The Last Descendant by Alexis Heddens (portable ebook reader .txt) 📖

never been good at dealing with guys but for some reason I wanted to smile. Really

smile. "My name is Vivian White but you can call me Viv."
His dark eyes glinted. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm sure we'll see more of each other." It wasn't a question.
I swallowed. He made me a little nervous and self-conscious. "Uh, yeah. Sure."
That night I took a long hot bubble bath. I don't really take them anymore but tonight I felt like I had to. Afterwords I dressed into a nightgown and climbed into bed. It took me a while to fall asleep, my thoughts all on Dimitri and why I couldn't shake off a weird feeling I had about him. Just like when I first met Em, I felt like she could never be trusted and only wanted to use me. But she never has, only being my true friend. So maybe this was exactly the same thing with him? I hoped so. He was beautiful and would fit in perfectly at school. Then I thought of Marcie and silently cursed. Once she found I had interest in him she go after him like a shark spotting prey. I closed my eyes and finally felt myself drift off to sleep.

The night air smelled like the sweet scent of flowers as a light breeze blew gently at my long hair. I knitted my brows in confusion. If this was a dream then I'd kick myself and laugh. Never in my life has a dream ever felt so real except twice now. Once when I was three and a few nights ago. I shivered even though it was warm out. When I was three I had a nightmare that these beings with wings had killed my mom and was trying to take me away. But someone else was there and protected me. He took me away from them and hid my dad and I. Only now I don't remember who or what he looked like. Only I know that I've never felt so safe in my life like that horrible dream.

I stood in a meadow with fireflies dancing all around me. The moon shone bright and deer ate the grass, watching me with content. This was the best dream ever, even if it didn't feel like one. I looked down at what I was wearing. My nightgown I had thrown on from before I went to sleep. Shrugging I twirled and laughed, for once being carefree. Rabbits bounced around my feet while the birds sang a little tune for me. And when the butterflies danced with the fireflies, their wings glowed, making them look beautiful and full of mystery.

Sebastion smiled as he watched her dance. He made this happen for her. Though he wouldn't show himself to her he could still smile. She was beautiful, dancing and laughing without any worries and it made him feel...Happy. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

I woke the next morning with a smile on my face. Mom and dad were gone and Joey was off to college. My dream last night was one I would never forget and nothing that morning could spoil my mood. That is until Zac came up to me and started saying something in another language to me.
"Noni, Noni, Noni, Noni, Noni, Noni..." He kept repeating.
"Zac." I groaned. "Stop it."
"Noni, Noni, Noni, Noni, Noni, Noni." He grinned up at me, his hands behind his back.
All day he followed me around the house, saying this one Japanese word and it didn't make any sense! Finally I got tired of it. "Would you just stop it!" I shouted.
Zac's grin grew wider. "Nada, Nada, Nada, Nada, Nada, Nada, Nada."
I grabbed him by the shoulders. "WHAT?!"
"Hey! You finally got it!" Zac patted my cheek and happily skipped downstairs.
I stood there, open-mouthed stunned. What just happened?

Mentally shaking myself, I headed down the stairs. Before I reached the bottom I heard a crash. Frantic, I ran into the kitchen. Zac had broken the cookie jar. I inwardly groaned. "Zac..."
He shrugged, grinned, and scooted past me. I was radiating with fury but tried to calm down. It's okay Vivian. It's okay. Let's just clean this mess up and deal with Zac later.

Deciding I liked that idea very much, I began to pick up the cookies. It wasn't fun but it had to be done and I was the only one eligible to do it since Zac would purposely prick his finger just to see the blood and then make me bandage it up.
When I was almost finished, I heard voices in the living room. Finishing up, I walked out and stopped short. Dimitri was standing there with a big smile on his face. Zac was talking to him. "So, what are your intentions with my sister?"
Dimitri looked amused and tapped his jaw, pretending to be in thought. "Well, I was thinking about proposing and then maybe for our honeymoon..."
Zac cheered. "Finally! Some one can take on my job!"
I gave them both glares though I felt a blush work it's way up to my cheeks. "Dimitri. Can I help you?" I asked.
He nodded. "My father and I appreciate the cookies and I thought I could take you and your little brother out for some ice cream."
I opened my mouth to politely decline when Zac beat me to it. "Let me get my jacket!" And raced up the stairs.
I eyed Dimitri. "Aren't the shops closed in November?"
He shrugged. "Hey, we can get some at the store."
From the top of the stairs, Zac shouted, "How about we watch a movie and eat it?"
Knowing I had no escape I sighed. "Okay, okay. Have it your way."
Dimitri looked pleased. I got my jacket and zipped it up as Zac bounded by my side. "Do you really want to marry my sister?"
Dimitri grinned. "Yup."
"I wouldn't. I mean, besides her being my sister, she's just boring. Have you seen what she does? Straight-A student and obsessed over wampirelves." I shot a look at Zac. He was embarrassing me and I just met the guy last night!
"What's a wampirelve?" Dimitri asked as we headed outside.
I followed them down the steps. "It's a cross breed between werewolves and vampires. I love reading about mythical creatures and such so Joey, my older brother, made the word up. Zac loves it and likes to follow me around."
Zac swung his arms as he went. "Yup, tackled her down the stairs a few days ago and almost made her fall down them again yesterday morning." He sounded thrilled.
"Your mean to your sister aren't you." He said it as a fact. When Zac nodded eagerly, Dimitri gave him a sly smile. "Well, if your nice to her today I'll let you pick out the ice cream and get some chocolate syrup. Alright?"
Zac gave a hoot. "Yes!"
I glowered, trying to hide my surprise. Zac never stopped being a little devil to me, not even when he's bribed. Dimitri nodded and headed for the store. Zac picked out Moose Tracks and got his chocolate syrup. When we got back to my house, Zac ran to pick out a movie while Dimitri helped me dish out the ice cream.
"Thank you." I murmured.
He smiled his lopsided smile. "No problem. I'm glad to help. Besides, your mom can make really good cookies!"
I giggled. "Yeah, she can get carried away sometimes. One time she even made two hundred and couldn't stop. We ended up having a bake sale because of it."
We laughed and began to talk, exchanging stories of our childhood. Then came the subject of my mother. "I...She's not my real mom, even if I feel like she is."
Dimitri didn't say anything, instead he remained quiet, listening to every word I said. It made me feel special that a guy was actually listening to me so intently. "You see, my real mom died a few years after I was born."
Dimitri looked at me, his voice grave, "How did she...?"
I forced tears back. This was a sensitive subject to me. Not even Emily knew. "She..."
"You don't have to tell me." He murmured quietly. "I understand, I mean, you just met me so..."
"No,no." I shook my head and gave a fake laugh. "It's fine. Really. You've been really kind to me. I appreciate it." Taking a long breath, I told him. "Dad had left for work and mom stayed at home. It was just me a her. I remember her playing a game with me. She...She told me to...Gah, I can't remember. Something about hide-go-seek and I was excited. I really wanted to play and she didn't mind. But when we played...She placed me in a secret room under our cellar. It was dark and scary but there was blankets and pillows, even my favorite stuffed tiger. It smelled like her too, so it wasn't too bad. I begged to her stay with me. I didn't want to be alone in the dark. But she..." I frowned, not quite remembering. I was so little. "I think she was running up the stairs and out of the dinky room to the cellar. Then she ran up those stairs. She'd told me to be quiet or else they'd find me. I heard peoples voices and my mother's. She shouted and then there was a thump. My dad came home later to find her dead. Her throat had been slashed and so were her wrists. She was drained entirely of blood. My dad found me and we left. So far that I know of, we've never been back to that house."
Dimitri was silent.
"Someone murdered my mother." I whispered.
"Do you ever think about going back to that house?" He asked.
I shrugged. "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. I'm too scared, what if the memories come back to me?"
Zac ran in. "Let's watch the sound of music!"
Damn it.

Chapter Three: Rebecca

Becca smiled. Sunday's were beautiful and to spend it outside was a blessing. After church she'd go outside and just read by the old oak tree. It was fun, no matter how cold it got. She could care less. She loved the snow and couldn't wait for it. Today she was reading Burned: A house of Night Series

. A light breeze picked up, blowing her hair into