Elon stood in the shadows as he watched her retreating figure. She moved with a silent grace through the inky blackness of the night, not even disturbing the mice as she made her way through the thick, never ending forest. He would have lost her days ago if it wasn't for his enhanced vampiric senses. Quietly, he made his way to the next tree and then the next, each time pausing as he followed the soft compression of leaves and her in-audible puffs of breaths. She was masking her scent, but he still caught wisps of it here and there.
She was an old vampire, centuries, if his inner clock was still to be trusted. Even without it, her survival skills spoke of wisdom and a long life that had experienced a lot. But he was older, and he was very good at remaining hidden.
He moved behind the next tree and stopped, knowing he could go no further. A sadness twisted his gut even as the taste of freedom tickled his taste buds and drifted downward into his stomach. It tugged and begged, and he longed to leave with her. He longed to escape into the world and disappear as he had done so many times before. But they would find him, like they always had, and then it would be over before it started.
He was good at hiding when it counted.
No.
He would bide his time. Keep her safe. Keep the others safe. And in time, he would be with her.
His mate. His forever.
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Past Destiny
FantasyThey had been running and hiding for most of Evelyn's life and, as they had every other time, their enemies had found them again. The end was near, they all knew that, and the only choice left was to fight with everything they had. But would it be e...
