapped at him. Looking around the hallway to be certain that nobody had seen them together.“None of my business? I think I should tell you that I have grown quite allergic to that statement lately. If I am here, then I am sure that it is my business, don’t you think?” he said with a tilt of his head, the amused expression still on his face.“I don’t have to tell you…” she paused her statement as she gave him an assessing look. “You have changed,” she said.“Another statement that I am sure that I will be immune to soon as well. Mind to tell me just how much I have changed?” he asked in a conversational tone though his expression was suddenly laced with steel. Morgan nee Mary swallowed audibly before she said “Confidence. You are more confident than you were. And…and…there is something else different about you too. I can’t put my fi
It was always different every time he went there. Something new was always going on in The Abode whenever he went there. The underground city that Michael and his two-generation before him had created and nurtured had become a megacity with a lot of the latest infrastructures as time goes on. The architectural skills of Michael Barlan had a renowned impact on the layout of the city. Damien could remember being amazed by all that had been accomplished in the haven that had been created for the willing vampires after the Big Chaos. Lately, Mathew, the artist brother of the New Order clan, who had not shown much interest in the administration of the clan had actively started participating in the affairs of the clan just like his brother. His artistic creations could be seen in the murals of some of the new architectures that had been erected since Damien came to this new world. The new school that had just been built for the vamp kids was a sign of his participation. “You mean Mathew
Damien felt he shouldn’t be so surprised by the fact that everyone was talking about how different he was. He felt different. Everything looks different to him as well. Not physically different as well but a new kind of different. It was as if he had been viewing things through a dirty film before and it was just wiped clean now. Th smells were more alluring o him. The human’s unforgettable scents. That scent that brought to mind the satisfaction of a thirst so unlike another.As Damien drank his soda and listen to the sounds and movements of the palace workers, he knew all he had to do was reach out and take all he wanted. Not that he had to be afraid that they would tell anyway. He could do it and convince them that it was nothing unusual. He could feed off them from spots that no one else would be aware of. He could do a whole lot of things and get away with them too. He could do all those yet something was holding him back. Could it be the feeling that the princess would know some
Damien felt a kind of deja vu when a fist almost slammed into his face just as he was coming out of the restroom. He moved at the last second and the owner of the fist yelled out in pain as his hand rapped against the door frame.“Son of a bitch!” Cade shouted as he gave Damien a deadly stare. “Oh, you are so dead now!” Cade shouted as he rushed Damien. He expected to pin him to the wall where Dmaien stood, looking innocent as Cade's followers looked down at him with simultaneous shouts of “Oh” but then Damien moved again and Cade rammed his shoulder against the wall where Damien was standing seconds ago.Some of his followers found it hard to hold their laughter back, they snickered and the others looked at Damein in awe as they wondered how he had been able to move that fast.What are you idiots gaping at? Hit him!” Cade shouted in pained anger as he spatted blood out of his mouth. Damien looked away from the crimson on the floor as he saw the boys gauge what Cade said. As if they j