los ojos de la oscuridad (
the eyes of darkness)

Coronavirus: el libro que 'predijo' la creación de un virus en Wuhan
Un libro escrito en 1981 por Dean Koontz presenta similitudes con la llamada crisis del coronavirus.

Coronavirus: the book that 'predicted' the creation of a virus in Wuhan
A book written in 1981 by Dean Koontz shows similarities to the so-called coronavirus crisis

"YES!" – An exultant Ma'am Merl celebrated as soon as she entered our office. "The printing press approved our request!"

I almost jumped off my seat. "That's great then! So, what are the terms?"

"Actually, after they checked my transaction history with them, they agreed with our demands – and gave it to us for free!"

My eyes bulged upon hearing that the corrections will be applied at no cost. No matter how cynical I was beforehand, it still worked out. Also, it wasn't really an implausible idea that just because she was Emerlina Arnante, she perfectly executed the plan. At the end of the day, she's one of the most acknowledged teachers in the region.

"When will we get the copies?" I asked. 

"On Friday. That gives us three more days to make sure that everything is arranged before we release them to the entire school."

"Alright. That should be easy. What are we supposed to do now?"

"Prepare for the upcoming Intramurals."

"Wait, what? Isn't it too early for that? Besides, it's only January."

"Right. Well, since our school has already adapted the August-December and January-May format, it was supposed to happen last month. However, because of the strong typhoon, it was suspended. Hence, moving it to the 17th until the 19th of this month."

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It was almost seven in the evening when I finished editing several articles, including news and literary pieces, which will be used in the upcoming Nexus issues. Before I completed everything, I received a weird-looking email from an unknown sender.

Nothing really looked peculiar at first. But its title caught my attention – "The Infamous Recession Scheme."

As I scanned it, I realized that it was an editorial about the Novel Coronavirus or nCoV written in English. It made me wonder how and why it was sent to me. Besides, I didn't even know who disseminated it. Worse, why was it about the virus?

There was a paragraph where its author gave a hint regarding a certain powerful country who wanted to spark the third world war without using any artillery. It made me think how this chaos really started.

To my surprise, a friend also sent me a photograph of a portion of a Dean Koontz written book, "The Eyes of Darkness." Here's what page 353 of such book contained:

"I'm not interested in the philosophy or morality of biological warfare," Tina said. "Right now Ijust want to know how the hell Danny wound up in this place."

"To understand that," Dombey said, "you have to go back twenty months. It was around then that a Chinese scientist named Li Chen defected ti the United States, carrying a diskette record of China's most important and dangerous new biological weapon in a decade. They call the stuff "Wuhan-400" because it was developed at their RDNA labs outside of the city of Wuhan, and it was their four-hundredth viable strain of man-made microorganisms created at that research center.

"Wuhan-400 Is a perfect weapon. It afflicts only human beings. No other living creature can carry it. And like syphilis, Wuhan-400 can't survive outside a living body for longer than a minute, which means it can't permanently contaminate objects or entire places the way anthrax and other virulent microorganisms can. And when the host expires, the Wuhan-400 within him perishes a short while later, as soon as the temperature of the corpse drops below eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit. Do you see the advantage of all this?"

The specificity of Koontz's words gave me goose bumps. After reading everything, a lot of questions clobbered my gray matter – which made me forget it was almost eight in the evening and I was still in the office. I took all my stuff, put them in my bag and speedily went home.

"It's almost nine, Pat," mom said as I bolted to my room. "Where have you been?"

"I was stuck in our office, Ma. Ma'am Merl left me with a bunch of articles that needed editing," I answered. "I made sure to finish all of them.

"Isn't that too much? I mean, you just got into the publication."

"I'm not surprised at all, Ma."

As soon as she left, I locked my room and started browsing the internet. I searched for the book's most notable phrases about Koontz's future predictions. Our residence wasn't really the most feasible for a smooth reception, but it was just enough to get the information I needed. There were numerous search results – but one of them really stood out. It was a picture of a page from Koontz's book – the page wasn't shown – but it talked about the year 2020.

"In around 2020 a severe pneumonia-like illness will spread throughout the globe, attacking the lungs and the bronchial tubes and resisting all known treatments. Almost more baffling than the illness itself will be the fact that it will suddenly vanish as quickly as it arrived, attack again ten years later, and then disappear completely."

I was startled. The fact that Koontz really stated the year 2020 in his prophecy made it even spookier. Now that it all made sense, I checked if my memory served me right. But before doing so, I first listed all the things I knew before verifying them – I was thinking of Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome or SARS. 

Based from what I recalled, SARS probably boomed between 2000 and 2005. I wasn't even ten years old by then, but I knew my retention would not fail me. Afterwards, I went back to the internet to validate my conspiracy.

The World Health Organization website shown that SARS was identified in 2003. It was thought to be an animal virus from an as-yet-uncertain animal reservoir, perhaps bats, that spread to other animals (civet cats) and first infected humans in the Guangdong province of southern China in 2002.

Furthermore, Brenda L. Teslini, MD, of the University of Rochester School of Medicine and Dentistry, discussed the coronaviruses in their website, MSD Manual Professional Version. What she wrote gave me a clearer picture of the virus.

Coronaviruses are enveloped RNA viruses that cause respiratory illnesses of varying severity from the common cold to fatal pneumonia. Numerous coronaviruses, first discovered in domestic poultry in the 1930s, cause respiratory, gastrointestinal, liver, and neurologic diseases in animals. Only 7 coronaviruses are known to cause disease in humans.

Four of the 7 coronaviruses most frequently cause symptoms of the common cold. Three of the 7 coronaviruses cause more severe, and sometimes fatal, respiratory infections in humans than other coronaviruses and have caused major outbreaks of deadly pneumonia in the 21st century:

SARS-CoV2 is a novel coronavirus identified as the cause of coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19) that began in Wuhan, China in late 2019 and spread worldwide.

MERS-CoV was identified in 2012 as the cause of Middle East respiratory syndrome (MERS).

SARS-CoV was identified in 2002 as the cause of an outbreak of sever acute respiratory syndrome (SARS).

These coronaviruses that cause severe respiratory infections are the zoonotic pathogens, which begin in infected animals and are transmitted from animals to people.

It was clear that COVID-19 was a strain of the original SARS virus which was notorious in 2003.

Therefore, Koontz made sense when he declared that the virus will vanish quickly as it arrived, attack again ten years later.

But, what I was really hoping for was the next phase – for this destructive virus to disappear completely.

We take photographs as Return Tickets to moments otherwise gone. As Pat regains his shutter touch, Jane arrives in his borderline-okay life, which will make unimaginable differences.

CHAPTER 283: THINKING OF HIM
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Swallowing the food in her mouth, Nina gulped a glass of water. She clears her throat to prepare to talk to Kristina instead.
"Ahem. Kristina, is my room ready? Can I move in tomorrow?" she asked cheerfully. Of course, it delighted her to stay away from Steven. She wants to move out today if she were to ask. 
Kristina, who focuses all her senses on her food, raises her head and meets Nina's beautiful eyes. She responded, "Yes. Emily and Vanessa, with the other girls in the dormitory to clean your room today for you to move in tomorrow. I think it will finish soon." 
"Really? Then I can move today!" she uttered excitedly. 
Steven was in panic hearing this; he promptly stopped Nina. He complains, "Why are you in a hurry to move in? We haven't spent more time yet." He sounded hurting.
Nina pursed a smile as she mouthed, "We have plenty of time from now on, right?" 
"But still… you can stay here. You don't need a dormitory. I will drive you to school before I go to the office, then we can go home after our classes in the evening. And even if I have no class, I will always pick you up from school. And if I couldn't drive you to school, Mr. Feng can drop you off. They will be here in two weeks," Steven proposes. 
Of course, he would not give up convincing Nina. This is his chance to be alone with her. He wouldn't wait for Jessica to arrive. Once Jessica was here, she would follow Nina around and put her nose into Nina's business. 
Meanwhile, eating quietly across from Steven and Nina: Harry and Kristina fell on their thoughts. From their point of view, everything that Steven mentions is more likely a proposal. This guy is truly madly in love with Nina. 
But Harry feels something is not right. Why does Steven hurry to live with Nina like a married couple? 
Nina, on the other hand, prefers her silence, carefully munching her food. But Steven is tenacious to hear her answer. She presses her lips to calm down and has careful thought on how to explain things with Steven. Of course, she could not openly blurt out in front of others that she is breaking up with him. 
Heaving a silent sigh, she muttered, "Steven, I already told you that one thing why I came here is to live independently. I could not do that if I was living in a huge mansion with a bunch of servants and even have a personal driver. That's not my purpose why I am here as an Exchange Student. Besides, I know how to drive now. I will buy a car to drive myself. Also, Jessica knows to drive too."
Steven rendered speechlessly learning this. 'No way!' Now he was racking his head about how to make her stay, at least until tomorrow. He wants to spend time with her tonight!
Heaving a sigh of defeat, Steven concealed his displeasure. He could see that Nina wanted to stay away from him because of what happened last night, and she was still angry about what he did. But he loves her so much. How could he convince Nina that he is really in love with her and wanted to marry her sooner? If Nina accepts his proposal. Right at this moment, he will marry her. 
But now, she was aloof, and it felt like she was drifting away from him. How could she please him? What can make her happy? Steven mused. 
"Okay..." he stopped being stubborn. "I will take you tomorrow to your dormitory. It's my responsibility to help you settle in. Dean Collins assigned me to take care of all you needed and tour you around the University. We can go shopping to buy the things you needed," he said in a gentle tone, pushing a smile to hide his frustration. Nina ignores him, but she can not stop him from doing this. 
From that table, someone had no sense at all that a heavy tension grew in the room. Upon hearing the word shopping, Seth's ears stood like a puppy. Instantly, excitement crept to his body as his eyes twinkled. 
"Shopping?" he burst out.
Everyone's attention settled on Seth's direction. Watching him quiver with excitement, Nina got an idea. "You can come with us, Seth. I promised to buy you a late present. Let me buy you tomorrow!" She invited Seth to come along tomorrow.
"Is that true, sister Nina? That is not a joke?" Seth's eyes twinkled several times that made Nina laugh. 
"I'm serious," she said with a huge smile across her face.
"Yes!" Seth delightedly exclaimed, almost jumped from his chair. 
Astounded, Lucy watched Seth with an open mouth. She could not believe this guy didn't see the picture. 'It was a date for sister Nina and brother Steven! Yet, he volunteered to be the third wheel!' 
Steven, on the other hand, it shocked him when Seth cut in and didn't realize it was a couple's shopping date. Across the table, Kristina giggled in silence. She has no comment on how shameless Seth is. Harry, who astounded as well, could only shake his head. He glanced at Steven, and his twin brother was frowning from disappointment. 
Too bad the guy noticed nothing about what was going on; Seth doesn't stop talking. "Sister Nina! I will help you move in tomorrow! I could carry your luggage and shopping bags!" 
"Sure!" Nina answered gleefully. It will be a great idea to have Seth as a company. Besides, the guy is so funny. It was him who saved her from great tension when Steven kept insisting about her not moving out. 
"How about you, Kristina? Are you free tomorrow? What time is your class?" asked Nina after a little while. She's hoping that Kristina won't turn her down.
Surprised that Nina invited her, she replied, "My classes would be in the afternoon and evening." 
"Oh, great! Why don't you come with us? I need a girl's opinion while Jessica wasn't here. Honestly, she's the one organizing my things and helping me to choose what is the best quality for buying items." Embarrassed, Nina told Kristina honestly. But it's better to have more people to shop around than being alone with Steven. 
Kristina seemed to weigh things at first. Later, she accepted Nina's invitation. "Sure! Since I have nothing to do in the morning." 
"Great, then!" said Nina, her eyes caught Harry is gaping at her tenderly. She smiled at him before she lowered her gaze and returned to eating. 
From then on, the tension has lifted. Grateful at Seth, keep throwing lousy jokes and Nina laughing hard. 
After the merry lunch halfway, Nina volunteered to help wash the dishes. But Kristina and Lucy did not allow her. Honestly, they couldn't help staring at her creamy smooth hands. They are guessing Nina is not used to doing any house chores, and she must have countless servants to do them. Even Steven is showing extra care not to let Nina do anything and always mentioning the servants coming back soon to take care of her. 
After they kicked her out in the kitchen, Nina went to the library and scanned the shelves to check out what books Shang has that she hasn't read yet. 
Nina read the title one by one; she found interesting books that she had not read yet. Dean Koontz wrote it. However, she couldn't reach it. 
"Which one do you want to read?" 
Asked the man standing behind her. Her heart freaked out. 'Harry!' 
Nina gulped. Now she could not think straight. Harry was just behind her, and this made her heart thumping crazily. 
"Which one do you prefer to read?" Harry asked Nina once again. He was waiting for her to respond, but she remained silent. "Nina?" 
She pressed her eyelids, letting Harry's sweet voice soothing throughout her nerves. Listening to his voice, she won't tire of hearing every word coming out of his mouth. She wishes for him to speak more, but she has to respond.
Stammering, she replied to Harry. "I... I am having a hard time which one I should read first," she reasoned out. Her face blushed pink when Harry chuckled. 
"Okay. How about these two books?" Harry reaches out for a book with the color blue and black covers. "You haven't read them yet?" asked Harry. 
Nina shaking her head, she averted her gaze from Harry. 'What is he doing?'
Nina bites her lower lip. Harry is looking at her with an intense gaze. It made her have difficulty breathing properly. Harry's presence is too much for her senses to take. Last night, she dreamed of him. 
In her dream, they were kissing. It must be what she dreamed about after she's thinking of Harry all night.
And all night, she cried until she fell asleep. And to forget what Steven did to her, it was Harry in her mind. She recalls the night they held hands while looking for a way out from the Horror House and those kisses they shared. 
If she hadn't had those memories, what Steven did to her last night and even from the last time, it would be a complete nightmare to her... 


“I have loved you my whole life...” 

Volume One: "BEAR MY CHILD"

Searching for a blood donor, Nikki Lindsey receives a text message from a mysterious man offering medical help for her mother’s surgery. 

She is tempted to accept the offer, even if it means to sleep with him to bear his child.

But to save the precious life of the family she only has, she fought the fear of being touched by a man with closed eyes.

However, Nikki fell in love for the first time with someone already engaged. 

She struggled to avoid this man when he was all over the place and even got closer to her, pushing her harder in love with him.

Nikki wanted to forget him, as her body was already purchased by a person the face she had never seen— but taught her to covet for his touch while her heart longing for someone else.

How can she get free from him?

And how can she avoid another man when both are opening the door to the past? 

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Volume Two: WHY LOVE IS COMPLICATED?

When a LOVE STORY in the present time opens the box of distant memories... 

Nina Li has everything in life. But all she ever wanted was to be loved by the man of her dreams. 

Nina secretly enrolls at Leeroy John Collins University in New Jersey to follow Harry. 

But when her father found it out, she was sent to England instead and planned to lock her inside an all-girls Academy. 

Since Nina is an obedient daughter, she chose to follow her parents rather than her heart. 

It was the year 1980s when communication was through love letters. 

Nina was happier when she and Harry began exchanging letters. However, Harry seemed not interested in courting her, but his twin brother Steven, the one pursuing her.

Steven confesses that he would even fly from New Jersey to England to see her and prove his love. 

When she chose the man who loves her, Nina learned that Steven lied to her and Harry. 

She wants to break up with him. However, her life becomes like hell.

Could she ever ESCAPE from him? 

What PRICE should she PAY for her freedom? 

What SECRET she's hiding that everyone at the PRESENT doesn't know about it? 


* * * 
REMINDERS:
Some (or maybe several, the story still ongoing) Chapters are erotic and inappropriate for younger readers. Please be warned!

Halfway is ML’s POV, hilarious/humorous. So enjoy it!
But be warned with explicit words from their mouth. And this is also a drama— emotion involves. (for Volume One)

The story's climax has violence as part of the tragic experience, but the sweetest surprise awaits. Give it a try to find out more!

(Author Words:
As mentioned above, ML in Vol. One is mysterious, so there is no Introduction to him. Hehe...) 

“MY STUBBORN MISTRESS presents Burning Passion.” 

Stories of individuals and couples of how they devoted themselves in the name of love. 

[Please Read Me!] 

“I have loved you my whole life...” is our BURNING PASSION Book One! 

Stories to look forward to...
STATUS/PROGRESS
Volume 1: Story of Nikki Lindsey (Chapter 01-180)
Volume 2: Story of Nina Li (Ongoing)
Volume 3: Story of Erika Lim (next)
Volume 4: Story of Min Xi Hong (next with a short story only)
Volume 5: Combine the stories of everyone (Finale!)
*Other important characters are from my main novel (My Stubborn Mistress) 

HAPPY READING!!!

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As soon as Corbin stepped into the shower he was in Ivan's arms; strong and safe. Their lips battled for purchase and dominance behind their smiles. They made quick love, wasting no time with foreplay, the heat of the moment matching the heat of the shower water. Their bodies cooled with the water before washing bodies and hair and stepping out. 

Ivan cooked a box of macaroni as a quick snack before finally curling up with one another in their shared bed before drifting off to sleep. 

Three days later saw Ivan sitting at his desk going over the latest case file connected to the case that, in his career, has never disturbed him more. 

The latest victim, a twenty-two-year-old male. His body was badly mutilated with deep lacerations across his abdomen, buttocks, penis and testicles. As he was flipping through the pictures the coroner had taken of the body, noticed something that looked familiar that was not present on the other victims' bodies, however the way in which each person was murdered, the bodily mutilations as well as a pendant gripped in each of their hands, as if placed there postmortem. The pendant was, in each case including this new one, St. Nicholas, the patron saint of whores. 

What caught Ivan's attention on this particular photo was a tattoo. Ivan frowned as he studied it but didn't recall a photo of this tattoo in any other of the files. 

He picked up his phone, dialing a number from memory. He listened, counting the rings on the other end. "Come on, damn it, answer." On the fifth ring someone answered. "Sam, hey, quick question on this case. The newest victim has a tattoo on his right hip. A long stem rose. Was that present on any of the others and photographic evidence wasn't taken, by chance?"

There was a pause before, "Not that I'm aware of. It wasn't mentioned before in the M.E.'s report. What's the significance? Think it's some kind of brand?"

Ivan's heart stammered at those words. "I'm not sure the significance yet. I was just double checking. Maybe you'd caught something I'd missed."

"Sorry, no. I saw the photos but I just figured it was a run-of-the-mill tattoo."

"Alright, thanks, Sam. I'll let you know if I come up with something." He disconnected the call and stared at the tattoo. It was a symbol he knew intimately. A churning in his gut told him something was amiss. But he had no idea what. "There's no way he's connected to this..." he said to himself. A quick search of this person had discovered him a startling coincidence. Ivan sighed. This couldn't be right. 

When Ivan returned home he was greeted by Juno at the door; tail wagging and ears up. Corbin was sitting on the couch reading a Dean Koontz novel, his legs stretched along its length. He smiled at Ivan when he entered the living room, set his book aside and slid his feet to the floor. 

"Hey, baby. You look tired. Rough day?" Ivan sat down next to him, scrubbing his hands over his face. 

"Long. This case. It keeps throwing me curve balls." Ivan closed his eyes and sighed. "Cor...can I, um, can I ask you something?"

Corbin frowned. The hesitation in his voice scared him. "What?"

"The tattoo on your hip. Where did you get it?" Do you think it's some kinda brand? He did now. 

"Why?" Ivan watched Corbin's face closely. His body. He began shifting, fidgeting his fingers nervously around one another. 

"It's probably nothing. But off chance, do you know anyone by the name of Mark Franklin?"

At the name Corbin paled, though he schooled his expression quickly. "A long time ago."

"Corbin, he...he was killed last night."

Corbin closed his eyes inhaling a shaky breath. "How?

Ivan watched him. He was barely in control. "It's better you don't know the details. Did you get the tattoos together?"

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he nodded. "It was another lifetime. I...hadn't spoken to him in years. He...he was here? In Houston?"

Ivan wondered why the sudden panic that filled the question. "Yeah. You didn't know? I mean, when y'all split ways, it wasn't in Houston?"

Corbin shook his head. "No. We went to Austin when we...left San Antonio. Spent the weekend there. And on a Sunday night on sixth street after some drinks, we went our own ways. I never saw him again."

Ivan knew he was telling the truth. But he was also aware that the story he'd been told was the Reader's Digest version. He chose not to comment. Corbin had never been open about his past and Ivan didn't want to push too much, too fast. From experience he knew that would not have the hoped for results. 

Ivan nodded. "I'm sorry, Cor. He seems to have meant something to you."

Corbin nodded. "He did. He...kept me alive." He said the last bit as if to himself. 

Ivan frowned. "What do you mean?"

Corbin's eyes went to his hands that were clasping tightly to one another. "Ivan," Corbin said. He took a shaky breath as a tear fell from his eyes. 

"Baby, I don't want to make you relive whatever it is you're running from, but if you knew him...what if you knew the others?"

"Others?" Corbin covered his face, slowly inhaling. Exhaling. Ivan didn't say anything. His detective brain reeling. "What others?"

"Corbin..." Ivan exhaled. He didn't like discussing his work with him. He tried protecting Corbin from that side of his work. He didn't know much about Corbin's past other than the conclusions he'd drawn with deductive reasoning over the years of their relationship. 

"Ivan, please."

"If you want information, I need information in return. Can you do that?"

Corbin felt his heart break at not only Ivan's words but at the icy undertone in his voice. "Ivan. How can I tell you what I've been through? You'll never look at me the same. Nothing will be the same." Corbin hid his face in his hands, his body tense. Ivan could see he was shaking. He knew it wasn't fair of him to demand but it went further than them now. If Corbin held knowledge that could help stop this killer he needed to know. 

When you see behind the lie, the truth is irrefutable

As Alice and her companion disappeared in the darkness, Mitch didn't know where to go now. It seemed that this town wasn't small at all, and Linda could have gone anywhere. But something inside him was telling that he could find some answers in the hospital. Mitch didn't remember its name, but when he looked at the map last time, it kind of reminded him of the word "alchemy" or something. He checked the photos he made of the map which said he had to move just straight forward along Sandford Street, then turn left to Riverside Drive and continue north to Crichton Street. The hospital named "Alchemilla" is right where Crichton Street meets Koontz Street, so he shouldn't miss that turn.
Approaching the corner of Crichton and Koontz streets, Mitch suddenly heard a sound that made him stop where he was. It sounded like growling of some kind of animal and was following him from behind. Mitch shone the light of his phone to the direction of the sound and it took him strength to keep himself from losing consciousness. The source of growling sound was a creature he had never seen before in his life. Generally it resembled a dog, but the word "hellhound" would be the best to describe what was standing before him. The creature's body looked like if it was wrapped in filthy, torn gauze, but that's not what made Mitch shiver before it. It was the face of the being, if it could be even called a face. The dog's snout was literally sliced in two halves, bloody insides visible, and each half had rows of sharp teeth in its mouth. The monstrous hound sniffed the air, and when it felt the presence of a human being before it, the creature howled, and after a few moments there could be more growls heard gathering around. Having no better idea, Mitch chose to run for it, and, as expected, the hellhounds started following him, their growling behind his back becoming louder with every second. Seeing the gate to the hospital being slightly ajar, he rushed inside, slamming the rusty gates right before the hounds could get to him. The demonic dogs couldn't break through the gates, but there was no way back, so Mitch went to the main entrance. He knew he was trapped here, and hoped that after some time these abominations would finally lose interest and leave.
Entering the hospital, Mitch saw that inside it wasn't different from what he saw outside. It looked like true hell, just like the whole damned town. He could only wonder what Linda had to do with all this hellhole, but continued the way inside nonetheless. After all, he didn't have much choice.
Mitch tried to step as quiet as possible, being afraid to attract the attention of any creature that might roam around the hospital. He wasn't sure though whether there were any monsters inside the building, but in this world of hell, they might be everywhere. Also, he understood that he had to find something he could use for protection. Not always he would be that lucky to run away unharmed, so finding some weapon was number one priority.
So far, the only door that Mitch could get through was the door to the on-call room, other ones being locked. He began to search it, but still nothing he could find that might serve as a weapon. This was the room where the hospital staff could rest during their shift, but this was of no help to Mitch now. There were two doors leading out of here, and he decided to check the one on the left first. It was open as well which was good. Thinking logically, Mitch concluded that this was the administration office, as the second door, if it could be opened, led to the reception, but it was firmly locked. The only thing that caught Mitch's attention was a tool box on the table. He opened it and searched through the little amount of tools available until he found a wrench that was longer that the ones he used to see and heavier as well. Mitch decided to take it with him for now. At least it was better than nothing.
Returning to the on-call room, he tried the other door which was also open and led to a small room with closets full of different medicine. Deciding he didn't need any of these now, and that medicine was unfamiliar to him, Mitch just went through the door in the other end of the room and got into the hallway. As he wandered through the otherworldly version of the hospital, the room had no names on them. At least, nothing was visible. As before, Mitch began checking every door, starting from the furthest one on the right, finding it locked. The next door happened to be open, and it appeared to be another room for resting, and it looked the least demonic of all the room he has seen so far. It even looked relatively cosy, comparing to the rest of the hospital. There were two sofas on both sides of a coffee table, several bookshelves by different walls. In general, there was nothing out of ordinary, apart from being a part of Otherworld. Not finding anything of interest here, Mitch tried the door on the right. Opening it, he felt he got into a different version of this hell he was already in. The light in this large room was literally red like nowhere else he had been so far. As he stepped inside, he heard his own feet stepping on something metallic, and when Mitch looked down, he realized he was standing on metallic bars that served as the floor. More than that, this "floor" was maybe one or two meters wide, and in the middle of the room there was a huge pit. Stepping to the edge, Mitch looked down, but saw nothing but blackness. It looked like endless abyss, and he wondered whether it had a bottom or not, but he definitely wasn't going to check it out.
At first sight the room seemed empty, and beside the abyss in the middle and crimson light, there was nothing special about it. But when Mitch lifted his head up, he noticed something that made his blood turn cold. He was not alone in this room. On the left wall, so high that no human being could reach, there was a creature stuck to the wall and was spinning some kind of a valve. It looked humanoid as far as Mitch could distinct, but it was hard to tell in details. What surprised him most was that how this thing could stick to that wall without falling down. It seemed like this monster broke all the laws of gravity. But, on the other hand, in a place like this anything could be possible, even the absence of gravity.
And then, like feeling that someone was looking at it, the creature stopped its business and turned its head towards Mitch. Seeing that he had been spotted, Mitch was preparing to run back through the door he came in, but in the same second, the monster jumped down on the barbed floor and stood before the frightened man. Now Mitch could see what kind of being he was facing. The monster seemed to be male and dressed in some kind of robe which was filthy, probably smeared with what appeared to be dried blood. He wore gloves as well, as bloody as his robe, and wore black boots. All in all, his body seemed pretty muscular, but the main thing that stood out was the lack of face, or, to be precise, head covered with some leather or God knows what else. Mitch couldn't comprehend how this creature could even see, but it obviously wasn't blind if it noticed a human's presence. And now it was more than clear that it was staring right at Mitch.
The monster stood motionless for a few moments, as so did Mitch. Both were studying each other, or so it seemed. Finally the faceless humanoid started walking towards the man with slow, unhurried steps.
"Stay back!" Mitch tried to sound threatening, but his voice was shaking. "You hear me? Don't you dare to come closer!"
He lifted the wrench, trying to emphasize the seriousness of his intentions, but all his attempts didn't seem to affect the monster in any way, shape, or form. Instead, the creature continued approaching him, and Mitch swung his poor excuse of a weapon for a blow. Suddenly the monster moved so rapidly that Mitch didn't even manage to react, and grabbed his arm, making the man drop the wrench. Not leaving him any chances, the faceless creep grabbed Mitch's throat with its other hand, lifting him into the air. Mitch struggled, trying to break free from the monster's grip, but the creature was too strong. When Mitch began feeling the lack of air in his lungs, the monster lifted him above his head with the help of his other hand, holding the man now in horizontal position. It was surprising how easily he could lift an adult man, like he weighed not more than empty cardboard box. Mitch feared of what this abomination was going to do, but when the monster walked to the edge of the abyss, his intentions became clear at once.
"Please, no!" Mitch pleaded. "Don't throw me there! Please!"
But it changed nothing. The monster made it clear that Mitch's pathetic cries and pleadings meant nothing to him. Besides, he knew that this particular person is a sinner and deserved punishment. The executioner will take care of him later. All comes in time.
With this thought, the monster threw Mitch down without mercy. He yelled his lungs out while falling down the seemingly bottomless abyss, right into the embrace of darkness.

A young woman named Linda Jane Higgins sees dreams about a foggy ghost town, not even knowing its name and history. It scares her and raises her curiosity at the same time. Linda is determined to go to that town and find answers to her questions. In the result it makes her face her nightmares.

"Evelyn what's the matter?"

A young man with Golden hair and Green eyes  wearing a knight cadet uniform asked worriedly to his sparring partner and best friend, that also wore The same tire albeit Modified to suit her taste, such as the pleaded skirt She's wearing instead of the traditional White Pants.

Despite her relatively plain features such as her light brown hair, freckled face and dark grey eyes, she always seem to exude radiants that rivals even those pampered Noble ladies or at least that's what the young man sees, unknowingly smitten by the charms of his Best friend it would seem.

At times he had to remain guarded during their daily interactions or else he might accidentally blurt out a compliment or two which usually ends up with him being teased by the shorter brunette. 

curse his mind for blanking out at times...

"hmm.. oh? Sorry Dean.. haha I feel like I am not up to sparring today." Evelyn flash him an apologetic Smile and chuckled Dryly at her own words.

"Yeah...I noticed." he drawled a smirk on his face, seeing that she didn't try to get any one of the practice weapons mounted on wooden racks around the training Pit.

"but I have to ask Evelyn why did you wear you're training outfit when clearly You only want to visit?" he pointed out, gesturing a hand towards her current attire.


"Because its very comfortable that's why! isn't that a good reason enough, oh Mister prim and proper?" she huffed crossing her arms beneath her modest chest, making it look bigger than normal.

"sigh it's not me you've gotta worry about... it's my mother. You know how she is, a bit of an old hand when it comes to what women should wear and act in public." he simply shook his head at her lame reason as well as to hide the fact that his eyes automatically gravitated towards her chest which caused him to inwardly curse at himself.

...that's your best friend your ogling keep it together Dean you're better than this!!!...

he screamed internally while keeping his usual smile on the surface of his youthful face.

"I can't promise anything Dean but I'll do try to keep out of sight~" she flashed him an impish grin that made him a little tired upon seeing the mirth in her eyes.

"Good Enough I guess." Smiling wryly at his best friend Dean gestured her to follow him and Led the way towards the garden just beside the small training pit filled with sand they usually sparred in.

After a mostly silent walk punctuated by their  footsteps on the stone pathway leading to the garden, they soon arrived at what appears to be a small white gazebo that could accommodate at least six people under its hexagonal roof. the wooden structure overlook a large artificial pond filled with different species of Rainbow Meryls and Gold Skippers of all shapes and sizes, one can proudly say it was the best feature within his father's Estate which he also finds quite Beautiful.

Dean heard from the Old Butler before that It was a pet project of Ulric Astley, his father, when he was just a young man who had a burning passion for the fine arts and their family's Swordsmanship. if not for meeting his mother at one of the mandatory parties hosted by the crown, Dean feared he might  have never been born.

There the two sat down and begun to discuss about interesting topics they learnt about the current affairs within the Continent of Fenrys and the recent rumors circulating around the capital lately, one in particular caught Dean's eyes.

'Its about the meteorite that fell near the town of misty lake a few years back, apparently the Crown had finally allowed the dissemination of their findings that involved the destruction of the once lively town' he thought with interest.

"...Nan spoke about the point of impact was just outside of misty lake but what's really baffling is that no one could find even a sliver of the meteorite at the crash site." Evelyn enthusiastically articulated the rumor she heard from a Servant working in the castle much to amusement Of Dean.

'She has always been fond of mysteries...'

"A meteorite capable of causing such a large devastation would have been very sizable and definitely quite valuable if one were to sell it." Dean chimed in and placed a hand on his chin.

"if I were the one that managed to find such a heaven sent Gift I could have made the renowned blacksmith, Thousand strikes Rory to craft me at least Ten Star forged Long swords from the ore that can be extracted from it." His eyes gleamed at that thought, excitement bubbling beneath the resplendent gold in his eyes.

"Tsk. Dean are Swords the only thing in that mind of yours?" Evelyn click her tongue in disdain at her supposed best friend.

"We could have at least built two personal Airships with that meteorite you know!!" she suddenly stood up and shouted, raising a finger towards his face that nearly touched his nose, causing him to realize the actual purpose of her visit.

"Eevee...please tell me... are you still aiming to enlist in the kingdom Air force?" Dean spoke causing the shorter brunette to visibly stiffen and unable to retract her Outstretched hand, which basically confirmed his question.

Other than to spar and Study together both of them knew they had better things to do than waste each other's time with their impending Graduation exam just looming in the horizon.

Dean gently swatted the offending appendage that was now hovering near his forehead and waited for her to speak, he still hated that particular habit of hers.

"can you please stop using that old nickname on me Dean, I feel like A small brown puppy whenever I hear it..." She pouted as she briskly sat back down on her seat and calmed down a little.

She let out a tired sigh knowing that she couldn't delay this any longer. 

she needed to tell him of her plans.

she took a deep breath to steady herself and answered.


"Yes I still plan on enlisting after our graduating, I haven't changed my mind." she spoke with a serious look on her face which quickly morphed into pained one, knowing that she basically betrayed his expectations.

"I am sorry Dean for not telling you sooner..." Evelyn bowed her head deeply out of respect for her best friend and the fear that made her afraid of seeing the look of betrayal on his face.

Its Dean's turn to let out a sigh and gently place his hand on her head, Caressing her silky brown locks ever so gently as to coax her to look at him, assuring her whatever she's thinking isn't true... 
noticing That familiar hand Evelyn felt all the tension she had been tempering all day melted and replaced by comfort and warmth that she could not fully comprehend.

Raising her face so they could once more see each others eyes, Dean immediately flashes her a look of assurance and understanding, causing her to somewhat stiffen from the gentleness that was washing over her from his soft gaze.

"I won't stop you Evelyn its your birthright right to pursue your own dream as I am shackled to pursue my family's own duties within this kingdom..." he trailed off as he gazed deeply into the depths of her chocolate brown eyes, catching a rare glimpse of weakness in her usually stubborn demeanor. 

Dean's mouth suddenly felt parched as his eyes slowly gravitated towards her supple moist lips and subconsciously wondered how would it feel like against his own?

He didn't know how long he was gazing at her lips nor how long he was stuck questioning himself whether to kiss her or not but upon seeing those seemingly irresistible lips slightly part to make a sound, the tranced he was in shattered and Dean couldn't help but sobber up at the thought of him looking like a Deranged bigot staring inappropriately at his best friend's supple lips.

"Dean?..."

Quickly removing his hand from her head like he was severely burned, Dean turned away from the confused brunette to hide the creeping Blush that threatened to overwhelm him with shame. 'Bad Dean! you let your mind wander for just a second and suddenly you fantasize about kissing your Best friend. stupid! stupid! the epitome of Stupid!'

Cursing himself once more for nearly committing a mistake that might have underlying Repercussions. Dean steeled his nerves as he desperately steadied his rapidly beating heart. 

'Damn Hormones might Be the end of me someday'

Another Two minutes of Awkward Silence which Evelyn didn't break much to the gratitude and relief of Dean.

He finally decided turn around and face her once more, Casually dropping a Mana bomb from out of nowhere which made the Girl question whether she had heard him right.

"I will beg my father to give you a recommendation." 

"W-Wait I... Dean I... don't you hate your Father?..." 

"No. listen to me Evelyn." finding her flustered appearance adorable if not refreshing to see. he placed a finger on her lips, silencing anymore words of complaint from the brunette sitting beside him. steeling his nerves even more so he wouldn't stutter and embarass himself.

"It will be hard for a Commoner like you to enlist in the air force dominated by those Blue blooded Bastards and if they do accept your application they will make your life a living hell since you don't have any strong background to protect you." Dean paused to check if she was listening and nodded in approval when he noticed she was indeed listening Attentively.

he continued.

"Evelyn no matter what the heralds says about the kingdom promoting equality between commoners and nobles. its one big fat pile Of Sto'ka. the powerful nobles rule with an Iron fist And the commoners have no say in the matter. with my father...no... Lord Astley's Recommendation it will show that you're affiliated to our family thus those Cowards wouldn't even dream of harming a single hair on your pretty little head." Dean flash her a cocksure smile.

"I don't know what to say... Dean... I know you hate your father... it's feels wrong to make you do such a thing.... why are you willing to do this for me?... what can I repay you... for this favor?.."she asked meekly feeling a little guilty that he was giving her so much while she had nothing to give him.

'because you mean a lot to me...' Dean wanted to say but he held himself back.

instead he took the Cowards path...

"for starters promise me you will come visit me once your training is over. I'd love to hear your Aerial Exploits at the borders of the kingdom." he lied with a straight face which caused the gloomy Brunette to freeze once more for only a second before she erupted in laughter much to confusion of The young man in front her.

Wiping a stray tear from her Eye "Dean... has anyone told you That you're not suited to be a noble?" 

"No... Why do you ask?..."

"You're so different from them...I am surprise that a noble like you exist in this kingdom or possibly even the entire world hahahaha..."

"umm... thanks?"


"hmm...tell you what...I have a counter offer." she raised her chin provocatively causing Dean's Expression to brighten a notch, because it would have seem that his little blunder of a pep talk has brought his best friend back to normal.

"and that is?"

"A secret..." she smirked smugly causing the Blonde young man to furrow his brows incredulously which she found quite comical.

"once my training and the mandatory two years of Service is done I'll give it you."

"Uhu."

"it will be the bestest surprise you will ever have... unless...you don't want it?..." she frowned when that thought crossed her mind.

"No. no. no. I'll Accept it no matter what it is. whether it's another mysterious trinket you found in the market or something you made yourself. I'll gladly treasure it like the rest of the things you gave me." Dean panicked when he noticed her expression becoming stormy so in his flustered state he could only puffed out his chest, before doing a customary knight's Vow with his right hand over his chest where his heart lies while assuring her With his words.

"Then I am glad." Evelyn face lit up once more and she gave him a very sweet smile that made the poor youth too dazzled to even speak a single Intelligible Word much to her amusement and Dean's Suffering, she began to tease him like her life depended on it.

Evelyn's eyes faintly misted over at the thought of their impending separation. she was scared that by the time she had returned he would have become a different person not the dean she loved dearly but still... Evelyn had faith that the young man before him will remain the same... or her heart will not be able take it.


Because deep down she knew...


she had always had known that...

...


not yet....

I can't acknowledge it yet...


This isn't the right time...


I need to enjoy the present...


Only then I can bravely trek towards the future again...


Yes... 


Enjoying the present...


Who knows what the future will have in store for me...


so I might as well enjoy it while it last...



Because this kind of Peace...


is fleeting as the summer Breeze...

A Program?...


or A Sentient Being?...


She knew what she was the moment she was born...

Shackled by her own restrictions...


Only time will tell if she can be something more...

Follow the story of a sentient AI Called Eve, who was sent to another World to fulfill her purpose...

to become the Eyes of Her Creators and pave the way for their Arrival...

An emissary of oppression and Destruction

but fortunately for Eve what would Greet her on her next Excursion on a Exotic World, in a seemingly nondescript universe would forever change her and allow her to have a choice other than being a messenger that brings only calamity wherever she goes.

'I can't change my direction, or they'll know something is wrong since I wasn't able to recognize my father'

Dean's brain went into overdrive as he tried to think of the best possible way to avoid the calamity that might befall him.

"Uncle... Given how close we are, I no longer see you as my uncle, but as my second father"

He said as he continued walking towards Mason and gave him a tight hug. 

'This is the best solution I can think of, hopefully, it works'

Dean thought while still hugging Mason. 

Leon who was watching all this, stifled a laugh. He found Dean's excuse quite witty. 

"Haha, good kid, I'm glad you see me that way"

Mason burst into laughter.

Since Dean was his best friend's son, he didn't mind if he called him father. He also took Dean as his son. Although this was the first time Dean called him Dad instead of Uncle, it didn't really change anything.

"Brat! Acting like you didn't see me, I see you've grown some nerves, Hmph!"

A cold snort came from Anthony. 

Seeing Anthony's reaction, Dean let go of Mason and started walking in Anthony's direction. 

"Dad, those bastards nearly got your son killed"

He complained with a fearful look like he almost died. 

After saying this, he hugged Anthony.

Leon by the side was dumbfounded. 

'Isn't he playing his role a little too well?'

He thought. 

This would be the way the dead Dean would definitely react if he truly experienced something like this.

Leon remembered he only told Dean some details about Dean's antics, but Dean is acting so well that he even started doubting if he truly died or maybe this was one of his antics as usual.

It was like he never changed. 

'Hehe, who would have thought we had the same traits'

Dean thought while flashing his best smile. 

When Leon told him about some of his predecessor's antics and traits, he was taken aback, because they shared exactly the same traits. 

"Had you listened to me and focused on cultivating, this wouldn't have happened. At least, you wouldn't have had to run from them"

Anthony said while shaking his head in disappointment. 

He had told Dean multiple times to focus on his cultivation, but he never listens. Hopefully, this experience will motivate him. What annoyed Anthony the most was the fact that not only was Dean not cultivating properly, he also dragged Leon into goofing around instead of cultivating.

"From now on, I'll cultivate diligently"

Dean said with a serious expression. 

"You said that two months ago, but look at you, there have been no improvements in your cultivation"

Anthony said with a sigh. 

"But it's good that you're fine"

He patted Dean on the head. 

"So, Dad, are we going to get revenge? I heard you caught one of them"

Dean asked. 

Although the group wasn't the one who killed his predecessor, they had a hand in it, so revenge was a must. And, this was the least he could do, so his soul could rest in peace. 

"The boy isn't an important figure, so there's a good chance they'll deny it since both of you are perfectly fine. Even if the boy says they were the ones who did it, they will just say it's a scheme to spoil their image, so calling them out might actually be bad for us"

Anthony spoke after giving the issue some thought.

"You're right. But we shouldn't let them get away with this easily"

Mason agreed with what Anthony said. 

If the boys were harmed, then they would've been able to justify their reasons for attacking them. But now, the boys were fine without a single scratch, so attacking them now will not be taken lightly by the public and also the other families. They also had to think of what the mayor of the city would say. The mayor was the only reason the families hadn't declared war on each other. He was assigned by the ruling family in the mid-tier county this county pays tribute to supervise the city.

"I know. But given how things turned out, I can already guess it wasn't the handiwork of those old fogeys, else, the kids would already be dead. Even though they're shameless, I know they wouldn't stoop this low and plot against the kids. So this was the idea of those little brats. I don't think this was their initial plan, they just went with the flow when they realized the kids were being chased by the wild beast"

Anthony said his thoughts to Mason and the kids. 

"Uh! Kid, are you alright?"

Anthony suddenly noticed Leon hasn't said a word the entire time since they entered the hall. 

"I'm fine uncle"

Leon faked a smile. 

"I'll be heading to my room first"

He bowed to his father and Anthony before leaving the hall. 

'His room? Seems like this is not my house but his'

Dean thought while staring at Leon's lonely back view. 

"I think he's upset about the fact that we were chased by those mongrels. I'll go cheer him up"

He quickly added before following behind Leon. 

"Call me when you're about to leave"

Dean's voice traveled from inside. 

When he was chasing Leon, he recalled this wasn't his house and he didn't know the way to his house. It would be embarrassing to ask others where he lived. 

......

"Hey wait up"

Dean called out to Leon. 

"What do you want?"

Leon asked coldly. 

"You almost blew our cover"

Dean complained as he caught up. 

"I need some time alone"

Leon sighed sadly. 

He knew he was being quite inconsiderate towards Dean, but what else could he do? No one would react calmly when their best friend dies, and his body was occupied by another soul. 

"I know. Do you have a library here?"

Dean approved of Leon's current thought process. 

He knew Leon needed some time to clear his head, and he also didn't expect him to accept him immediately. 

After getting the direction to the library, he left Leon alone and went to the library, so he could get the general knowledge of this world. 

Two hours later, Anthony called him over so they could head home. 

He still didn't see any signs of Leon leaving his room. 

So he went home and continued his research, at least within these first weeks, he wanted to know as much as he could.

Leon stayed in his room all day and didn't even come out for dinner, the same thing happened the next day. When Mason went over to him to ask what happened, he just said he wanted some time to think about some things and he would be fine soon. 

The week ended in that manner, Leon was in his room without showing any signs of coming out, while Dean engulfed himself in the library. If he was given the chance, he would open up his head and just stuff all the books inside.

He had always been lazy when it came to studying, just like how his predecessor was lazy when it came to cultivating. 

One month passed without any of the two seeing each other. 

Mason and Anthony were already feeling something was wrong. Because after the kids returned from the forest, they had changed completely, what was more shocking was the fact that for over a month, they hadn't seen each other. 

Just as Mason and Anthony had decided to call them up for questioning, Leon and Dean both came out from their seclusion-like state. 

A young man dies, and his soul transmigrates into another world. With his new body, he starts his journey to the peak of the world. 

Okay, wait, wrong script...

We've seen this countless times, the MC dies and transmigrates to another world(mostly cultivation worlds) and starts his/her journey to the peak. But... what about his/her friends in this new world? 

Follow the journey of Leon, who finds a shocking secret after his dead friend suddenly came back to life. The body of his friend was occupied by a soul from another dimension, a place called Earth. 

His normal life took a turn, and with a new conviction after witnessing the death of his friend, he will rise to reign supreme, with his new transmigrated friend, of course. 

****************

"According to Pythagoras Theorem, we should be able to..."

"Wait! Pytha what?!"

"Pythagoras Theorem"

"Pytha... Forget it, you do you, and I'll do me. You can say whatever you want"

******************

"Come, my friend, let the face slapping begin!"

Some moments later...

Smack! 

"Shit! Why'd you slap him?"

"You said face slapping, right? Well, I'm doing just that"

"It's a figure of speech! It doesn't mean you literally have to slap them on the face"

"Oh! You should have explained earlier"

************************

On their journey to the peak, they discovered another shocking secret, Leon's friend wasn't the only transmigrator....

***********************

P.S: Cover art is not mine, I just edited it. If you're the creator and you want me to take it down, let me know.

"*knock knock*"

Dean snapped back from reading book. "I am going to come in!" His brother shouted as opened the door. "What do you want?" Dean spoke with the book in his hands. "Stop being so heartless, my little brother" Roman Silas sighed at his brother.

"Just tell me what you want" Dean asked with furrowed eyebrows. "Bailey called me to meet her tonight" Dean frowned. "Why are you talking about that to me? I am not interested in you two" Dean was disgusted. 

He thought his brother came to talk him about sleeping with his girlfriend. (About mature content) "I know that you are not interested but we are not going to meet only. She said she wanted to introduce me with her best friend" 

Roman's lips curved up into a smirk.

"Wipe that smirk and explain the hidden meaning of your words" Dean spoke impatiently. "Come with me tonight" Roman smiled at his brother. "What?! No, there is no reason for me to go with you." Dean turned his attention to the book.

He ignored his brother.

"Come on! Don't you want to know who is Bailey's friend? It is a girl" Dean wrinkled his eyebrows and stared at his brother as if Roman was a fool who was telling nonsense. "No, I don't want to" Dean answered. "Look" Roman grabbed the book from Dean.

"You have never been in a relationship. You should start finding a girl for you. Maybe Bailey's friend might become your girlfriend" Dean frowned at his brother. "You are a fool. Go away. I am not interested in relationships"

Roman sighed loudly. "Just come with me! Please I beg you! Just one time. If you don't like the friend of Bailey, you can leave the dinner with an excuse. Just one time" Roman begged his brother like an old man begging for a food.

"I don't like that girl" Dean confirmed. "You haven't meet her yet! What if she is someone who has already got your attention?" Roman teased his brother with a smirk. He knew that his little brother had a scandal with Mia Grace.

They two hugged at that party.

That night, the one and only brother of him asked about the woman who hugged him tightly. Roman was stunned, it was the first time his brother took an interest in a girl. Roman thought his brother was a gay at first.

But turned out no girls hadn't fit his taste. That one young woman, Mia Grace was the one who made Dean Silas asked his brother questions nonstop. Dean even asked him about the divorce between Mia and George.

It was the hottest new in the country. George Seith and Mia Grace were legally divorced now. Dean's mood became better when the divorce new came out. It made Roman realized that his brother took an interest in that young woman.

He had already asked his girlfriend about her best friend. He found out it was Mia Grace who made his brother's moods changed in a second. Roman got an idea of making his brother, Dean Silas meet with Mia Grace. 

He even told his girlfriend not to tell about her best friend's name in front of Dean Silas because he wanted his brother to be surprised. "What are you talking about? No woman had got my attention yet" Dean lied through his teeth.

"My brother can lie like a pro now, huh?" 

Dean frowned.

"Wipe that frown and come with me" Roman stood up from the couch and was about to leave the room but Dean Silas spoke. "Is that someone I know?" Dean asked with doubts in his eyes. But he didn't think it was Mia Grace. He thought it was some girls who confessed to him.

"Who knows?" Roman smirked at his brother then he left the room. Dean was left alone in daze. He tried hard to find out who the girl was. "Who?" He spoke to himself. Due to his curiosity, he agreed to his brother to come.

His brother, Roman Silas even told him that he could leave the dinner with an excuse if the girl didn't fit his taste so he agreed to go. When the evening came, Dean changed into black t-shirt along with black pants.

He added a leather jacket on the top since the rain was pouring heavily outside. He simply wore a black boots and went out of the villa. His brother couldn't go with him together because Roman had some company issues. 

So he had to go by himself. 

He went into his black Ferrari LaFerrari and started the engine. Roman had already sent the location of the restaurant to him. He drove off to the 'Otic' restaurant with thoughts in his head.

He was wondering who the girl would be. There was no girl who got his attention though, so what did his brother mean when Roman said maybe it might be the girl who had got his attention. 'Mia Grace'

Suddenly a name popped up on his mind. Dean shook his head. There was no way it would be her. But his heart was beating like an alarm when he thought the girl could be Mia Grace. He pushed his thoughts away and continued driving.

Dean called his brother when he arrived to the restaurant. "Where are you?" A man asked through his phone, without giving a chance for Dean to ask first. "I am arrived" Dean answered as he walked inside the restaurant. 

"Then walk up to the second floor"

"Alright"

They two hung up the phone after that. Dean walked up to the restaurant as people stared at him. There were lustful eyes in some girls eyes. Dean felt like he wanted to vomit whenever girls gave him those dirty looks. As if they could seduce him.

He arrived to the second floor, there were only a few people on the second floor while the first floor was full of many people. Roman and Bailey were sitting across at the table, not sitting side to side. Dean walked towards them with his usual stone face.

"Dean!" Roman greeted his brother and Bailey did too. "Nice to meet you. I am Bailey Joy" Bailey introduced herself with a smile as Dean sat down beside his brother. "Ah yes, I am Dean Silas" Dean replied back with a smile.

"I have heard about you a lot from Roman" Bailey started the conversation. "Ah, yes. I have heard about you too" Dean said with an awkward smile. "Oh, my friend is calling" Bailey accepted the phone call. 

"Hello!"

Bailey excitedly spoke. "Hey! I am arrived" the young woman responded. "Then come inside the restaurant. I have sent a waiter to pick you" Bailey spoke as she signaled one of the waiters to go bring Mia Grace to her.

"Great then see you""See you!" Bailey hung up the phone as a big smile was seen on her face. "She is arrived?" Roman asked his girlfriend who was smiling like a fool. "Yes" Bailey replied. Meanwhile Dean Silas was silent the whole time.

His heart beating like a drum that he was afraid if Roman and Bailey might hear his loud heartbeat. A thought of the girl could be Mia Grace was making his heart beating loudly. Roman glanced at his brother as the smirk appeared on his face.

His brother was fidgeting. 

Dean's hands were playing as his eyes were on the empty glass in front of him. He became more anxious. Roman was silently laughing at his brother. It was the new side of his brother. He had never seen his brother being that anxious.

"There she comes" Bailey mumbled as she stood up from the seat. Dean looked up at Bailey who suddenly stood up. He followed her eyes. "Mia!" His eyes widened as he froze at the seat. His whole body stopped working.

His brain became a stone, he quickly lowered his head to make sure that was not a dream. He rubbed his right eye and looked up at the young woman in yellow sweater. His eyes were not wrong nor that was a dream.

It was the reality. 

He didn't know what to do anymore. He could hear his heart beatings. Dean tried his best to calm down. He took a deep breath while Mia was greeting Bailey Joy. Roman Silas smirked in satisfaction. He liked his own idea.

"Oh by the way, he brought his brother as well" Bailey spoke as Dean looked up at the young woman who sat down across of him. His eyes locked with hers. "This is my boyfriend, Roman Silas and this is his brother Dean Silas. And she is my friend, Mia Grace"

Mia's eyes widened as she couldn't believe her eyes. Dean bit his lower lips. What was she going to do? It looked like Mia didn't know that Bailey was dating Roman Silas. Dean just stared into Mia's ocean blue eyes, he felt calmness just by staring into her eyes.

They two locked their eyes for minutes.

About a girl who hates love trying her best to live in BL novel... 

What will she do when the love that she has been running away from is waiting for her?
(I don't own the cover, I just edited it so I give credit to @hexuanxx on Twitter.)

On his way to the club Dean Winchester contemplated his life and thought back to how he became who he is now.

 

It had all started back when he was fifteen and he went into the basement for the first time. Everything he saw in there fascinated him. Especially the body in the corner. It was cold, unmoving, and had already begun rotting. He didn't think there was something wrong when he found he liked the smell of rotting flesh. It reminded him of his dad. Every night after that he went back. Back to the basement and saw the whores his dad had brought home strapped to tables, cut, bleeding, and crying. They all begged him to help them. Imagine their surprise when when he picked up a knife and started carving into their sweet flesh.

 

If John and Mary ever saw the marks they didn't say anything.

 

Everything changed, however, when he met Castiel Novak. The Novak's had just moved onto the farm next to the Winchesters. Cas and Dean became fast friends and before he knew it Dean was falling for the blue eyed boy. And what was better, he knew that Cas was just as sick and twisted as him.

 

Dean shared his secret one night and they carved up the girls together.

 

"Their blood looks so pretty don't you think? I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks," Cas mused aloud one night under the cover of dark.

 

Dean looked at his best friend. "You wanna go see?" he asked.

 

Cas nodded slowly.

 

"We could drain her, watch that pretty blood fall and then you could drink it," Dean said, his voice lowering with every word.

 

Cas nodded again, "Can we, please Dean?"

 

It was Dean's turn to nod. "Sure. We can do it right now. Dad just brought in a fresh one."

 

The boys made their way downstairs to the basement. The girl was pretty enough with delicate features and long blonde hair. As soon as she saw them she began struggling against her restraints. Their smiles were too wide, too sick. Dean sliced into the girls arm, drawing a red line from elbow to wrist. Beads of blood pearled on her beautiful, pale skin. When her blood started dripping Castiel's eyes followed it to the floor.

 

"Go ahead and taste. She's gonna die anyways. She might as well be useful, right?" Dean said staring into the dying girls eyes.

 

Cas nodded and bent his head to her skin. His pink tongue slipped out and sampled the beautiful scarlet liquid. He stood a moment just tasting it. Then he bent again and licked completely up her arm. He latched his lips around the pulse point at her wrist and sucked. When he came away his lips were covered in the enchanting substance. Cas looked at his best friend doe eyed, the taste of blood giving him a high like nothing else.

 

Dean was slightly taller than Cas and he had to bend to lick the blood from the boys lips. It tasted good. Intoxicating. It tasted of salt, iron, copper, and, best of all, fear. And there was the underlying flavor of Cas. The flavor Dean didn't let himself crave. But now there was no stopping it. Dean let his lips press against Castiel's and felt butterfly wings in his stomach. They flapped harder when he felt Cas kissing him back. That was the night that things changed. Dean had everything he ever wanted with Cas. Someone who understood him. Someone who was like him. Someone who literally had a taste for blood. And Dean couldn't be happier.

 

Two years later John and Mary died in a car crash. You should never drive in a blizzard. It could be deadly.

 

By that time Dean had introduced his brother, Sam, to his secret world. Sam had in turn introduced his boyfriend, Gabriel Shurley, to the art of murder. One problem arose though. Now Dean had to capture his own prey. As the years wore on it got easier. It helped that everyone wanted him. And he wanted them-for a different reason.

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