Immortal Desire

The antique pendulum clock in the living room strikes at midnight, its melancholic roar echoed in the whole mansion. It may be strange but this sound made the lady of the house curled her body even more on her bed, hoping to extend her trip to her dreamland, but that was not the case.  Latina opened her eyes when she felt the cooling breeze brushing her skin. She roamed her hands on the surface, only to find no one. Fear crept inside her understanding she’s alone, again, inside the dull room where she had a multicolored world of her own. “Sebastian?” Latina called, awaiting the man to answer, but, to her fright, no one responded. Latina wrapped the blanket on her body before getting up. She stared at the midnight sky from the window. The sta

 The midnight sky is fading, welcoming the dawn and sooner, the morning sunshine. Most people were in the climax of their dreams at this time of hour, except those who belong in the vampire tribe. While several vampires went to hunt, cautious of their actions, so they won’t be discovered, the elders in the Duke’s mansion were having their predicament.“Ah!” Landro wailed in pain when Sebastian snapped his left arm without moving an inch from his seat. “My lord! Please consider!” Landro continued to plead for his wish. “Nonsense.” Sebastian shook his head in disagreement and did the same trick with Landro’s right arm. “Speak once more and your head will be next,” he warned. The elder zipp