Thirsty for him
3. Family Elys

This is so disgusting, to know that I had eaten something with a tooth in it and I hadn’t even noticed. I walk out of the bathroom and bump into Daisy, who is looking for me to go to class.

“Are you okay? Why did you leave so quickly yesterday?” Maybe because you told me about that story? I can’t blame her for just being honest with me. It all surprised me for a moment. It’s so much lately that I have to process.

She told me about the folklore that goes around town about a family, the Elys family in particular. Two parents, three children, and a house in the middle of the woods, what they call now the haunted house. Because there are rumors that there are living ghosts to revenge on the ones who killed them.

The face when Daisy remembered the story and heard about my encounter with Varnic was priceless. Not to say a very proud moment, because I had made out with a ghost, a handsome, well-kissed ghost.

Then there was Holisius, the oldest son, and Brogh, the youngest son. All three had been seen in our little town of Townsend city. Which was very hilarious because we are just a small village and are called a town. If a town gets a name like that then we must be a very important town, which is also not true. We are just a boring town with some small local stores a church and of course, a haunted house that I just discovered. If it’s more popular, why haven’t I heard about it? Even Daisy had been there.

At school, I walk with Daisy at a fast pace to the next class before I’m late again. I sit in the back with Daisy next to me, who is already flirting with the boy next to her. What a surprise, every hour she is flirting. Does she never learn, how not to get hurt by suckers? Every time she falls in love and every time they dump her for another girl.

At first, she knows it’s just sex, but after a few times, she gets feelings for them. I’m a virgin myself and don’t know much about boys and why would boys want to be with someone cursed? The person who doesn’t even know about this curse or what her curse does. No, I don’t say anything to anyone about this curse. It’s just because I’m so picky. I don’t want to be with a boy if I don’t know what I am and all these boys won’t even let me feel anything for them.

With every book, that I searched In our library I had only found that our family consists of many generations. With all kinds of stories from previous centuries, all written in the same handwriting. All I know is that I am a Nicroat and they don’t have books of these types of beings.

I am brought out of my thoughts by the teacher. "Do you know what year the Middle Ages started, Avery?" Oh, no history, I suck at history. Why do we have to learn this stuff? History belongs in the past, the word says it all.

The teacher waits for my answer. “The 1500s?” I say doubtfully more questioning to the teacher himself. “Indeed it starts in the 5th century and ends in 1520,” the teacher replied proudly of the small victory I have achieved in his class. Daisy also looked proud as she turned her face away from the boy beside her. From that moment on, I tried to listen and try so to learn something before class was over. Later on, when the bell goes I can no longer wait and get next to Daisy.

“I want to go to that house?” I say committed. I thought so but now I said it out loud to her too. “What house?” She asked busy kissing the boy who I now know is named Logan.

“The Elys family house we talked about yesterday. It’s not safe, Avery. Forget I told you about that house. Forget where that creepy haunted house is,” in a trembling voice Daisy says this. She wants me to shut up about it, I can see it in her eyes. This surprises me because I have never seen Daisy scared. Not even at the scariest horror movie she loves so much. “Ok,” I said, but I was still not convinced. I’ll go, if she doesn’t want to go with me I’ll go alone.

Daisy is still with Logan at the end of the school day when I see them coming my way. Daisy and I had the last two classes apart today and in those two classes I couldn’t get Varnic and that house out of my head. I had seen him last night in that creepy house when I got a strange feeling I had to go inside.

I even forgot my annoyance with the story Daisy told me about the Elys family yesterday. But I must say I am wondering if I will see him again in his old house. The forgotten house, the house nobody wants to go near with. Only the ones who dared and if I wandered around questioning, nobody had dared already.

I did some research at night when I woke up and could not sleep before I knew some intel about the house.

“You still think about that house, don’t you?” We’ve been friends for over a decade, of course, she knows me so well. “Yes, I need to find him. Just want to look for myself if he isn't a ghost."

As we walk home from school she’s still whining that it’s too dangerous and not worth it, but my attention is dragged to another place. There I see that same handsome boy standing with a group of boys further along. Startled, I stop in my tracks, to which Daisy also stops and looks at where I’m looking. “Oh, some guys from college. They stand here every day.” What, every day! I’ve never seen them before. When my eyes are drilled into those same yellowish eyes. I immediately hold my breath. Daisy looks at me and the boy before asking me, “Do you know him? “I feel my throat go dry again as if my breath can’t find its way out of my body to exhale. That’s him That’s the boy I had kissed and also seen in that damn house. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“It’s him, he’s the boy I kissed,” I whispered to her, afraid he might hear me if this was another illusion. “Avery I told you Varnic is dead! He died with his family in that house a hundred years ago,” she pressed it again irritably, still confused by my attraction to that boy who doesn’t exist. Even though that boy is still standing there talking to those boys.

As we walk past the boys, he looks at me again. I look back at him and walk past him without wanting to leave because this feeling of release and fresh breath almost makes me want to go back. It feels like he is my refreshment after a hot day of sunbathing on the beach. That’s how incredible he makes me feel. Daisy pulls me away from them faster.

When we’re far enough away from the boys that they can’t hear us, she bangs her fist on my shoulder. “Ouch, why are you doing that!” I yell at her, wiping my arm where she hit me. “You were almost drooling. Do you even know who that is? Of course, you don’t. He’s the boy no one can fathom, or could have fathomed. Many girls have tried to take him because he’s so sexy, but nobody succeeds. He never gave in to any of those girls. Listen to me, don’t sleep with him and find a real boy,” She says almost jealously to me about how he looked at me.

She makes me frustrated at the fact that I wasn’t even allowed to try to talk to him, was she that jealous, or was she doing it to protect me because he doesn’t let women near him? I don’t believe it, why would a guy who looks so good not even want to be with some girls? “Wyat is not worth trying Avery, I don’t want you to get hurt. He may look hot and attractive, but he is stone-cold. I had heard that he lived in some abandoned house."

I immediately turn my eyes to her. It’s true about that house what I’m not going to say to her. And what did she call him Wyat? That’s strange, he had told me his name was Varnic or so I thought I heard, but that’s not a name you could mishear. The two names don’t even sound alike.

I see the driveway to our property in sight and I hug Daisy before I start the long walk I have to take before I get to the two dark brown wooden doors which are very heavy to open. However today I did it faster than I ever have before. Paying no attention to the fact that I am suddenly so strong.

I step into the hallway where I step directly into the kitchen where my Mom is cutting vegetables for dinner. I step up next to her, causing her to look at me, trying to figure out what I’m doing here. My Mom is always good at sensing our feelings before we even know them ourselves, she creeps me out with that gift.

“What’s bothering you?” She asks me, while she is still cutting a carrot with her big knife that I hear hitting the wooden cutting board every time she cuts into the carrot. “What did you give us for breakfast?” She turns around now, drops the knife, and looks into my eyes. “Just stew, Avery! What’s this all about? Don’t you like my food?” She asks with her eyes rolling that’s what she and all the rest always do to me. They always dodge all my questions. “Mom I had a tooth in my stew, I was really sick at school today.” When I just finished the last word she got defensive again and yelled all sorts of words at me, “Young lady, what are you trying to say? That I poisoned you after you ate all the food! You should be ashamed of yourself."

With hard steps I left the kitchen, stomping up the stairs angry at her for doing this to me again, with all her dodging my questions. I know weird things are going on here. I feel so left out again like nothing has changed. Like I haven’t changed.

Later that night, I find out, everything has changed. I wasn’t the same Avery anymore before the marking had happened. I wasn’t the innocent girl that I was before.

At night I feel my body shaking as I am running, so hard that I feel the blisters forming on my feet as I keep running after a dark figure who is still running away from me. He thinks he’s gotten rid of me before I jump him and everything goes black.

I wake up that morning covered in sweat, breathing hard like I’ve run a 10-mile run. It’s that feeling I just can’t get rid of. It’s like a feeling of fullness and joy that I’ve never tasted or felt before. It makes me feel powerful, but it was just a dream.

When I look at my clock on the nightstand, I see that it is just about 5 o’clock. I turn over and try to go back to sleep. Falling asleep again. This time falling into a dreamless sleep until the moment my alarm clock on the nightstand goes off announcing that it is time to get up to go to school.

With a new energy I have not felt in years, I get up. This feeling of energy surging through my body is something I’ve only had in my childhood. The blissful feeling of my blood pumping through my veins is the feeling I feel now. Not like an eighteen-year-old teenager who feels tired almost all the time, no. I felt great.

I walk to my bathroom where I step into the shower, humming a song I don’t remember hearing. I let the water fall over my in de shower. All does the water not go on me, like my body is resisting it.

I step out of the shower and walk to the mirror by the sink. I look at myself and I also look better than the days before.

The bags under my eyes were gone and my skin was a bright pink color with not a single blemish on it. While I am brushing my teeth I feel a little tingle that I ignore. After I brushed my teeth I took my makeup bag underneath the sink in the cabinet. When I look into the sink I see another white tooth in the sink with blood around it. What makes my stomach protest so I run to the toilet to vomit.

Again looking in the sink after I almost pucked out my whole stomach. I looked again at the tooth in the sink which looked exactly the same as the tooth of the day before. Are those my tooths? What is wrong with me?

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