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Episode 9

Harriet’s POV

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The next morning, I woke up with a little pain in my head. I must have had a terrible nightmare, because I felt scared last night. But I couldn’t remember it.

This place is starting to freak me out.

I tapped Jean lightly.

She mumbled something incorrigible, and turned to her side. I smiled and decided to let her sleep. Getting up from the be-d carefully so as not to disturb her, I headed to the shower.

I’m still marvelling at how wealthy this house was!

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After shower Jean woke up.

“Good morning,” she said sleepily.

I smiled. “Didn’t expect you up so soon. You were log like.”

“Yeah? That’s because you didn’t let me catch a wi-nk of sleep. You kept on chanting ‘leave me alone’ throu-gh out. What were you dreaming?”

I stared past her and stammered, “I–I don’t r–remember.”

She looked at me and then shrugged. “Neh. I’ll go take a bath, and we’ll go down for breakfast together. I’ll bet you’re dying to see Ewan.” she fluttered her eyelashes.

“What? Jean you’re… you’re…” I didn’t know what to say.

“Perceptive?” she offered with a grin.

“Delusional!” I snapped rather too quic-kly. “Jean you have to st©p all this. What if someone hears you?”

“Is that all you worry about?”

I stood up. “No. I’m not worried about anything because I’m not interested. Now get into the shower and let’s go down for breakfast.”

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This was the first time I sat to breakfast with all of them: Juliante, Zoe, and Ewan.

Were they the only people in this hvge house?

I sat directly opposite Ewan, and trust me, it was uncomfortable. I spent half the breakfast period picking at my food, because I was trying to avoid Ewan’s gaze.

“Harriet?” Juliante called, bringing me from dreamland.

I looked up to see every one staring at me.

“Uh..yes?”

“I just asked you a question,” Juliante said.

I shook my head. “Sorry, bad night last night.”

“Which is exactly what I asked. How was your night?”

I sighed. “Is this routine, to ask about each others nights at breakfast?”

I was getting angry now.

“Harriet you–”

“No Jean. I only got here two nights ago. But I’m being treated like a child in danger. If I’m in trouble as you keep hammering into me, then tell me!”

I waited for a while.

No one spoke.

I scoffed and made to stand up.

“You really don’t nee-d to–”

DINGDONG! went the doorbell.

“Don’t worry, I’m not hungry. I’ll get the door.”

As I turned to leave, my eyes caught Ewan’s, but I couldn’t un-derstand the look in it.

I rolled my eyes and went to the door.

“Hi,” Rex said when I opened it.

I smiled. “Hi, what a surprise. I didn’t expect you.”

He smiled too. “plea-sant surprise or…”

“plea-sant,” I as-sured him. “So, come on in. We’re at the table.”

He shook his head. And he scratched the nape of his n£¢k.

Nervousness?

“Well, I was wondering if we could go out. I mean, a kind of sightseeing.”

Ooh la la.

That’s when I took in his appearance. He wore a bottle green turtlen£¢k, over a pair of khaki shorts. He looked handsome, I’ll say.

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay–”

“No, I want to. I’ll just go change.”

Then I remembered that I didn’t have my clothes with me, and Zoe wouldn’t be so excited about lending me hers considering the fact that she sees me as a rival in some twisted game of hers.

I smiled to Rex. I seem to be doing that a lot. He’s charming.

Unlike Ewan who acted like last night never happened. I mean the mind speaking thing, not that we had a k!ssor S-x—gosh Harriet, where did that thought come from?

Disgusting!

“It doesn’t matter,” I said.

“Yeah, you’re beautiful anyway.”

Aww…I’m blu-shing.

“Let’s go?” I said.

“Won’t you tell someone?”

“Nah, it’s not like they tell me things.” I shrugged.

I was about stepping out when;

“Harriet, I want to talk to you.”

I turned to see Ewan behind me.

Uh oh, dilemma. In between two breathtaking guys.

Which one, which one–

“Harriet?”

Arrgh, I seem to be zoning off too much this morning! And does it always have to be Ewan!?

” I don’t want to talk to you. I’m going out.”

He looked behind me as if he just acknowledged the pres£nce of someone else.

“Rex?”

“Ewan.”

“Awful!” I added.

I mean, that’s greeting? Then I’d rather pretend I didn’t see you.

“You know each other?” I asked. Dumb question. They probably move in the same social circle.

“It doesn’t matter,” Ewan said and walked away.

I was dumbfounded and turned to Rex for explanation.

He shrugged a shoulder and said, “Let’s go.”

#Somewhere_in_Amazon

He tapped his f!ngersaccording to the rhythm of the song he hummed.

He wasn’t a music lover or something, but he was getting excited.

His plan was falling into place.

Soon he’ll get the girl, and that goody Ewan that doesn’t know what he is.

And when that happens, he would rule Amazon with her by his side.

All he nee-ded to do was to pl@yhis cards well.

He smiled.

So they were bonded, and they didn’t know.

That made all this easier.

Harriet’s POV

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Rex and I had fun throu-gh out today.

He took me around many places, showed me stuff and even introduced me to some friends.

Something neither Ewan nor Zoe offered to do.

We had some crazy lunch at a fancy restaurant, we did a little drive around, and I was amazed that they actually have cars and phones.

Amazon wasn’t some scary legend, it was a modern, thriving city!

The buildings were neat, and awesome, and people were nice too.

The sun had began its descent behind a mountain. Rex and I sat un-der a tree, leaning on the trunk, watching the sunset.

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

“You’re beautiful,” he replied.

I twisted so I could look at him, but his eyes were alre-ady on me, and I looked away.

This was kinda fast… I mean, didn’t they say a girl takes three to six months to get over heartbeat?

I was thankful when he redirected his gaze to the mountains.

“They call it Mount Clvster. You see the way they join together to form one big mountain?”

I nodded.

“They say that evil lur-ks there,” he whispered.

I shuddered, not in fear.

His nose was nuzzling my n£¢k. Too fast…..

“Is it true?” I ask, looking for something to distract him.

He lifted his face up and got up.

Phew.

“I don’t know,” he said and reached out to gr-ab my hand and pu-ll me up, “The people love the rumors.”

As we walked back home, he asked, “So, Ewan. How’s he like?”

Here’s my chance.

“You know him?”

“We used to. Not anymore.”

“Oh.”

He seemed reluctant to open up, so I dropped it.

We reached the house.

I turned to him.

“Thanks Rex. Today was awesome.”

He smiled, and leaned in to k!ssmy cheek.

Didn’t see that coming.

“Harriet I had fun with you. So I’ll love to see you again.”

I nodded, too speechless to say anything.

He waved, and walked home.

I sighed de-eply and got inside.

I’m one crazy girl.

“Harriet!” Jean called when I opened the door to our room.

“Yes?” I responded and hurried to her, thinking she was in trouble.

She pu-ll-ed me over to the window and pointed to Rex walking home.

“Start explaining!” she demanded.

I sighed and fell on the be-d.

And I sle-pt off without replying.

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Episode 10

Because I sle-pt early, I woke up past midnight. But de-ep down, I knew that that wasn’t the reason. I had another nightmare, and the frequency of these dreams were beginning to scare me, not to talk of the details. And worse, I was always pres£nt in each one, either un-dergoing some treacherous punishment for something I had no idea of, or I was like an observant to something really bad. They always said that the Bogey Man caused nightmares, and he was usually un-der the be-d, or on the headboard of the be-d, spinning what could be your greatest de-sire into your worst fears, turning sources of joy into sources of despair. What then, was my source of joy, from which my nightmare stemmed out of?

I have no idea.

I got out of be-d gently so as not to wake Jean up, and I hoped that I didn’t sleep talk to prevent her from slee-ping. Planting my feet on the cold floor, I pu-ll-ed down the little pinafore I wore for the night to cover my stomach, and walked out of the room, scratching my bu-tt cheek as I went.

I got to the kitchen and took out a bottle of cold water, which I poured into a glas-s at the counter. A sip of it ran straight to my head, cooling and relaxing me. I leaned on the counter.

I was thinking about my outing with Rex. The guy was cool, handsome and attrac-tive. But somehow I was starting to get a weird vibe from him.

I shook my head. Vibe, seriously? This Amazonian mystic was really taking a toll on me.

I sighed and took a big gulp of water so quic-kly that I ended up choking ha-rd , and tears c@m£ out of my eyes. Then I felt someone patting my back gently. The hand also took the glas-s away from me and kept it on the counter.

“You really shouldn’t un-derestimate the power of cold water,” he said. There was no doubt that that was Ewan. Strangely I’ve become adapted to his voice, and the feel of his hand on my skin, and even the way he smelled. Wood spice with a tinge of outdoor. So ñíçê.

“Thanks,” I said still coughing. “I would have died weren’t it for you.” I wiped the tears out of my eyes so I could look at him without blurry effect.

Bad idea.

Now that I had a clear view of him, with the help of moonlighting, I could see that he was ba-re bodied, and a nights trou-ser hung low on his w@!st. His hair was disheveled, and might I add S-xily?

Not to talk of the pecs and abs. This guy is dish!

“Yeah, I know. So you wanna take a bite?” he interrupted my thought, and was that a sm-irk I spied?

” A bite of what?” I asked, utterly confused.

“What else? This.” he pointed to his b©dy.

I was still confused, what was he talki— I g@sped.

He heard my thoughts!

Arrgh, this is so embarras-sing.

“Ewan it’s unethical to invade peoples privacy,” I ranted, trying ha-rd to st©p the colour from rising to my cheeks.

“The same way it’s unethical to zone off when someone’s talking to you. I was wondering what could distract you, and to my pride, I just discovered that I’m a wonderful distraction.” he ended with a wi-de grin.

I covered my face with a gro-an . “You shouldn’t let that get to your head,” I said.

“Are you for real?” he asked with raised eyebrows, “a girl thinks a guy is S-xy, and you except me to forget about it?” He shook his head as if that was the worst advice he’d ever receive.

I couldn’t help but laugh. This was another step forward, Ewan was frien— hold that thought. He might be listening. I laughed even ha-rder.

He smiled too and drank from my glas-s.

When I could finally st©p laughing, I noticed his expression return back to normal, unapproachable Ewan.

I huffed.

“I really nee-d to talk to you.”

I nodded. “Yes?”

“Harriet listen–”

“Hey, let’s do the mind re-ading thingamajig,” I volunteered. “That way no one would hear what you’re about to say.”

He shook his head. “That’s what I want to talk to you about. It appears this mind re-ading is peculiar to both of us. I’ve tried it with others, but it doesn’t work.”

“Oh.”

“And I don’t know why that is. But Harriet it’s dangerous for me.”

Looking into his eye, I could see how serious he was, and a little…. scared?

“Why?”

He inhaled. “I don’t wanna talk about it, but plea-se?”

If Ewan of all people could plead for something of me, that means it has to be really important. I suspect it has something to do with why he reacted the way he did the first time we did the mind re-ading thingy. Juliante had said Ewan would tell me when he’s re-ady. I nee-ded to know.

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

I smiled. “It’s okay. But if you’re ever re-ady to tell me, you can trust me, okay?”

“Maybe.” Then his expression turned pla-yful. “I’m tem-pted right now to spill everything out. A girl dressed in just a revea-ling pinafore, and shorter than short knicker, and going about all ba-refoot could do something to a guys judgement.”

I g@sped again and folded my arms. I was really surprised that Ewan… is he seriously flir-ting with me? Must be the moonlight.

“Bad idea,” he said with a look to my che-st and back to my face.

I looked down. My folding of arms did a wonderful job of pushing up my brea-sts.

I’m going to die of embarras-sment soon.

He shrugged. “Not bad anyway. G’night.”

He walked out of the kitchen.

I also walked to my room with a dopey grin on my face.

That guy…….

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#Somewhere_in_Amazon

Rex’s POV

Laying on my be-d to sulk was so not my thing. I’m usually energized, jovial and always busy. You don’t nee-d to know what I do, but I’m proud of it.

I was the expert at breaking women’s heart, both young and old. Unlike Ewan, I used my good looks to a benefit. And He knows I nee-d all the help I can get.

But strangely, this night, I found myself on my be-d, unable to go hunting. I wasn’t sick, in fact I could never get sick as long as my heart is as cold as ice, but I just couldn’t summon the inspiration.

I was thinking, something I rarely do.

I was thinking about a girl, something I rarely do.

I was thinking about a girl in a way that included anything but S-x, something I rarely do.

I covered my face with both palms and dragged it down. What’s wrong with me? Ever since I bu-mped into Harriet, something that was purely coincidental but helped me greatly, I haven’t been myself. She was just too innocent, too….pure.

I shut my eyes ti-ghtly and opened them again. I shouldn’t be thinking about that.

And there was only one thing to do.

“Bring me number 52,” I ordered, to no one in p@rticular. Servants were everywhere that they’ll always hear and carry out an order.

Soon enough, number 52 c@m£ in. If you’re wondering, it’s a girl.

“Start str!pping,” I ordered. As she took off her clothes, I sighted the slight tears that fell from her cheeks. I ignored it, as I’ve always done without stress.

She was here for my purpose, they all were.

pu-lling her on the be-d, un-der me, I used her.

And finally…..

Let’s just say I could taste the blood on my fangs.

Adnairax
#Creole_City

Luke’s POV

Life has been pretty great for me ever since Harriet went missing. At least I think that life had been pretty great for me ever since Harriet went missing.

For one thing, I didn’t have a girlfriend who kept on embarras-sing me in public by rejecting k!sses, or by postponing S-x d@t£s.

I didn’t feel bad about her lost. At least that’s what I wanted to think.
When we returned back to Creole, I had dumped Lillian. She didn’t except that I was going to replace my girlfriend with a slut like her.

I started hitting on Katherine. Just for fun.

I could remember the first time we had S-x, and it shocked me to discover that she was a vir-gin. But it didn’t bother me. Taking girls vir-ginitity is what I do.

I smiled to myself. It was too late for Katherine to pl@ythe loyal best friend, when she’d betrayed Harry alre-ady. Soon, I’ll have her in my be-d again.

She was too sweet, too feisty, too catlike.

I chuckled to myself as I styled my hair, preparing for school that morning.

She was my Kat.

The first person that walked up to me when I arrived school was Lillian. She ti-ptoed to k!ssme, but I held her away.

“Luke what’s this about? I’ve been trying to reach you for days now.”

I scoffed. “Then you must be too dumb to notice the implication. We’re throu-gh, OK?”

I didn’t give her a chance to answer, I walked away, leaving a stunned Lillian behind.

Oh Kat…. where are you…..?

#Amazon

Zoe’s POV

As I stood in front of my mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder what Ewan could probably see in that girl!

For gossakes, she was going out with Rex! What more does she want!?

Ewan had never openly shown that he feels anything for Harriet, but I see the way he looks at her, the way he gets lost just looking at her. That girl is dangerous, and I’m not gonna allow her to hurt Ewan again.

But first, I’ll have to make sure Ewan doesn’t feel a thing for her.

I guess I’ve got my b©dy for that. He’s gonna hate me, but I was willing to take the risks.

Juliante’s POV

The records weren’t ma-king s-en-se to me at all.

But if what I saw was true, that means Harriet and Ewan were in terrible danger.

To be continued