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The White Garden

Heed the dead, follow up the past, and the souls of the people would again grow great. But, what is courtesy to a man without love? Rules grants a responsibility upon the soul of a man, a purpose to live up to the expectations of his maker. A sinner would one be if one walks the wrong path, a sinner is a dead flower and a dead flower belongs to a black garden, a garden of emptiness and loneliness. Fated enmity was a pain to the protagonist’s ass. His kind had always been at war with the Vampires, creatures of the night that always vied for blood, a liquid tissue that soothed their throats and granted unto them, immortality. That was a trait his kind lacked, they were only considered as strong as their archenemies whenever they had an advantage in numbers. Fate had always proven to be a provider of an oddity. Amongst thousands of Werwolves, he was but the only odd one which might have been due to his origin. Envious was his kind of him for he possessed immortality but they could do nothing to him since he was their sire, an entity that had lived as long as the oldest Vampires. He had never participated in the war between the two races for he was a hater of battles and lover of peace. The peace ended when a mortal appeared in the plot. Loved was she by the resident of the white garden but hunted was she by the resident’s enemies. Her blood was proven to be useful to them but how could the protagonist let his hope be hurt by fate? The mortal was the only redemption he had left, for the sins he had committed. So, he yearned for a white garden, one filled with endless peace.

Michael_Millan · Fantasy
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12 Chs

The Fog From The Garden

(•Silvia Argent•)

Wouldn't lie to myself, the weird man that blocked my way, yesterday, was quite handsome. His waist length white hair was really beautiful and those silvery eyeballs of his were charming. His frozen expression coupled with his white suit made him look like a Greek God.

I was the only living within my house and since my parents were not residing within Los Angeles, I knew I had to take care of myself. I might have been a police officer due to the many connections my dad has got with numerous people, I was sure a competent officer. I arose from the bed during the early hour and took a quick bath before proceeding to cladding my body in a police uniform.

I walked down the stairs and finally exited the house, I wasted no time in driving myself to the station as quick as I could. Finally walking past the entry gates of the station, salutes were delivered but lustful gazes accompanied them. I was used to such gazes so I remained unbothered. I couldn't get rid of the image of the stranger and that distracted me till the day's end. I exited the station and drove myself back to my home and the journey cost me half an hour.

I alighted from the car but I got thrown off my feet just at that exact moment and my face collided with the soil which casted a hint of dizziness upon me. I shook my head and finally caught sight of the familiar huge man that towered over my body. I finally recognized him after half a minute, he was Alister, a new recruit. No one needed to tell me he was the person behind the orchestration of the raped victims.

I unholstered my pistol and pulled the trigger. Bang! A sound rang out just as a bullet escaped the gun, kissing the vile man's chest. He retreated and pulled some distance away from me but his face expression faltered not. He resumed his advance towards me but I could not let him do so. Bang! Bang! Pulled the trigger twice and shot was he twice at the same spot. He staggered backwards but regained his footing after seconds, I tried pulling my trigger once more but I had ran out of bullets.

What kind of person would be shot thrice and wouldn't flinch? I literally thought he was clad in a bulletproof vest. That thought was ripped into pieces when I sighted claws jutting out of his hands and fangs sprouting out of his mouth. His eyes turned yellow and scared was I for I had never experienced such transformation. He moved towards me and I could not discern his figure for he was just too fast.

Very soon, my legs were being dragged and my whole body danced to the tune of the motion. The monster wanted to find a favorable position to enjoy his victim, I guessed. I screamed and yanked my legs away from his fingers but I could not rival his strength. I stopped resisting after a while, knowing fully I could do nothing to stop the monsters. I broke into tears and finally he stopped, he was already about to push his claws forward and rip apart my cloth.

The wind howled, it was more of a scream. Fog swarmed into the whole street and curious was I. What really was going on? Was I dreaming? The monster stopped the advance of his claws and gazed deep into the heart of the fog but saw no one. After few seconds, a white haired but beautiful young man, walked out of the fog. My heart screamed, was that not the Greek God? But, why was his eyeballs black? He only walked but every step covered a lot of distance and very soon, he was few meters away from I and the monster.

I could see fear written all over the monster's face, he trembled at the sight of the stranger. He said nothing but fell to his knees. `M'lord, please have mercy!' Exclaimed the monster and baffled was I, I arose from the ground and dirty was my uniform. The stranger said nothing but his hot gaze was upon me. `It's the nature of monsters such as we to consider humans as our playthings but you chose the wrong person. Who could we blame? Young one, it's fate. I could as well spare you but the beast in me refuses to have a person that brought harm to it's mate, live.' I couldn't understand their conversation but I did feel scared of the ethereal voice that rang out of the stranger.

The monster arose and absconded, he escaped with such an indiscernible speed and the stranger made no move to stop him, he had only transversed few meters before his head fell off his shoulders. I wondered what ended the life of the monster for seconds before the truth was very much revealed. Few seconds after having his head decapitated, blood streamed out of his neck and so did the body slump to the solid ground. Right before the dead monster, stood another white suited man. `Gabriel, thanks. Just pick up the body and give him a proper burial.'

The other man gave a curtly nod of approval as he picked both the headless body and it's head. A second passed not and gone was he, I still wondered how they were just so fast but I was brought away from the maze of imagination by the stranger's voice. `Wouldn't you invite me to your home?' I really wanted to reject his proposal but my curiosity conquered my fear. `Let's go in but if you try to bring harm to me, I'll kill you.' I regretted giving such a reply for I knew that I could not harm such an entity. We both headed towards the heart of my home and scared I was for a huge mystery soon to be revealed.