Cursed Desire

The Unshackled Thirst Of Freedom

One second she was a simple girl, living her normal life in the mean street of New York City. The next she was caged and sardined in a mansion of wealth and luxury.

She couldn't just grasp the quick switch of status, but yet her freedom was no where to be found. She felt like a princess, locked away in a tower, waiting for some prince charming to come save her.

She sat on the fluffy edge of her bed, lost and deeply swallowed in her own thought. The sound of a deep knock on the door startled her.

Her mind skipped endlessly, as her heart jump out of her body. She could feel the cold touch of inauspicious aspirations, crawling down her spine

“Good Morning Miss Winters!...”

The firm but yet shakey voice of Mr Caldwell, resonate from the other end of the hallway.

Lana, solemnly staggered towards the door to answer the call from Blackmoor's butler.

She open the door and was vastly greeted by a feint smile, run through Caldwell's face, stretching towards his ear.

“....good morning Miss Winters, hope you slept well last night”

“Y-yes, thank you!”

Caldwell immediately returns the favor, unwilling to wait for Lana's slow response.

“Blackmoor demands your presence this instance……”

The impassive pronouncements of these words from Caldwell's mouth, sent shuddering shock wave of fright down Lana's spine.

Caldwell steps aside and stretches out his hand, implying that Lana should precede him. As they set out to see Blackmoor immediately

Lana shudders in fear as she walks gently, yet maintaining a considerable pace. The seconds felt like minutes, while the minutes became an unending perilous hours of discomfort.

“Serving the prestigious Mr Blackmoor entails diverse sacrifices……” Caldwell croaky voice resonate amidst the tight walls of the dark hall way

“...and you need to be willing to make these sacrifices when the time comes!”

Although Lana paid little or no attention to Caldwell's mutterings. She couldn't help but notice the hidden context embedded in Caldwell's obscure proclamations.

Alas! They got to the end of the aversive and repulsive hallway. They voyage down the twist and turns of each neatly masoned staircase.

Although it felt as if Caldwell had taken another route, but they were not heading towards Blackmoor's office. But Lana didn't bother to ask where they were heading to, she just kept mute and followed suit.

They soon got to the last floor, alas an endless marathon of stair climbing has been evicted. Caldwell swiftly turned towards his left, now preceding Lana.

He then drew nigh to a big gold door. Ten times wider than an average human being. The door knobs were well masoned and well-crafted, taking the shape of a winter wolf.

Caldwell pushed the door open, and lo and behold. Lana was overwhelmed by the astonishing beauty her eyes were espying. She has never seen anything like it.

A lover of knowledge, a ferocious bookworm hidden behind the meek and tender skin of a gentle young lady. Her third eyes has just been opened

Behind this golden door of a well crafted winter dog, was a thousand shelves embedded with the vast knowledge of a thousand tribes and a thousand generation.

This was the biggest library Lana has ever seen in her entire life. A girl who had already grew exhausted and irritated by this luxurious dungeon, has now found a reason to stay.

“This Miss Winters, this is your office!...” The deep and resounding voice of Blackmoor dictated

“....within the four walls of this library contains all the wisdom any man could ever wish for!”

“Unbelievably true……” she thought to her self

She was lost in the irrevocable desire to consume every single knowledge cemented behind these shelves

“It's beautiful……”

Alas, the grip of fright and contempt had let loose, and the shackles of fear has been broken. Lana just felt a need to express herself.

She giggles mildly while trying to use her hand to shadow her mouth. She just couldn't stop herself from smiling

“... I've never seen anything like it!”

Even the Enigmatic Blackmoor, was surprised to see this little caged bird singing for joy. He couldn't help but reciprocate a modest smile back at Lana.

“Enjoy Miss Winters!”

He concludes as he exits the room.

It was Lana's sole responsibility to ensure that each book were being taken care of. She was to see to it that the centuries of knowledge cemented behind these shelves, would not become overwhelmed and buried by dust.

Back at Blackmoor's office, this enigmatic psychopath is beginning to contemplate distinct thought all buried deep in his mind.

Thoughts pertaining to the true intentions he had for Lana. Yes, Lana was been initiated and sold out by him. But yet he had thoughts regarding the consequences of his decisions.

He then called to Caldwell his butler, he sort his counsel regarding this situation. He invited Caldwell into his office.

Both men sat, reciprocating a strong grip of persistency in their gaze. Caldwell stared deep into Blackmoor's eyes, ready to swallow up every single words that was to be uttered out of Blackmoor's twisted tongues.

Blackmoor sat in perfect composure as well. Both men sat side by side like two Mafia Lords ready to talk business.

“What do you think about the girl?” Blackmoor's voice roared out in contempt

Caldwell's persistent gazed remained unshakened.

“Is there anything to think?” Caldwell replied with and inquisitive tone, and a gaze ready to interrogate any other word that spits out of Blackmoor's mouth

“She seems like a fine young lady with so much potentials” Blackmoor implied

“I fail to see how that stands out as a context consider” Caldwell retorted

Blackmoor hesitated to react back at Caldwell's words. Caldwell's inquisitive eyes feasted on Blackmoor's entirety. But this Enigmatic Psychopath kept mute.

“I am your Beta, Dominic!...” Caldwell said as his voice resonate and filled the thick walls of Blackmoor's office.

“And I will only give you good advices, because I am here to serve!... The girl, yes she innocent, but you know how this game works. It's either you or the girl.”

Caldwell took a paused and inhaled a deep breath before he made his last proclamations.

“Every single innocent girl that has ever walked through that door, this has been the fate they've been called to meet. And that's just the way it is……”

Caldwell made this last proclamations as he shove's his chair backward. He turned around and walked towards the door. He stretched his hand towards the door knob, then a pause of restrain.

“You're and Alpha, and you ought to show no weakness!... Never forget that” Caldwell implied as he throws the doors open, and modestly storms out of the office.

Blackmoor remained silent, swallowed and completely overshadowed in his own thoughts. The sound Caldwell's last statement kept resonating in his head.

He had to uphold his dignity as a true alpha. Blackmoor belonged to an ancient clan of werewolves known as the blood moon werewolf.

There very existence had transcend far beyond the normal context of werewolves, and packs. They were lone wolves and commanders of a thousand demons. Each blood moon Alpha commands a park of a thousand demons.

They were quite reputable, and had a very high social status. Their only weakness was that they were being stalked by their own demons.

Blackmoor's demons hunger for blood, a soul to consume. And Lana is that unfortunate soul that has been marked to die!....