Silver Creek Academy

Blood Lust

Frances gasps and shoots up in the bed, clutching at her neck as she desperately tries to control her erratic breathing. Her eyes scan the darkness of the room, half-hoping to catch a glimpse of Jace and Maddox, the two figures from her dream. As reality begins to dawn, she whispers shakily, "It was just a dream. It's not real." But her moment of comfort quickly turns to terror when she hears a low growl coming from the corner. Turning to face the source of the noise, Frances is met with the sight of Bennet's glowing crimson eyes, hunger, and longing visible in their depths. The tension in the air shifts, an almost erotic energy radiating from her mysterious companion as he stares intently at her.

Frances trembled as she pulled the covers up to her neck, her heart pounding in her chest. Bennet stepped closer, a smirk curling his lips, and she felt a flush coming over her face.

"Why so scared?" he asked, his voice husky and sensual as he took in the scent of her skin.

"You smell too good to resist. I need another taste," he growled hungrily, leaning in and biting her neck in a passionate and aroused manner, making her shiver in pleasure.

Frances moans and spreads her thighs, giving in to Bennet. He wraps one hand around her throat and rips the covers off her, filling her with a delicious tension that edges her over the brink of surrender.

“Bennet… please…” She croaks out.

This only serves to fuel his insatiable desire. But just as he is about to give in to his darker impulses, the door gets ripped open and Bennet’s father is there to hold him back, while a witch rushes forward to chant a spell that brings him back from the depths of his bloodlust. With a final roll of her eyes, Frances is suddenly thrown back into a deep and dreamless slumber.

Frances wakes up with a start, feeling cold and exposed on the ground of the forest. She looks down to see she is completely naked, her skin feeling the cool leaves beneath her. When she looks up, her eyes meet those of Remy, who is leaning against a tree with his arms crossed over his naked chest. As she looked at him and remembered the night before, her neck began to sting, blood still visible and streaked down her neck. She remembers how Bennet had fed on her, the burning pain that suffused through her body, but how she still pushed it away. There is a smirk on Remy's lips as he stares her down. “Now, where were we, little lamb?”

Remy’s eyes met hers, and a wave of desire burst through her. She frantically scooted back, but he had already moved in close, grabbing her ankles and hovering over her. He put her ankles over his shoulders and grinned devilishly, as if he could sense her rising arousal. The air around them was thick with heat and passion, and she felt her breathing quicken as he moved closer. His lips found her neck, and she let out a small moan of pleasure, feeling completely and utterly lost in this moment.

“Oh yes, now I remember. I was about to eat you up.”

“Please, don’t hurt me.” She whispers.

Frances’s eyes widen in shock as Remy silences her plea with a heated kiss. His lips moved against hers hungrily, his hands exploring her body as a low growl echoed from his throat. She felt a shiver of pleasure run through her as his eyes flashed red, and a feeling of desire and anticipation began building inside of her. Two wolves howl through the forest, and the power of the prophecy seemed to linger in the air. She could feel all of them coming closer, the power of claiming her, marking her, mating her, intensifying with each passing moment. She couldn’t break away from him, her body arching to meet his, and was overpowered by the sheer force of her need for him.

Sarah hovered her hands over the ancient map with her eyes closed, her voice a low and steady chant in a foreign tongue. Bennet’s father stood still, patiently awaiting the conclusion of her ritual. Suddenly, her eyes flew open, blank and empty. It was coming sooner than they thought, and Sarah could feel it getting closer. The prophecy, already strong, had intensified, and both she and Bennet’s father knew it was mere moments away from being fulfilled.

Sarah’s eyes closed as the blood separated into five lines and circles, the single drop of blood in the middle. A vivid vision of Frances and being claimed by four men appeared before Sarah. She gasped in shock, her eyes snapping open. What she saw was not what she expected; there was no fifth man. It was Frances. She was the hybrid, the witch-vampire combination that had been foretold in the prophecy. Sarah was now even more certain of her destiny to protect and guide the hybrid. The realization filled her with a sense of awe and dread. She knew that if anyone else found out about Frances, they would not hesitate to use her power for their own gain. Sarah had to make sure the prophecy was fulfilled and keep Frances safe at all costs.

Sarah gasps in amazement as she looks up at the Lord, her eyes wide with realization and shock.

"My Lord, it's here. The prophecy...it has changed. There is no fifth mate, the hybrid. It's Frances... she's the hybrid princess," Sarah exclaimed in an urgent, excited whisper. She grabs the Lord's arm and pulls him close, a look of awe shock in her eyes as she contemplated the implications of this new development.

"Are you certain, my love?" He asks as he cups her cheek.

She nods.

One thing is certain.

Frances, the hybrid princess needed to be protected.

All supernatural beings would come for her to steal her power.