Scarlet Desires: Last High Blood

Ch. 38: Galloping To Rescue

A/N

Whew, all that steamy scene just made me sweat! JK - it kinda weirds me out, to be honest. I suppose I'm not really interested in these sort of things? Strange for a healthy 18 years old girl LOL! Now onwards, my B. Immortals, to Donovan's rescue!

Which ship are you on?

DonovanxArtemis

or

LincolnxArtemis

Comment to see which one is the winning side and the winner MIGHT JUST have a chance to make their ship cannon! Cause you know, I'm generous like that *wink*

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My prince oh my prince

When will you rescue me -

The damsel in distress?

On your white horse

Oh wait, my knight

You're no human

'Cause you're a centaur

Who needs no horse

Please, my prince

On your four legs

Come kill this tyrant

Wait, I think I love him

Perhaps rescue another man

Apologies for not being your lady

My heart already shattered, you see

To different gentlemen and it's too late

~Author

   Its glossy, black surface stared back at me. Blinking at the object that I had never laid my eyes on during my time spent as a vampire, different mental entities started to have a heated argument about the best route for this unexpected result. What, you didn't figure this out earlier? A voice stood out among others, its tone dripping with sarcasm. There were no large, bright signs that said "Press me!" so nothing could possibly show me where to activate this piece of thin thing.

   Well, there was a squarish button at the bottom of the screen but it looked useless.

   "Samsung?" I mumbled to myself, seeing the embellished name. "Maybe it's the soul of this phone."

   Now that I thought about it, surely I used this kind of alien devices before. Despite my best efforts to recall any memories "Fennel August" owned, my mind remained as blank as a white paper sheet. A groan escaped from the back of my throat until a brilliant idea formed itself. Oh, I'm so silly for not knowing it earlier! I thought before executing the plan.

   "Make yourself known, Samsung!"

   Seconds soon turned to minutes and yet, nothing happened. Perhaps this object felt insecure since I stole it from its owner. Guilt tugged at my heart when I considered that fact but I erased it immediately. It's not a living thing, Artemis! I scolded myself inwardly. Get a grip!