The MYTHICS

Cecil teased, "You seem happier than usual, Leticia." She grinned, "I am happier."

Cecil's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Successfully got in bed with Devon?" he asked, and immediately, a fork hit his forehead. "Ouch!!" he exclaimed, giving Devon an incredulous look.

Leticia, who had choked, gulped down the water Luis helped her pour. She dropped the cup, her cheeks flushing bright red. "No! Never! Impossible!"

Devon glared at Cecil, who made a cute pouty face. "I adore my face, Devon. Watch the face."

Without hesitation, Devon flung a cup at Cecil's face, but Cecil dodged it with a strangely fast reflex. Leticia gasped in shock. Does Devon want to kill Cecil?!? How did Cecil move so fast?

Luis and Quynn continued eating in silence, as if they hadn't just witnessed Devon's attempted assault. Cecil began to whine, "All of you hate me... What have I done to deserve such hatred?"

No one was listening to him. Leticia tapped Luis, who jolted. "Are you okay? You were lost."

Luis sighed, "I'm fine. Just got a lot on my mind." Leticia threw him a hopeful and bright smile that instantly made him smile. "It's okay. Everything's going to be just fine. Okay?"

Luis smiled, "Okay. Thanks a lot, sunshine." Leticia giggled at the nickname. Luis had helped her a few times and she saw no reason not to like him.

Quynn ate silently, his expression unreadable, but his thoughts were turbulent. He noticed how Leticia smiled at Luis, Devon, and Cecil, but not at him. "Because you're a snub," a voice whispered in his head. Quynn showed no reaction, continuing to eat.

Devon suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on Leticia. "Let's go." Leticia bade the rest a goodnight and went after Devon.

Devon walked rapidly, and Leticia jogged after him, her frustration growing. "Can you slow down? You're too fast!" she whined, finally catching up to him.

He halted abruptly, and Leticia collided with his back, losing her balance. He swiftly caught her by the waist, saving her from falling. In fear and instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes.

Devon smirked, pulling her to her feet. "Open your eyes, and let's go."

Leticia opened her eyes, frowning. "Can you please be slower? You're too fast, and my legs ache."

Devon's lips curved into a naughty smile. "That sounds dirty. Like we're..."

Leticia gasped, covering his mouth before he could finish, her eyes wide. "Don't complete that."

Devon looked at her, amused, his smirk still present beneath her palm. "Why? Don't you want to do that with me?"

Leticia flushed, looking away, and she murmured to herself, "How can he think of such? So dirty-minded."

Devon chuckled, removing her hand from his mouth, his hand against her skin was so cold and she shivered. A genuine smile played on his lips. "I'll hold you so you won't fall again." He offered his arm, and Leticia hesitated before taking it, her heart racing from the unexpected physical contact.

Leticia nodded as Devon held her hand, leading her away. She couldn't ignore the warmth and feeling of safety she felt with him.

'As long as I'm holding your hand, I won't be scared of the end of the world...' She quoted from her favourite book and bit back a smile, thinking, 'I'm so stupid.'

Devon opened the library door, and they entered. He walked over to a particular shelf, rolled up his sleeves, and effortlessly pushed the shelf aside, revealing a door. Leticia watched, awestruck, as he scanned his finger and the door beeped open. She couldn't believe a secret room could be behind those tall shelves of books. It's just like in those novels she's read.

"Come," Devon said, and Leticia hesitated before following him in. "Um, weird," she muttered, taking in the cold, dry, and dimly lit room. The wooden floor creaked beneath her feet, and she heard howling sounds. Devon snapped his fingers, and the room brightened up.

Leticia looked around, taking in the old bookshop-like atmosphere. It was a stark contrast to the rest of Devon's house, with no flashy lights or paintings. Devon walked to a shelf, pulled out a dusty book, and handed it to her.

Leticia blew off the dust, coughing as it filled the air. Devon patted her back, saying, "Calm down." She wiped off the remaining dust, revealing the title: "THE MYTHICS" in gold lettering.

"Mythics?" she asked, confused.

Leticia looked up at Devon, "What am I supposed to do with this? Why did you even bring me here..."

Devon interrupted, "Books are meant to be read. Remember what your father told you yesterday? That he wants me to do some revelation on his behalf?"

Leticia murmured, "Um, yeah..."

Devon nodded, "It's going to be tough and unbelievable. But you just have to believe it."

Leticia started to respond, "I..." but Devon cut her off, "Read the book and see me when you're done. I promise you won't regret it."

His smile was creepy, but Leticia nodded determinedly, her curiosity piqued. "Okay."

***

Manuel frowned, still perplexed by Devon's motives for keeping Leticia alive. "Just wait for me, Leticia. I promise to get you out of there," he thought to himself.

Suddenly, his door opened, and Mya entered. Manuel frowned, "Who let you in, Mya?" She rolled her eyes, "I let myself in."

Manuel pointed out, "We aren't supposed to meet today."

Mya slithered closer, wrapping her arms around his waist and her intention was glaring, "Yeah... but I miss you."

Manuel held her hand, his face hardening, "We made a pact not to repeat this, Mya. That was a mistake."

Mya hushed him, her hand slipping into his jeans. "You know you want this." Her voice came out seductive and Manuel sucked in a breath as she began to palm him through his jeans.

Manuel protested, "I love Mika." Mya bluntly replied, trying not to roll her eyes, "She's dead."

Manuel stared down at her beautiful face, disbelieving her insensitivity. "She's your sister."

Mya murmured, "Was." before violently crashing her lips onto his but Manuel pulled away, "This isn't right..."

She asked, annoyed, "Why so?"

Manuel explained, "I can't willingly betray Mika. The last time with you, we were drunk. I love Mika and..."

Mya interrupted, "She's dead, Manuel!"

Manuel clenched his fists, but Mya whispered, her breath soft on his neck, "She would have wanted you to be with me instead of anyone else, though."

She kissed his shoulder, and Manuel couldn't resist anymore. He desired Mya, and her emerald eyes reminded him of Mika, his first love. "Fine. We'll do this, but no feelings attached. I can't desert Mika like that."

"Hmn." Mya hummed and she captured his lips in a rough kiss. No longer hesitating, Manuel stripped her of her dress and her hands unbuckled his pants.

Soon, they were both naked on his bed. Squirming in lust and desire. He was hard and ready. She made him lie on his back and she lowered herself on him. He groaned, "Fuck it, Mya."

She bit her lips, "Ready for the ride of your life?" Of course she didn't wait for a reply before completely sitting down on his dick.

"oh, fuck, Manuel! " She cried out as his whole shaft filled her.

Manuel consumed the pleasure in silence as she began to bounce on his cock.

"Gawd... Ahh... So full! .. Oh fuck!" She screamed out as she rode on his cock like her life depended on it. She loves the feel of Manuel in her and she couldn't get enough of him but he always played reluctant. She had to drug him the previous time.

Manuel, who couldn't bear her screams anymore, grabbed her waist and began to pound into her. He just wanted to finish this quickly.

"Jeezzz... Harder ! Yes... Oh lord! Hmnnah."

Mya groaned,throwing her head back as Manuel fuckked her hard and fast,her breasts bouncing with her.

Noticing he's close, he pulled out of her and without any hesitation, she bent down and took his cock in her mouth. He came into her mouth and she swallowed every last drop, even licking him clean.

She smiled up at him, but Manuel couldn't return the smile. He felt disgusted, having sex with Mya again. He hated himself for it. She tried to kiss him, but he pushed her off, standing up abruptly. "Don't kiss me," he said gruffly.

Mya smirked, pushing her long hair back. "You're so hot, Manuel. No wonder my sister wasn't willing to share." Manuel ignored her, walking to the bathroom to escape her words. He needed to wash away her touch and clear her scent from his skin. He ran a bath, feeling a sense of self-loathing. "I just hate myself for this. Lord... I need to buy a new bed."

*****

Leticia grinned, closing the book with a sense of contentment. Devon was right; she didn't regret reading it one bit. It was damn interesting, one of the best supernatural novels she'd ever read. But why did he give it to her, though? It was just a fantasy novel about Mythics and Vampires.

It had been two days since she'd seen Devon. He had disappeared as he often did, leaving her wondering. She left her room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him and ask why he'd given her this book to read. She had so many questions.