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Crescent Reflection Chapter Forty-Two
It’s been thirty minutes since I started burning up. Hector left the door open and was now pat drying my face with a wet cloth. He seemed calm so I guess this was the first part of what was to come. My breathing had slowed down a bit and I was taking deep breaths to get enough air into my lungs. At first I just felt hot, then I started feeling hot and cold at the same time. I wanted a blanket and I wanted a fan as well. Hector gave me a water bottle that he pulled out of his bag and helped me sit up to drink some of it. I was getting frustrated. All kinds of frustrated. I was upset at Hector for no concrete reason and just wanted him to get the hell away from me. But I was also very horny. My senses were going haywire. I pulled him closer to me by his shirt but he moved away when I tried kissing him. He had a smile forming on his lips but the weird confused look on his face made the smile look a bit crooked. “Agh!” I yelled at his face before pushing him. He did not budge and that ri
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I woke up in the cabin snuggled under the blanket, laying on Hector’s chest. His heartbeat was loud and comforting. Knowing he was alive and well gave me hope. I moved a bit and he tightened his grip around me. The events of last night came tumbling into my mind and tears stung my eyes. I held them at the brink I did not want them to splash on him. I sniffed a bit, then pressed my lips together. I would never want to wish what I went through last night on anyone. It was excruciating and abnormal. I never thought it would get to this. My body felt a lot better this morning. I guess this was what I was going to go through every full moon for the rest of my life. No wonder Rosalina’s son lost his mind and took his life because of it. “Let it all out.” Hectors voice rumbled in my ear. “Cry if you want to.” And I did. But I did it silently. He rubbed my back in a soothing manner while I poured my tears on his warm chest. I felt too ashamed of myself. How was I supposed to face Hector af
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“I take it your fullmooning went well.” Sofia inspected the look I was giving her. She had her hair in a low, side ponytail. I guess that was the only thing about her she could change. I was in a lilac knee-length, sleeveless dress. “What do you care.” I rolled my eyes. “Hermione. I’m not your enemy here.” She said. I could tell she wanted to come closer to me but my animal was between us. “You really should trust me.” “I will do that when I see it fit.” I told her. My toes curled and collected some dirt. I poured the dirt from one foot to the other. It felt good and childish. “You are just being irrational.”“Me being very careful around a witch that did spells to try and kill werewolves is called being irrational... ok.” I shrugged. Sofia sighed and threw her arms in the air. “It was a long time ago. Your mother wasn’t even born then!” “Mmm.” “Look, I can help you minimize the pain during the full moons. If you can just get the spell book here I will pinpoint the actual spe
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I have this weird urge to always look for more trouble whenever I find myself in any. Instead of just sitting one place and staying out of danger, I go for more danger and subject myself and the people I care about to things that could really get us hurt. I thought by now that I would’ve learnt my lesson and stayed put, however, that was not the case. I have become a whole lot worse and inquisitive. I am always seeking answers even at the expense of others. And somehow, I don’t seem to care what others think. Uncle Michael’s beard looked just the way it was when I last saw him… The day Derrick and I fought him at his mistress’s house. He looked a whole lot tired and frustrated. Maybe even sexually frustrated as well. He had bags of anxiety under his silver eyes. And walked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I wanted to feel sorry for him. I almost did. This was the same man who carried me with love and care when I was young, and even gave me a nickname. Played with
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“Hector. Do you know who Emilio’s mate is?” “Um… I’m not sure. I over heard him say her name is Sammy. I think that’s just a nickname. I don’t really know her full name. But let me check his room.” He offered. We did not hear anything for a while until he came back saying ‘Sam Hawking’, and that she had raven hair and brown eyes and looked a bit Spanish and Indian then sent us the picture. Ken was already on it searching for her on social media. There were a couple of profiles with the same description until he came across one that had a werewolf picture posted about a week ago. “I got her.” He said then messaged her. She did not answer immediately and I started panicking. I did not know if Emilio was coming after us today or tomorrow or next week but I was not going to take any chances. We needed to be ready. Annalise popped up but she wasn’t looking too good. I haven’t been paying her much attention lately. I’ve been too occupied with what I wanted that I forgot that she was a h
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My breath hitched once Ken and Tiffany sauntered into the café. The air was freezing, proving that the weather still hadn’t recovered from what happened on the full moon. I was wearing a pink jersey while Hector wore his signature black hoodie. We watched with interest as Ken spoke to the lady having her drink before sitting down opposite her. Tiffany had her phone out. She clicked on it then placed it on the table. Almost immediately she placed it on the table I got a notification on my phone. Tiffany: She’s not human. “Whoa!” I frowned. As I tried to understand this statement more clearly. “What is it?” Hector asked me and I showed him what Tiffany sent me. His eyes darted from the phone then back at the trio inside Kimberly’s Café. “How is that possible?” I was asking myself the same question. “Does it mean that everyone we come across isn’t exactly human now?” I asked Hector. He did not reply. His mind was sieving the answers out. I looked back inside the café. Ken was orderi
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“You are running out of time, you know?” Sofia told me. Her restless demeanor proved that my stubbornness to comply with her demands were agitating her. Her hair was flowing down her back in soft curls and the dress she wore looked like it was going to suffocate her very soon. I don’t even understand these huge medieval outfits that literally weigh more than the actual person wearing them. They looked good, only for plays like Daniella. “If you need your spell book so badly why don’t you just go and get it yourself? Oh wait, you can’t.” I snorted. We were both standing under the cloudy sky and she looked like she wanted to pace around, if not for the weight she was walking around with. No matter what, I was not going to bend to her will. I had a choice to either do it or not do and I was choosing not to do it. Now that she was in my personal peaceful space, I couldn’t breathe or relax anymore. She was contaminating my area with her presence. “Why are you being so stubborn?” She snap
Crescent Reflection Chapter Forty- Nine
All fingers in all shapes and forms pointed to Bree and her gang of ghouls. I was empty inside the whole night I couldn’t even be joyful at aunt Courtney’s efforts that proved she was almost back on track. I had a dreamless sleep last night despite my hopes of being transported to that place of peace and unite with the animal that was said to be a folktale and a figment of one’s imagination. I dragged my heavy head off the pillows in the morning, to aimlessly direct myself to the bathroom. After my usual hygiene routine, I was mostly awake now. It was Thursday and I was in the mood to be smashed back to my senses since I was carelessly allowing crackheads shit on me. I wore black fishnet stockings under a tight black leather skirt, and tucked my long sleeve, high neck black bodysuit under it. I wore black high heel boots and styled my hair into a high ponytail after inserting studs on my earlobe holes. I applied eyeliner on and grabbed my school bag. If I should say so myself, I looke
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We were cutting through the woods, flashing from point A to point B in an unimaginable speed. The animals we passed on the way did not see us coming. Hector stop suddenly making me do the same. I could hear the highway not so far from where we were. Hector's brown wolf sniffed the air and changed directions. When I sniffed the air I smelt another wolf. Emilio.We proceeded with the journey until Hector got tackled halfway by another animal. My first instinct was to murder that thing until I saw who it was.They were not fighting. They were playing. Calm down wolfie, they are just playing. Emilio's light brown and black wolf let go of Hector's dark brown wolf and they had a staring competition. Telepathic communication, I guess. Then Emilio darted and vanished somewhere in the bush, Hector followed then I did. We were heading somewhere unfamiliar but the closer we got the more I could smell a familiar scent.We emerge out of the bush after about 30 minutes of running with Emilio, and
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The moon had been concealed by a thick blanket of inky black eagles. The only source of light were the blinking street lamps, some nereby houses and the few light bulbs switched on in the classrooms. However, those too were fading fast as the army of eagles charged in the direction of the hall.The scene outside was no better than the one inside. Many people were gruesomely injured and cried out for help as they struggled to make it out of the school. The police sirens could be heard from a distance yet I was not too sure if they were coming or not. They must have been held back by the eagles as a barrier was being formed using their large bodies around the school's perimeter. Mabel was blocking me from escaping this place."Hermione!" I turned around and saw Ken carrying a body out the exit. I swallowed hard at the sight and did my best to search for a heart beat. Penetrating through the loud noise around me, I couldn't hear much so I ran to give Ken a hand. It was Duke. He was badl
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I’ve always been a loner. All my life, I thought no one needed to come near me, not even my mother. As much as I wanted her around me all the time, I had to keep her at a distance… mentally and emotionally. I was different. I knew it. it did not take being extremely angry at Ken and hurting him to know… It did not take me running into Hector, or shifting, or kicking my grandmother’s ass, or discovering my mother’s pendant in her forever locked bedroom, or uniting with my father or any of the other weird things that has happened in these past couple of months that I still can’t decipher or explain to anyone without being called delulu. No, none of that.The problem was in my blood. Being pumped from my heart and rushing to cascade down my body. The warm liquid burning under my skin, reminding me that I am still human…. more than human. I could see the difference in my eyes. I could feel it in the palms of my hands. I could’ve ignored this about myself for a very long time howeverI kn
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Refreshments we being served in the hall and the players went out to change. I overheard some students talking about an after party at Chris’ house. Hector went out in a hurry to make a call in the parking lot since the speakers were blasting music from the nineties in the hall. I was standing close to the exit, watching as students rushed in and out of the hall while parents and teachers congratulated each other on the outstanding performance of the team. My eyes scanned the crowd until they settled on Derrick who gave me a smile. I returned it as he walked towards me and handed me a cup with juice in it. My senses were tingling from how sweet in smelt. “Hey. Where is the grumpy one?” He asked. I chuckled at how he referred to my boyfriend as ‘grumpy’. It was no secret any way. My boyfriend was not approachable. “He went out to take a call.” I explained before taking a sip from the cold beverage. “We won.” He exclaimed as if it was my first time hearing it. I chuckled again and no
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The game had started and we were a few minutes late. Nothing much had happened. I got to the bleachers and sat at the lowest seats with Hector. I did not know where Aunt Courtney and Annalise were seated but I wasn’t going to sit with them when my boyfriend was here.“I don’t really understand this game.” Hector chuckled lightly at this revelation. I was not a sport person so this game was foreign to me.“Don’t worry, the reaction of the crowd will tell you what’s going on.” He simply said.I spotted Ken with his number 5 printed at the back of his outfit. I could make out a lot of our school players with my enhanced sight. I could also almost see everything so clearly; like the sweat pouring down the faces of the players… Their facial expressions. The Golden Falcons were dressed in black, white and gold. They looked huge and I was worried because in this game it seemed that weight was an important factor that players could use to their advantage.I pulled out my phone when a notifica
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Ken and I rushed back home to find Aunt Courtney already dressed for the occasion with A blue t-shirt written ‘team Blue River’ and blue skinny jeans with white running shoes. Her fuzzy curls were up in a messy bun and she had a black baseball cap on. Yep, she was definitely ready for this game. “Kenny...” She said with a wide smile. Oh dear… “Quickly, have something to eat then take a long refreshing bath. Your team would want to see you ready and hyped for this match. You are going to win tonight.” I turned from Ken to Courtney then snorted before leaving. “Oh, Hermione… You do the same. We need to fix that hair of yours.” Courtney said. The look she had on her face did not look impressed when she mentioned my hair. I touched my ginger locks thinking there was something on it. I did not see anything wrong with my hair. On the contrary, it was the healthiest it has ever been. Since I started living with Aunt Courtney, I have been exposed expensive hair products that helped my hair
Crescent Reflection Chapter Seventy-Four
“You so annoying, you know that?” I let my grandmother know while running out of breath. Her form inched forward and I was itching to slap her. I did have some fear for her because she was dangerous and unpredictable but I was going to put my fear for her aside and face her one on one. “Hermione! The pendant!” She demanded and I swallowed hard. Her voice was deep and husky, curtesy of the black smelly smoke. I moved away from her while she continued to inch forward. The stench released by the dark clouds was making me very dizzy to the point of losing my sight. I jumped to my feet when I had regained the energy I was stalling for, then pounced for the switch but again I had missed it. Her does one fight smoke? When it grabbed my ankles for the second time I had tried releasing myself from the iron grip but my hands just kept going through the smoke as if it wasn’t being held by anything. “Hermione. Why do you have to be as stubborn as your damn dead mother!” Mabel shrieked. I was th
Crescent Reflection Chapter Seventy-Three
After school, Hector and I hurried back home with Ken. Mabel was closer than ever before and we had a limited number of days left since she decided that she was going to go about looking for the pendant in her own little way without physically being here. We all rushed to my bedroom because right now it felt like the safest place since I recently pulled out another blue rose. We had a few things to do and I was getting more and more anxious. The dead will rise if this does not work out and a lot of innocent lives will be lost. “Hermione?” “Maya?” Ken shook me out of my thoughts and I blinked at the both of them a couple of times to properly focus. “Yeah? I’m fine. You were saying?” “Hellen.” Hector exhaled. He seemed a bit exhausted judging from his tired looking eyes. “We managed to get a hold of someone who knows her. He uncle. He came over and spoke to Emilio, but refused to take her, stating that there was a reason we found and rescued her. She needed to be here fighting Mabel
