PART 3 OF, 'AGAINST THE WIND' FOLLOWED BY, 'ECHOES OF THE WIND.'
Will Jacob get back his love ? Or is a love lost forever? Read it in the next book of, 'THE WIND SERIES_#3' called "Return of the wind."
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October, 1762 Alex -a stranger -dragged me off from the dockyard where I'd feed on the sailors. He brought me here at his home. He's also a bad fairy -a bloodsucker like me, but I'm much more than that. He thinks that he can make me care? He wants me to talk about my past.
I continued as the date change with the last paragraph. My eyes scrolled down the page~
December, 1762 Idon't know what to say? I stay here. . .locked up in this misery with four shots of blood that Alex gives me everyday. The cravings are still there but I think it eased off a bit. Alex onto his next target to make me laugh. Why does he cares? Next week. . .we're on another experiment over my blood cravings.
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Back here after the test. . .FAILED TERRIBLY. I killed another soul. I couldn't control. I hope Alex backs off his mission of fixing me.
I breathed~
February, 1763 NO PROGRESS. FAILED ANOTHER EXPERIMENT. But Alex managed to save the beating heart we were experimenting on. But today something else happened. . .something different. I crashed upon upon a girl. Her name is NOELLA. We talked only for a moment and that feels strange because somehow she didn't felt like a stranger. She has light in her smile and love within her bones, but she's a terrible bow-women. She's a treasure . . . still undiscovered.
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I observed the last line with a stereotyped thought about whatever I think I'm going to read next. I gave my eyebrows a hard wiggle and exhaled loudly~
February, 1763 I can see the wayAlex looks at her. The respect he holds for her is much more than I would ever imagine. I know he's in love with her. She was here today, destiny brought her here. Yet something feels different about her . . . when her gaze met mine. I wonder what she would have seen? And it makes me restless, as though why should I care ? Does that even makes any sense? During that moment I wanted so desperately to leave . . . go to my room . . . walk in shutting the door behind me . . . crawl into my bed and there in dark . . . replay her soft words. I wanted nothing more than to be left alone, with my thoughts of her.
My brain didn't race neither did something that's impatient. Nor did it gave me a thought. I breathe in and out after every entry I complete to take in the things~
