The Moonlit Desires: Bound by Blood

We have been walking for a while now from Venice (Venezia) where my pack was located to God knows where. It was almost dawn and we were still walking on the road, following the hidden trails in the woods. I stopped fighting when I realized that no matter how hard I wriggled my body, I was not going to be able to escape my abductors.

I couldn’t do anything but continue following them, though I couldn’t smell them because of their masked scent but I could feel them. There are many and I find myself trapped in the middle of two repugnant-looking men with short black hairs and tattoos all over from their hands to their necks. They were putting on a tunic so it was hard to see the tattoos well.

I was scared walking along with these blood-sucking monsters all alone in the woods, but I was stubborn. I won’t allow them to see my fear. Being tricky, manipulative, and devilish, they didn’t tie me up or handcuff me. Despite knowing that I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to, they still allowed me to walk freely, wanting me to make an escaping move so that they could hunt me down instantly.

I so much wanted to glance around, to know if I could by any chance see the gray-eyed monster that had killed my father but I guess my heart is not ready to stare at any of their faces. Too scared to lift a head.

However, I still didn’t know where I was being taken to, were they taking me to the best breeders for sale or what…….. Exactly? So many questions in my head that I had no answers to. Then suddenly my father’s last painful scream reverberated through my head, bouncing back and forth in my two ears. And tears slowly strolled down my face. They killed my father.

Those malicious deadly mythical creatures killed my father, I can never forgive them……. Never!!! Both Ava and Vincenzo Salvatore.

Unlike vampires I can’t compare them with us; werewolves. We might be stronger due to our ability to transform into our powerful beasts but right now, I feel weaker than ever. It feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders, and it’s making it hard to keep up the pace.

“Almost……. Hang in there,” One of those bloodsuckers had the nerve to mock me as I struggled to move forward. But I won’t let their words get to me. I’ll keep pushing ahead, showing them I’m stronger than they think.

The others mirrored his demeanor and they burst into disgusting laughter. I bite hard on my lips, remaining calm with my fists curled by the sides. Is not like I could do anything, these monsters can end me with a swift of a finger.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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We arrived at the city in northern Italy, the capital of Lombardy, and the second-most populous city proper in Italy after Rome……. Milan (Milano) was 245 km from my country and the road distance was 263. 8 km but due to my wobbling legs and how exhausted I was…… it felt like years to me.

We got to a huge giant black and navy gate which immediately opened as we walked in and that was when it hit me like a brick of rock. I am in the territory of our enemies, a lone tear trekked down my face and it weighed down on me that I have lost my freedom…… forever!

By the corners were bodyguards standing at every spot, and honestly, I must admit that the country seemed finer than what I was being told in my pack. It seemed open and even more exposed to the outside world than ours which was hidden for our own safety. The place is damn beautiful but at the same time, I need to cautiously remind myself that I am now trapped in the middle of our enemies that can easily shred me without a second thought.

Nonetheless, I didn’t get enough time to fully admire the place when suddenly one of the vampires from earlier grabbed my hand roughly. I writhe and whimper slightly in pain. I groaned out mentally as he started dragging me forward, I could feel severe pains around my joints.

“Is Capo around?” The hefty man dragging me said, stopping at another transparent gate as he forcefully pushed me to the ground.

“No……” the vampire standing in front of the gate answered while looking at me, fear gripped me and my eyes dilated at the sight of the sharp object in his palms. I trembled in pain and fear as the man gave me a close look. “Capo went out but I’m sure she is going to make a good fortune,” he answered, his gaze directed at me.

The hefty man smiled mischievously and forcefully pulled me up from the ground. I tried to squirm free from his tight grip, but his fist held onto my hands like a vice. With nowhere to run, it felt like I was trapped in an endless sea, ready to swallow me whole at any moment.

I could feel their disdainful looks and side eyes directed at me as if I was the easiest target in their eyes from the other vampires passing there as we made our way to God knows where. He continued dragging me till we were out of those blood sucker’s sights and in an empty plot of land looking more like a forbidding territory. I could feel his grip tighten as he stopped in front of this creepy, old building. And with a swift motion, he unlocked the door and forcefully pushed me inside. I couldn’t hold back my tears as I desperately crawled forward, but my hopes were crushed when I realized the door had already been locked from the outside.

“No…… please,” I banged continuously on the door, my voice coming out more tiredly and in a whisper.

But suddenly I instantly froze in my tracks, startled by the unexpected sound of a feminine voice behind me. “Weren’t we all like this at the first time,” she asked, causing me to halt on what I was doing. “Lucky you, you were not disfigured before being trapped in here,”

And that’s when I slowly turned around with a puzzled look, confusion flooding my face as thousands of pairs of eyes stared back at me. Girls both young, my age, or a bit older than me look back at me. Different species, both werewolves, warlocks, and even humans…….. Wait!! Humans.

I was shocked and out of words when one of the girls stepped forward with a beaming smile, I guess a warlock. “Just accept your fate and be ready to either turn slave or be sold out to rich breeders,” one of the other girls scoffed, typically a werewolf but I guess from another pack not ours though Matteo Salvatore is the king of werewolves but there were still several packs under him.

The warlock girl ignored the other girl and stretched out her hand forward, “Hi, I am Alma Gonzales,”

The smile not leaving her face, I gave her a long look before I tiredly stretched my right hand forward also ignoring those pair of curious eyes. “Hi, I am Emma Giovanni,”

To be continued……….