Dear Diary,
Helena wrote.
I feel so sorry for Sally. I let my wolf get the best of me. No doubt she deserved that shove. But I still wish-
Helena's writing was disturbed by the front door breaking apart as if by a wrecking ball. She was still sitting up on the lounge sofa when Sally appeared.
"I'm going to kill you for that, bitch!" Sally screamed.
Helena put her diary to one side and stood up. "You don't want this. Trust me."
Sally leapt on Helena and she was put to the ground on her back. Sally tried to land punches on Helena but they were blocked. Helena kicked Sally off of her.
All of a sudden, Stephen appeared in the doorway. "Helena!"
He got between the rivals raising each hand towards them.
"Get out of the way, Stephen!" Sally yelled in anger.
"I agree." Helena was angry too.
Just then, a new figure appeared in the doorway.
"Damien, no!" Stephen exclaimed but to no avail as Damien got behind Sally and cracked her neck.
Helena held her hands to her mouth to stifle her scream.
"Relax." Damien said nonchalantly. "She'll be awake in 5 minutes or so."
Stephen wanted to smack his brother when he saw a figure appear behind Helena. He couldn't make out who they were as a shawl covered their face.
"Nuh-uh." The female stranger raised a finger with the other hand on Helena's neck. "You boys move. She dies."
"What do you want?" Damien asked with his hands becoming fists.
"I will tell you guys that later." The stranger said. "For now, know that Helena isn't safe from danger."
Then she disappeared into thin air, leaving the four alone.
"So this is your mansion?" Helena asked Stephen as they entered the main hallway.
Stephen grinned. "Our family mansion. Belongs to both Damien and me."
Helena scoped out the place. It was adorned in centuries-old furniture. Looks like quite a classy place, she thought.
Meanwhile, Damien was busy in the basement.
Sally tried to get out of her chains. "You can't keep me here!"
Damien smirked. "You will, my dear."
"For how long?"
Alfred opened the door and handed Damien a blood bag. "Will this do, sir?"
Damien nodded then threw the bag on the floor near Sally. She grabbed it and drunk from it hungrily.
"So, Sally is a vampire?" Helena asked Stephen. "I didn't even know those existed."
"Yes, but the main thing is who turned her into one?" Stephen asked. "It's rare to find an Alpha Vampire nowadays."
"Uhh.." Helena motioned toward a portrait on Stephen's bedside table.
It was Helena but she looked completely different, like, from another era entirely.
"That's not you." Stephen smiled. "That's Jenna, she used to me fated mate."
"Used to be?"
"Long story."
The next thing Helena noticed was the giant hole in the wall.
Stephen shrugged. "Long story."
They were in Damien's room now, as Stephen's room was under construction.
"I noticed you have a diary." Stephen told Helena. "What do you write in it, if I may ask?"
"My everyday thoughts." Helena answered.
She noticed the same portrait of her lookalike on Damien's bedside table.
"So this girl was Damien's fated mate too?" Helena asked.
"Long-"
"Story." Helena interrupted. "I get it."
Stephen then introduced himself and his brother. They were centuries-old but looked eighteen given they became werewolves later on. They weren't fully immortal though.
"We don't age but we can be killed." Stephen explained.
Helena nodded then explained her backstory. She was a hybrid. Her father was a warlock and her mother a beta wolf. Her mother was ousted from her pack because of her relationship with Helena's father. For a long time, the three were on their own until Helena's parents were killed in a car accident.
"I've been on my own since a long time." Helena said. "I haven't even met a fellow werewolf in God knows how long."
Stephen hugged her and Helena returned the hug. A lot of stuff happened tonight but Helena did not know that tonight she was going to lose her virginity as well.
100 years ago.
A beautiful girl was sitting alone in a forest on the grass. She was reading a romance novel when suddenly a handsome guy presented her with a bouquet of flowers.
"For you, madame." He said.
"Aww, Stephen, you shouldn't have." Jenna held the roses and smelled them.
Damien appeared next and handed her a bottle of perfume. She tested it.
"Oud. My favorite scent." Jenna commented.
"So who is your favorite, Jenna?" Stephen asked.
"Yes, please tell us." Damien pleaded.
Jenna raised a finger to her lips and exchanged glances with both of the brothers.
"You're both my favorites." She told them. "Tell you what. I'll make you both wolves tonight."
It was evening, which soon turned into a cold night. But with the three of them in close vicinity, there was a warmth.
"Who will you take first, Jenna?" Damien stood up.
"Yes, who?" Stephen did the same.
Jenna stood up brushing off her frock. "Both of you. At the same time."
The brothers exchanged awkward glances.
Jenna unbuttoned her blouse and told Stephen, "I want you take me in the front."
She looked behind and raised her frock at Damien. "I want you to take me in the back."
Both of the brothers rushed towards her. Only the birds and other animals could hear the sounds of pleasure emanating from these three lusty souls.
The threesome ran for several minutes until all three of them came at the same time.
They were lying down in their undergarments in the grass, admiring each other when a villager's voice rang, "Here!"
The brothers and their girlfriend did not expect such a crowd. There were many villagers holding wooden torches in their grasps, men, women, and children alike.
"She has tainted my sons with her wickedness!" Stephanie, mother of Stephen and Damien, screamed upon witnessing the half-naked three.
"She must burn!" One villager exclaimed then all of them started chanting that sentence in unison.
Two men grabbed Jenna and rushed her to a place nearby where the villagers were building a pyre.
Stephen and Damien rushed to save her but the full moon was yet to come out and they had not transformed yet.
Jenna was strong. She stayed silent throughout the endeavour even when she being bound to the pyre which was about to get lit up.
"She must burn!" The villagers started chanting again.
"Any last words, witch?" The villager closest to the pyre said.
"Yes." Jenna looked lovingly at the brothers. "I will return my loves."
The first torch was thrown into the wood and others soon followed.
Stephen and Damien exclaimed, "No!", followed by a young boy's crying.