Shiver - Chapter 3The undefined white walls rose up high. No colour anywhere, extending across the walls and the small bed. Floodlights shown from every angle, every possible shadow gone.
Or so they thought.
I stood quietly on the bed, my hands cupped around each other. Eying the ball of shadow carefully, I waited for my moment to strike. They thought their wards would hold me in, but what did they know.
Another second passed as I stared, before the moment was more opportune. I let myself mix into the shadow, before moving into the room next to mine. This one was dark, with low oxygen supply.
I moved close to James quickly, who looked sick and depressed in his isolated state.
"We're going," I instructed, before passionately shoving my lips into his. He kissed back hastily, and I could tell he had missed me too. I took him into the shadow with me, before being expelling into a silent hall. I breathed heavily from working my powers in a placed filled with magical guards, and iron. How I despised iron, and
Shiver - Chapter 2Many moments passed before I materialized again. Quickly I dusted the sand off my jeans and winter coat, searching for James again. Rubbing grit out of his eye, he stood up hastily, face looking scornful.
"You hurt?" I asked, placing a tender hand on his arm.
His eyes softened as he looked at me. "Nah, I'm fine. It's hard to burn fire," he ended with one of his charming half-smiles, and I laughed hoarsely in response.
Awkward silence came after that, and I looked up to the mushroom cloud forming around the small town. Time to move again, I thought, before turning on my heel and walking away.
"Where you going, cutie?" called James, facing me defiantly.
"You know the deal," I answered coolly. "I walk away until they find me again, and then repeat," I told him, tired of the repetition of my life.
I felt his caring arms wrap around my stomach, and his chin rest on my shoulders. I slowly pried his fingers off my torso, removing myself from his grasp.
"Without you," I told him. Every
Shiver - Chapter 1I sat down on the sidewalk, rain thumping loudly on the cement, the sound filling my ears. I exhaled warm breath from my cigarette, the smell nauseously intoxicating and addictive at once. Through my brown bangs I stared at those walking across the street. Bundled up in large coats, they huddled together as they walked, brisk quick steps. They didn't notice me, as I blended well into the darkened atmosphere.
I felt a tug at my sides, before warm hands wrapped around me. "Get off," I told him, stern and final.
"Don't be that way, love," he taunted me, placing his legs on either side before going in to kiss my neck.
"James, get the hell off me before I break your arms." I froze stiff as I spoke.
"So cold~" he commented. His hands heated up exponentially, and he smoothly slipped into my button down shirt.
"Get off me," I said again, not quite yelling. Hastily I pushed him away, removing me from his grasp while trying to get a message across. But still, my heart pounded at the fact that he
Shiver - PrologueThere's no cold like the day, no feeling of loss like love.
Sleep now, for soon you'll need all eyes open.