The Harbingers Gift

I’ve never put much stock in things like fate, despite the stories I grew up hearing. Fantastical tales and myths of three powerful goddesses, sisters. Spinning, weaving and cutting the threads of fate. Grandpa told me that I was special, that those sisters had a plan for me. That plan started at Clavemore University, college to the one percent, the elite. I barely graduated high-school, I don’t belong there. I never wanted this. My feeble attempt at running from fate was short lived. So here I am, staring at the cold stone walls of a university I'm too stupid to attend. Miles away from my home. My art. My life. That’s when I see them, the Voclain twins. They’re mysterious, dangerous, hauntingly beautiful and I think they hate me. People call them the Belladonna Brothers, it doesn’t take long to figure out why. They don’t want me but they won’t let me go. Tate – "I wish I could say I listened to Milo, that I hadn't thought about her. That would be a lie, she's been the only thing on my mind since yesterday. His too, he just won't admit it." Milo – "I don't meet her gaze, everything about her beautiful face and azure eyes makes my blood boil. My body aches for her, my palms twitch to touch her soft skin. It would be so easy, to kill her. To rid ourselves of this problem in an instant."

I’ve never put much stock in things like fate, despite the stories I grew up hearing. Fantastical tales and myths of three powerful goddesses, sisters. Spinning, weaving and cutting the threads of fate. Grandpa told me that I was special, that those sisters had a plan for me. That plan started at Clavemore University, college to the one percent, the elite. I barely graduated high-school, I don’t belong there. I never wanted this. My feeble attempt at running from fate was short lived. So here I am, staring at the cold stone walls of a university I'm too stupid to attend. Miles away from my home. My art. My life. That’s when I see them, the Voclain twins. They’re mysterious, dangerous, hauntingly beautiful and I think they hate me. People call them the Belladonna Brothers, it doesn’t take long to figure out why. They don’t want me but they won’t let me go. Tate – "I wish I could say I listened to Milo, that I hadn't thought about her. That would be a lie, she's been the only thing on my mind since yesterday. His too, he just won't admit it." Milo – "I don't meet her gaze, everything about her beautiful face and azure eyes makes my blood boil. My body aches for her, my palms twitch to touch her soft skin. It would be so easy, to kill her. To rid ourselves of this problem in an instant."