Chapter Five

" Diego, are you even listening to me?" flashback to the vehicle, where Malia's pitch black eyes were staring right at me, purely visible even in the darkness that surrounded us.

" Um, yes, yeah, I am", I stuttered, trying to get those words out of my mouth. She gave me that inquisitive look that assured me that she didn't believe I was listening, but I could totally care less about what she was thinking.

I was basically panicking. Even though the night breeze was cool, I was still sweating. I felt suffocated, technically compacted and encroached in the little space the vehicle provided. I opened the door and came out of the vehicle.

Malia was saying something, asking something, but I couldn't hear her, not to talk of making a meaning out of what she was saying. I paced up and down along the dark road, with my exposed dick dangling from my zipper, moving to the left, to the right and back to the left. I should have been grateful that the street lights were not on and that there was no one in sight but that didn't matter.

Malia came out of the car, still asking her questions which I couldn't hear, not until she grabbed me by the shoulders and shouted " What is the matter?" with a guttural voice, half scaring me to death with her glowing golden eyes, and for a moment my senses came back, but paying more attention to her face made me feel bitter, all I could see was the poor little girl who was screaming ' mummy '.

" What is it? What is the matter with you?" she asked again, trying to jerk off whatever it is that was wrong with me as she shook me violently.

" I have to go", I said, and it sounded more like a plea.

" What is wrong? Talk to me", her glowing golden eyes were gone and I tried to free myself from her grip but I couldn't at first. I wondered if it was the fact that she was so strong or that I was just weak.

I finally left her grip and hurried back into the car, driving off immediately as soon as I turned on the ignition.

" At least zip up your dick!" I heard her scream out as I drove off, but my brain was just too occupied to analyze the data.

I drove into the parking lot, hitting my car bonnet against a wall before realizing that I had to step on the brakes. I walked upstairs absentmindedly, with my dick still protruding from my zipper like a tail in front of me, keeping up with its rhythmic " to the left, to the right and back to the left" movement as I walked.

I wanted to think of something else, but I couldn't. My mind was portraying the zoom-in series of the crying little girl and how shrieked her voice had sounded when she called out ' mummy ' and I just could not help but cry.

I later dozed off to sleep and had a dream of the little girl laughing at me as I approached her, transforming into Malia as I inched closer, only that Malia wasn't her smiley jolly self, she looked at me with a certain feeling of disgust in her eyes, and before I could blink, I saw her holding a beating heart in her bloody hand, devilishly smiling at me as she stood at the feet of the giant crucifix behind the altar. I looked at my chest and saw a hole, and looked back at her in fear as she slowly brought the heart to her mouth and took a bite.

I immediately woke up, panting, opening my eyes and shutting them almost immediately because of the excess sunlight that penetrated through the window blinds.

I was still trying to get my eyes used to the light when my dad walked in on me, stopping halfway with what he was saying immediately he looked at me.

" Oh shit!" I said, trying to cover my still exposed dick with my hands, " dad! How about knocking before walking in?"

He just turned his face around still holding the door handle, " sorry chap, I didn't see anything", I could have sworn that he had a smirk on his face, " just came to tell you that I'll be gone throughout the day and will meet you at the council meeting".

" What? Again?".

" Yes chap, again, so see you later tonight".

I heaved a sign of relief and laid back on the bed, filled with disgusting guilt and unsure of when my body would permit me to stand.

The meeting was so boring - at least it was to me. The agenda was to strategize how to lure the werewolves of the Northcave pack out of their territory, and my father annoyingly did a fine job in explaining how missiles with poisonous gas will be sent into their territory, forcing them out of their safe zone.

" And how do you intend to pull that stunt?" Valeria asked.

" I have a mundane friend in the FBI and using his data, I can lounge into the FBI's control system and send the missiles to the desired coordinate", my father said.

" And how are we to get the coordinate?" he asked again.

" You really do have many questions, don't you?" Valkyrie referred to him, but Valeria was definitely not in the mood to exchange words with him, so he snubbed him, paying attention to my father.

" That is where the youngsters come in", we - the supposed youngsters - gawked at the Maester as he spat those words. Cupping his hands and placing them on the table to relax a bit, he continued," Derek and Diego, the both of you are to locate the pack's territory in the north forest and take note of the coordinate. Patricia..", her eyes lit up when he mentioned her name, and I was sure that she felt nothing short of excitement and enthusiasm, " you are to use the GPS coordinate to create an aerial map of the territory and its environs, every route that leads to anywhere at all. We don't want any one of them escaping through a backdoor".

" Yes Maester", we answered.

" Make sure this is done before the 10th day of this month".

" Yes Maester".

" Donaerys will be able to lounge into the FBI's control system only once, and that will be on the 16th day of the month, when the moon will be absent in the sky", he said to all of us.

The elders nodded and we the amateurs kept saying ' yes Maester ' like soldiers in the barracks.

" To war then", he said and left the table.

Derek and I did as we were instructed and did Patricia, although not without complaining that giving her an indoor function was discriminatory of the Maester, but she did it anyway, and I'm sure she did it happily too.

I wanted to tell Malia about the attack, about our plan, but I couldn't reach her. Their pack never allowed the use of modern technologies like mobile phones and they didn't even have a call center. I was never that pissed off about it, not until now.

But at least I had hope. The attack was scheduled on the 16th day of the month, and our next meeting day was to be on the 12th. So I waited to tell her.

Although I was nervous and scared, and even filled with guilt, my priority was to keep her safe. I wouldn't care if she would be angry about how I ended our last meeting - although I now concede to the fact that I was a total jerk that night - all I knew was that I was going to tell her about the attack and we would figure out a way, a strategy, a backup plan, anything at all.

On that particular 12th night, I got to our spot early and waited for her, and while waiting I dozed off, only to wake up and find out that the time was 4:00 AM in the morning and she still wasn't there.

Fear gripped me immediately, for I knew that something must have happened to her, something bad, and indeed I felt it......