The Last Virgin - Episode 12

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*Had to make this chapter Long to make up for my delay. Happy reading...

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As early as six am, Eugene was already up, his hands tucked behind his head for support as he stared at the ceiling, his mind deep in thoughts.

Eugene sighs, having enough of the brain Battle, he lifts himself off the bed and makes his way to the adjoining smaller room where the old woman occupied.. Stopping In front of her door, he knocks twice.

"Eugene?"

Her frail voice calls out.

"Yes"

he confirms

"Come in"

Eugene pushes the door back as he steps in side and takes a seat on the mattress near her.

She stares at him.

He puffs out breath

"Umm. I just wanted to ask a few questions"

he scratches his head.

The old woman nods giving him the go ahead.

"Umm. Where are my parents?"

The old woman sighs.

"They died years ago, when you were just a boy. I've been taking care of you since"

"Oh"

his face falls.

"And did anything happen for me to lose my memory? Why can't I remember anything?"

"I've been waiting for you to ask me this for so long"

"Well?"

He probes further

"You were involved in an accident. We almost thought you weren't going to survive but alas.."

Her eyes light up.

Eugene scrunches his eyebrows.

"We?"

"Yes. Your best friends and I"

Best friends?

He wondered.

If he had best friends then why hadn't they come to see him till now.

It's been a month already right?

He sighs.

F*ck! This was hella confusing.

No matter how much his grandma had been trying to explain things to him each day for the past month, his brain was still having a hard time getting a hang of everything.

It was like his brain was desperately trying to refuse everything.

He sighs, rubbing his face.

He could feel a headache coming just thinking of this.

Ah! He groans.

"I'll go take my bath"

he lies scurrying out of the room immediately.

He needed to be alone.

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VALERIE'S POV

Kayla squeals behimd me,ranting on and on about God knows what as I grumble under my beeath in annoyance padding back towards the kitchen to pour myself another glass of milk.

"Ahhh! I'm so excited"

Kayla squeals again.

Oh God! This girl could scream for Africa.

I turn to face her, with another glass of milk In my hand.

"Shhh,keep it down will you? Mother is asleep upstairs"

"Oops.. Sorry"

she bit her lip and remained quiet, but only for a few seconds until she squeals again, grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs towards my room.

I quickly tighten my grip on my glass as I stumble behind her.

I scowl at her but she was too excited to notice.

I let out a sigh, rubbing my temple.

"You know.."

I glance at Kayla as she busily rummages through my bag, pulls out a notebook and pen and begins to scribble.

"Any outsider would think it's your birthday and not mine"

I finish,gulping my milk.

"Hmmm" she replies absentmindedly still scribbling.

From the way she's numbering stuff, I'm guessing she's making a list of things we're going to do today.

Leaving her to her work, I lean back against the wall, my mind drifting to Mr stranger again.

I sigh.. When will I see him again?.

"Hey!" Kayla's voice pulls me out of my reverie.

I glance down at her petite form.

"Huh?"

"What's got your mind occupied?".

"Nothing. So what are you doing?"

I move to sit near her, trying to Change the topic.. She stares at me suspiciously for a moment before breaking into a smile, obviously pushing any suspicious thoughts to the back of her head.

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I stare at my reflection in the mirror for a moment before picking up a red lipstick and applying.

I smack my lips together to evenly spread the lipstick after which I tie my hair into a ponytail.. Done,I take a step back to overlook my appearance, smoothing my palm over the soft silk of my off shoulder white dress that hugged my body more than I would like. I let out a sigh, biting my lip. It doesn't really feel it's my birthday.

At all.

A sudden knock on the door interrupts my thoughts

"Come in".

"Hey,you ready?"

The door opens as my father steps in.

"Yes but dad don't you think.."

"Not a word Valerie"

he cuts ne off

"The party is already starting downstairs. So not a word. I know you're worried about celebrating your birthday because of your mothers condition but trust me, if she could speak, she'd tell you to go have fun. You turn eighteen only once in a life time child,so go. I'll be upstairs with your mom. Just go have fun,your friends are waiting"

I fidget with my fingers.

How do I tell him I'm more worried about what might go wrong tonight than my mother's condition?.. It sounds selfish I know, but I can't help this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach.

It's like I don't want this party to happen in the first place.

"Hey"

father nudges me.

"Hmm?"

"It's Almost 8pm, you should get going"

"Yes. Right"

I mumble

"And happy birthday love"

I smile

"thanks dad"

"Now go."

He turns towards the door,walking out.

"Here goes nothing"

I take in a deep breath before following him out,the loud buzzing music filling my ears already...

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11:00PM

"Hey!!!!"

I grab another glass of whisky which Kayla had successfully snuck in and gulp it all down.

The drink burns my throat as it makes it way towards my stomach.

I scrunch my face and shake my head.

Damn! This stuff is strong but it works perfectly when it comes to taking away ones problems.. I feel light headed,dizzy but good. I grin.

I feel like I can even fly.

I giggle at my thoughts.

I feel hands wrap around my waist.

"Hey beautiful"

a husky voice says behind me.

"Dance with me"

he adds and I giggle again.. Oh dear, I must be getting drunk.

"My pleasure"

I reply as we begin to dance much too close for comfort but I do not mind.. Not at all.

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11:45PM

"Yes!"

I grab more whisky downing it, ignoring the burning sensation in my throat.. I do not know why but I'm beginning to feel more alive by the second.. I don't even know what the time is.

But as long as people are dancing, kissing and grinding in each corner, I'm sure this party is gonna last till mama calls.. I turn to go and find my next dance partner when someone grips me and pulls me away from the party.

Ah, so much for having fun. I whine as I'm being pulled till we reach the balcony attached to my bedroom..

"Hey!"

I whine turning to face my captor only to come face to face with Max.

I scowl at him.

"Happy birthday love"

he moves in to kiss me but I pull away.. How dare he ignore me for a month and then suddenly appear here to kiss me.

The cheek of it.

"F*ck off!"

I stagger backwards.

He sighs pathetically

"I'm sorry love. I know I..."

"Oh cut the crap Max! You don't get to come here all of a sudden..."

I trail off...

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11:55.PM

"Baby... I.."

Max's words were lost into oblivion as I stagger backwards, a familiar emotion I haven't felt in almost four weeks surging through me again.

Oh no.

Not again.

No no no.

I clench my fists.

My head is beginning to ache.

The world is spinning.

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Max stops talking when he realises Valerie was acting strange.

He takes a step towards her but she steps back, holding up her hands

"D..don't come.. Near.. Go.."

She stammers, holding her neck groaning.

"Valerie..."

"I said go! Run! Get out of here!"

she screams, sinking to floor and letting her hands fall to her sides.

That was when he realised it.

From where her hands was covering was the crescent shape underneath her ear he'd always thought was a tattoo.

He watches as the half moon shape begins to reconstruct itself on her skin, bit by bit, little by little Max watches in horror as the half moon shape suddenly turns into a full moon shape.

The moon shape begins to glow on her skin.

"Run! Go!"

He hears Valerie scream as she tries to control whatever was taking over her body but he was too shocked, too dumbstruck at what his eyes were seeing that he couldn't move an inch.

An invisible wind suddenly blew, sending Valerie's hair which was tied into a ponytail flying in all directions.

The ribbon holding her hair in place suddenly tore, her hair falling around her shoulders.

Valerie screams.

She opens her eyes.

Max let's out a scream at the sight of her eyes.

They were changing color.

And.. And so was her hair.. Her hair was turning bright red.

Jesus! He tries to move, but it was too late.

"V.. Va..Valerie"

he whispers.

Valerie gets up from where she was kneeling and faces him. Her palm were igniting with fire.

"Valerie what is..."

Valerie could no longer control the force overtaking her body.. Annamarie's anger towards her death years ago had reignited.

And the sweet Valerie had vanished. And right now, any man was her enemy.

And the guy before her was her enemy.

She was back.

Annamarie' was finally back.

Back after fifty godamn years for revenge.

She wasn't Valerie Kent.

She was Annamarie.

And she was back,for good.

Her eyes blazes with hatred.. Her anger causes her to flip her hair.

The force sending Max flying off his feet.

He screams.

She flips her again, unable to control herself and Max was once again thrown against the walk.. Except there was no wall on the balcony.

Max trips from the edge of the balcony and slips.

Max lands from the three storey building to the floor. His head hitting the floor first.

He was dead even before he fell. His neck was twisted at an odd angle, eyes wide open void of any life.

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Lord Hades jumps off his seat, the ground shaking with his terror.

Annamarie had just killed someone.. One rule had been broken.