the hidden world and how the people
just seemed to accept it.
These images were still
haunting her even when she awoke two days later. She felt so groggy
that it was a struggle just to open her eyes but her stomach was
grumbling so she continued in her efforts to wake up. She slowly
stumbled and made her way to the fridge. She snatched the first
thing that she saw, orange juice, and began to chug it
down.
"Ewww," came a voice from
behind her, "right from the carton?"
Saul then wrapped his arms
around her from behind. He didn't hesitate when giving her a kiss
on the side of her cheek.
Aradia wiped her mouth with
the back of her hand. "Don't judge me," she snapped, "the effects
of the drugs..." she trailed away.
"What?" Saul
inquired.
Aradia considered telling
him what she saw, but thought better of it. She chugged more of the
orange juice down.
Saul stayed silent for a few
moments before he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "do you have
any idea how beautiful you look when you are asleep?"
Aradia stopped and lowered
the orange juice from her lips slowly.
"You look as exquisite as a
pagan goddess whom people used to make human sacrifices for," Saul
went on, "you always do. Whenever you walk in to a club people stop
and stare at you. Not just because of the way you smell, but
because of the way you are. You are so beautiful, so strong, and so
full of life."
"It's not surprising that I
would be noticed for that," Aradia remarked sarcastically, "seeing
as all the clubs we go to are full of vampires."
"What's wrong with that?"
asked Saul.
Aradia just shrugged. She
didn't really mind it, but what bothered her was the way the
vampires stared at her as if they were wondering what flavor she
would taste. At least among other hiddens, she didn't have to worry
about them always being tempted to eat her. What really bothered
her though was how arrogant the vampires were. They threw their
weight around wherever they went, and weren't above picking fights
with other races. They made fun of other hiddens by calling them
mutts, posers, and so on.
Aradia knew what was it like
to be judged harshly and cruelly. When she had been dating Dax, she
hadn't understood why people seemed to hate the vampires so much.
Now she was beginning to understand why and she wasn't happy about
it.
Chapter
Seventeen
The buck stood still in the
thickness of the woods, bending his head down to nibble at the
grass. Considering how skittish these creatures usually were, it
was surprising that he couldn't sense the pair of eyes staring at
him. It wasn't just one pair though, in the bushes nearby a few
other eyes stared at the buck hungrily. Suddenly, the buck raised
his head and looked around quickly. It was as if he was finally
sensing something was wrong. He then took off but by that time it
was far too late. Four wolves dashed out of the bushes and ran
after it; one black, one gray, one sandy brown, and one snowy
white. The white wolf took the lead as they began to close in on
the buck but the buck surprised them by taking a sharp leap to the
left. The white wolf didn't even pause, however, he just nodded to
the sandy brown who immediately followed the buck. The white wolf
ran then nodded to the gray and the black who went the opposite
way. The white wolf then ran straight ahead. The buck kept bounding
fast and forward until it finally saw a road. As if it were a
finish line, the buck raced toward the road. It was like the buck
believed that if he crossed that road he would be safe from the
wolves. However, the moment it was a few feet away from reaching
the road the sandy brown wolf appeared out of nowhere. He leaped
from the left as regular as any wolf, and tackled the buck. Unlike
a regular wolf though, the sandy brown seemed to wrap his arms
around the buck as he took it down to the ground. The buck and the
wolf wrestled on the ground until they reached a hill. The wolf
took one final bite to the buck's throat and pulled him over.
just seemed to accept it.
These images were still
haunting her even when she awoke two days later. She felt so groggy
that it was a struggle just to open her eyes but her stomach was
grumbling so she continued in her efforts to wake up. She slowly
stumbled and made her way to the fridge. She snatched the first
thing that she saw, orange juice, and began to chug it
down.
"Ewww," came a voice from
behind her, "right from the carton?"
Saul then wrapped his arms
around her from behind. He didn't hesitate when giving her a kiss
on the side of her cheek.
Aradia wiped her mouth with
the back of her hand. "Don't judge me," she snapped, "the effects
of the drugs..." she trailed away.
"What?" Saul
inquired.
Aradia considered telling
him what she saw, but thought better of it. She chugged more of the
orange juice down.
Saul stayed silent for a few
moments before he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "do you have
any idea how beautiful you look when you are asleep?"
Aradia stopped and lowered
the orange juice from her lips slowly.
"You look as exquisite as a
pagan goddess whom people used to make human sacrifices for," Saul
went on, "you always do. Whenever you walk in to a club people stop
and stare at you. Not just because of the way you smell, but
because of the way you are. You are so beautiful, so strong, and so
full of life."
"It's not surprising that I
would be noticed for that," Aradia remarked sarcastically, "seeing
as all the clubs we go to are full of vampires."
"What's wrong with that?"
asked Saul.
Aradia just shrugged. She
didn't really mind it, but what bothered her was the way the
vampires stared at her as if they were wondering what flavor she
would taste. At least among other hiddens, she didn't have to worry
about them always being tempted to eat her. What really bothered
her though was how arrogant the vampires were. They threw their
weight around wherever they went, and weren't above picking fights
with other races. They made fun of other hiddens by calling them
mutts, posers, and so on.
Aradia knew what was it like
to be judged harshly and cruelly. When she had been dating Dax, she
hadn't understood why people seemed to hate the vampires so much.
Now she was beginning to understand why and she wasn't happy about
it.
Chapter
Seventeen
The buck stood still in the
thickness of the woods, bending his head down to nibble at the
grass. Considering how skittish these creatures usually were, it
was surprising that he couldn't sense the pair of eyes staring at
him. It wasn't just one pair though, in the bushes nearby a few
other eyes stared at the buck hungrily. Suddenly, the buck raised
his head and looked around quickly. It was as if he was finally
sensing something was wrong. He then took off but by that time it
was far too late. Four wolves dashed out of the bushes and ran
after it; one black, one gray, one sandy brown, and one snowy
white. The white wolf took the lead as they began to close in on
the buck but the buck surprised them by taking a sharp leap to the
left. The white wolf didn't even pause, however, he just nodded to
the sandy brown who immediately followed the buck. The white wolf
ran then nodded to the gray and the black who went the opposite
way. The white wolf then ran straight ahead. The buck kept bounding
fast and forward until it finally saw a road. As if it were a
finish line, the buck raced toward the road. It was like the buck
believed that if he crossed that road he would be safe from the
wolves. However, the moment it was a few feet away from reaching
the road the sandy brown wolf appeared out of nowhere. He leaped
from the left as regular as any wolf, and tackled the buck. Unlike
a regular wolf though, the sandy brown seemed to wrap his arms
around the buck as he took it down to the ground. The buck and the
wolf wrestled on the ground until they reached a hill. The wolf
took one final bite to the buck's throat and pulled him over.
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