Anger. I felt the urge to retaliate, to split his whole body into two. But just then, I remembered that would be the dumbest thing to do right here in the open. Charlie says not to ever get noticed. He'd said "not everybody loves to have werewolves lurking around the neighborhood"
"Patrick! What is wrong with you?!"
I heard boots urgently skating towards me and a second later, she's kneeling before me and grabbing my arm. I'm forced to look up at her but all I see is her hairs as she's turning towards scumbag and saying "do you always have to do this Patrick?"
"Get away from there, kitty" he yelled.
"No! You get away from me, okay?" She snapped. She pulled at my arm and I let her lift me off the floor.
She starts pulling at my arm and dragging me towards a store.
The moment we stepped into the dimly lit room, I smelled the reeking odor of native medicines all over the room. Even though I wasn't hurt at all, I let her lead me to a booth around the corner of the packed room.
Heads snapped towards us the moment we walked in, the bell tied to the door jingling to announce our presence.
"I'll be back," she said after helping me sit on the chair. She turns around immediately, hurrying away and I watched her. She was impossible not to watch. I watched as she walked towards the counter up front and as she went and I watched, everything suddenly seemed to be happening in slow motion.
My eyes moved to her brown boots as her legs moved in slow motion, up to the long and moderately slim exposed legs which shone under the room's dim lighting. My eyes continued its journey up her legs and up her lower thighs which were on full display, running down her mini yellow dress. Her hair flew around her as she went, stopping just before the counter, the lady behind it smiling at her.
'excuse me?' i heard her say to the counter lady 'can I please get an ice?'
The woman smiles with a nod and turns away to get her the ice. I forced my gaze down the moment she turns around to see me again.
And my heart actually beat way faster because I thought she'd caught me staring at her. I decided fixing my gaze on this damn old table in front of me would be the best thing to do as I started hearing her walk towards me. I felt her press the ice against my chin where the douchebag had hit me earlier. I looked up immediately to find her eyes perched on mine. Her oval eyes had the deepest shades of Auburn, encased with Toffee outer casing shades. I could suddenly see the different shades of brown her eyes were made of. They were the most beautiful pair of eyes I'd ever set my eyes on and I just couldn't tear my gaze away. But despite all the beauty in them, I saw fear.
I forced my eyes from her and took the ice from her, my hand grazing hers as I did for a split second "I got it" I told her.
"I'm so sorry about Patrick," her voice fidgeted "he can be......like that most of the time"
Something about how she talked like she was unsure of her words made me smile secretly.
"You two seemed to know each other," I told her boldly "he your boyfriend?"
"Well," she said uneasily and I got my answer immediately "technically, but......I mean, I'm sorry okay?"
"It's alright, really. See?"I take the ice from my face "I'm okay"
She smiles for a moment. I watched, fascinated about how her doe eyes went into a line as she smiled, like a snail coiling back into its shell, her thick lashes overcasting her face. It was the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. And it happened right in front of me. I took a moment to watch her, to see her. Her bottom-heavy heart-shaped lips are a bright shade of pink, soft and succulent. They moved in the most sensual way, revealing her perfectly white teeth.
"I'm glad you're okay" she finally replied.
I continued to stare at her, not minding that I was being a complete creep to a strange woman I'd just met off the streets. I would probably scare her away by the time I'm done staring at her exquisite beauty.
She had an elfin fair face, her nose pointed and slim, her lashes full and thick, giving her cheeks a shadowy reflection from the dimness of the room's lightening. Her dark hairs Cascade her chest and back, giving her Petit body a spark. My eyes moved down to her chest and suddenly, I could hear her heartbeat slowly but loudly like she was scared and excited about something. I could picture her heart as it beat continuously, the blood in her system running and vibrating throughout her neckline, setting off a hunger inside me. I was suddenly thirsty.
"Your heart is beating fast", "I told her, my eyes not leaving hers "why?"
She blinks hard, her perfectly oval eyes staring blankly at me. "Are you scared?" I pressed.
"How'd you know that?" she asks, traces of amusement in her voice.
"I was just...., "I shrug my shoulders "... asking"
She flashes her perfectly white teeth at me in the most mesmerizing grin I'd ever seen and I found myself staring harder at her lips.
"Alright," she said, leaning over the table now "well you might wanna stay away from that guy outside"
"You mean I should stay away from your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, technically" she replied, her smile disappearing behind her eyes.
"I'll just heed your advice then" I replied, giving her a liplined smile.
She smiles down at me again. She had the most beautiful doe eyes, I'll never get over that. We locked eyes for what felt like ages before she broke the building silence.
"I'm Alessia" she points her hand out to me "My friends call me Leesha"
I stared back, my smile seeming to be frozen and it felt like the time suddenly waited. Waited for me to take that hand into mine and hold on to it.
"That's a really beautiful name, "I replied as I took her hand in mine, amazed by its softness and warmness "I'm Collin. I can call you Leesha right?"
She doesn't reply and all I could hear was the thoughts in her mind. She was contemplating whether to say yes or no. It caused me to smile. In the end, I'm still some stranger to her anyway.
"Sure" she replies "you're new here right?"
"How did you know that?" I slowly let go of her hand.
"Trust me I know practically everyone around here. Especially around this quarter and your face isn't one I've seen around. I can swear I've never seen you before. Plus, you didn't know Patrick. Everyone knows him"
"Well, your boyfriend is quite the popular one, isn't he? And You're right, I did just move here today. "
She smiles "Well, Collin, It's nice to meet you"
"Same goes for me, Leesha. You should go and not worry about me. Your friends are probably waiting"
"They're gone. Patrick knows I'm not coming with him"
"Why is that?"
"Are you seriously asking me?" she throws me another smile.
"Yeah, "I replied, "I hate to be a reason why......"
"Don't," she holds her hand up to me "I can go home alone"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to....."
"No it's okay" she replied firmly, her eyes moving over my chest before looking back at my face and pointing to my chest again "where'd you get that?"
I look down at the antique circular ball connected to the golden necklace around my neck, draping down my chest. It consisted of a series of metal strings, bounded in interlocks to form a ball. In real sense, it was a cage housing a golden stone in the middle of it. It was a gift from my mother.
Looking up at her, I replied "I got it from someone as a gift"
Her voice catches mine immediately "it's beautiful"
"Thanks."
"Okay. But you've got to be careful with that though," she points to the necklace "rubbery is way out of hand here and that necklace seems priceless."
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind" I gave her a reassuring smile.
She nods "I'm running late. I better go home" she stands up straight.
"But it's barely 10"
"I know, trust me" she replied uneasily "I'll see you again...." She turns around and I watched her walk out of the store.
I hurried out after her. She has made a cross towards the other side of the road and is now standing for a cab. I crossed to her and walked up from behind, causing her to jump in fear.
"God, Collin you scared me" she breathes hard. There was just something about how she breathed.....
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you go home safely"
She smiles tenderly "thanks."
Just then, a cab stops before us and she turned back to wave at me before entering the back seat, me shutting the car door after her. I watched till the car disappeared from sight.
And I couldn't stop chanting her name in my head.
Alessia.....
Alessia.Stepping out from the black cab that pulled up right in front of the fountain before my lawn, I couldn't help the feelings inside of me. I felt strange all of a sudden and I felt goosebumps ripple through my exposed legs. The night felt crispy cold. Tonight had been a disaster. Again.Watching the enormous mansion I lived in as I walked up the long, wide steps, I couldn't help feel that same feeling I always felt on my birthdays. Loneliness. I shared a huge mansion with an extended family yet it always feels so lonely. Maybe it's because I live with my mother's family and not with my birth father's.My mother, Miranda Winters divorced my birth father eight years ago. I'd never seen him ever since. She remarried Phil afterwards and he moved in here. My mother was a strong and fearless woman and it was hard to live with her as I grew older but I don't exactly have any choice or any say in my life. The people around me pretty much run my life for me. My mom who irrevocably tell
Alessia.The Winters were known for over centuries before my existence of its strict principles. We were known as the werewolf hunters. While my great great great grandfather invented the wolf hunting system decades ago and termed himself the wolf slayer, he had left his empire in the hands of sons after sons, daughters after daughters.My grandfather, Gregory Winters had left most of the family traditions to my mother who happened to be his first child and his succeeding heir. My mother was a strong woman and obviously the apple of her father's eye. While Gregory had retired from most of his work, now staying up in Denver, completely trusting this whole thing to his children, it's only right to think he's living the dream.My mother, being the first child and irrespective of gender had inherited her father's hunting empire, taking over many of his positions. My grandfather had built this mansion and it had remained a safe den for the extended family. Even when the daughters gets marr
Collin.For a hundred years I've lived with the same memory of the same event. When I close my eyes, it's the same set of eyes. When I open to listening, it's the same high-pitched voice I hear.Moving to places whenever people started to catch on about our secrets was a thing that I always hated. But here in Fox, things suddenly seem so different. It's hard to ignore the voice inside my head that keeps whispering to me, telling me that our run is over, telling me that there's much more to find and love here, telling me my answers are all here. New Orleans had been a special place to be at and I'd stayed there for over many years before leaving for Tokyo. Being a werewolf, we always had to be on the low, hiding from our shadows, hiding from the events of the past that haunted us, hiding from mistakes that is a constant reminder that being a werewolf isn't a blessing, it's a curse. During your long lifeline, where always and forever is inevitable to you, you realize that's just punish
I sat behind the desk, peering into the computer in front. Alessia. The name remained a constant reminder of something, something that kept popping up in my head. And I just knew I had to meet her again. I didn't care what I had to do.I went on Facebook, trying to get to know more about her. Of course, when I typed Alessia, asides getting the spelling wrong severally, I got several people with the same name. It was frustrating. Just when I thought of giving up the search, Alessia Winters pops up in front of the screen. And I knew it had to be her instantly.Alessia Winters.I clicked on her profile and alas, the image of this woman on the displayed picture. She had her brown hairs in a ponytail, her shirt bearing the design of horizontal black and white strips, its ends tucking into a pale blue jeans rim. She has a smile on her perfectly pink lips, her eyes seeming much smaller as she smiled into the camera. At the corner end of her lip was a deepening point, like a little dimple. S
»»»Flashback«««He knew he couldn't make it, he felt his limbs go weaker and number, he felt his heart ponder within the walls of his chest, couldn't recognize his own breathing. But he ran anyway.The leaves in the woods slapped his face and bare arms as he continued to run, trying every possible way to meet the pace of his mother who ran ahead, her hand almost glued to his as she lead them through the bushes.The darkness always terrified him but he had no time to think about how dark the woods looked nor how much pain his feet were experiencing. He hadn't had the time to put on his shoes when his mother pulled him out of the house.But it's been forever since they started running. He didn't think the bad guys were still coming after them. But his mother won't stop running. He wanted to tell her to stop, to tell her he's tired but he could barely catch his breath.Suddenly, he could see through the trees from each sides as they continued to run. He could see the figures
"Why are we driving this bus to school again?" I asked again."Because, Collin, we can't go running off to school everyday with our super running abilities" Seth replied, earning a nod from Rodger."Okay, okay. Fine!. Whatever. " I replied."Now, " Rodger pounced on me, his hand falling over my shoulder and tucking me against him "tell me about today at school"I flipped him off my shoulder and made a super run into the house. The instant I appeared inside the sitting room, I came across Ester who had a bowl in her hands, apparently on her way to the kitchen."Wow!" she stops on track to steady the bowl on her hand. "Watch it Collin.""I'm sorry" I apologized, trying to find a stool to help myself with.Since moving to this place a couple of weeks ago, I've never really had a conversation with Ester. She knew I was completely against moving here in the first place and she wasn't aware that I actually started settling here. And that I met someone. Not that Alessia was someone I wanted
Alessia.How stupid right? How stupid that I smile foolishly at the thought of this new guy, Collin. The instant we parted ways in school, he was all I thought about throughout the day. There's just something about him. He's strange yet so...... loveable. We've only known each other for a whole day but I think about him like we've known each other for so long.There is something about him. Something spooky, especially when I look at his eyes. The way he stares at me, the way he speaks so flirtatiously, the way he knows what to say. It's like he could read my fucking mind and know exactly what I wanna say.Walking him through the school had been a lot more fun than I'd expected and when I had to leave, it kinda stung a bit. And now I'm back home looking forward to seeing him tomorrow.But I couldn't completely ignore this eerie feeling I have about him. Sure, he's super handsome and cute, loveable, just what every young girl would want in a guy but.....yeah, there's always a but. He sa
I quickly took a shower and dressed up in a yellow stripped white tank top and a faded blue pegged jeans. For the past months, I've been having trouble getting into my skinny jeans. I always manage to pull them up my thighs and then they stop right below my butt area. The wider ones fits after I've done a series of jumping for them to go over my butt but I can't do that anymore. The size of my butt has been increasing rapidly for the past months and I've developed a likeness for my other jeans like the mom jeans, boyfriend jeans and pegged jeans. They're easier for me to wear even though they still pretty much accentuated my butt size and hips curves. Not that I didn't enjoy the feeling though.I pulled my hair back into a low ponytail and grabbed my bag. I walked down the stairs to meet Patrick. He walks us out after bidding my mom goodbye before we got into his car and he drove out.I remained silent and looked straight to the road at the front as he drove out of our property and in
Author's POVThe room appeared tensed due to the awkward silence, none of them could bring themselves to speak. Charlie exhaled loudly, finally finding it in him to make a sound. He had received a call from Brenda asking him to come with Ester to the house. However, they had arrived and met about three unfamiliar people. Charlie couldn't tell if they were werewolves or humans. They could be any of the two, he would argue more human because there was no traces of the wolf scent in them. Only if they had mask it well enough. Neither Brenda or Damien had come down to attend to them yet and it was making Charlie feel impatient. Ester noticed her husband discomfort, she placed a hand on his knee to help him relax. "What's wrong?" She inquired. He gulped, "I don't know. I don't feel too good about coming here, what do you think is going on? It's too unnaturally quiet in here." "Just relax. It's not like there is anything to be worried about when it comes to Tephanie's parents. We have
Author's POVCarla hissed loudly into the receiver, she hated it when Brian tries his hardest to give her an excuse. She had heard Ryan talking about Tom found dead and she wanted to know of everything that the frat had discussed. But Brian wasn't divulging any information. "You wouldn't like what I would do to you Brian if I find out you have been fooling me. I hate being toyed with and you know. I guess there is no need for me to try explaining myself to you. What happened during your meeting?" Brian exhaled loudly on the other line, "don't talk to me like I am one of your son's friend or someone you feed. I am none of the two, so when I tell you what actually is the situation of things you learn to take it as it is. He is suspecting me already and you know how brutal he can be." "Brian, don't mess with me. Try your best to find out whatever it is Ryan might be planning. And I need every information tonight itself. Also, don't forget to let me know when the next heist would be ca
Author's POVRyan's eyes almost jutted out their sockets when he saw Tom lifeless on the floor. He had thought it was a joke when he had gotten a call from the frat to inform him of Tom's death. It seem so surreal. "You did this to cover for you and your family right?" Brian was the first to flare up, his usual way of acting. Jordan cut him a glare, "don't say something you might regret Brian. Ryan how did this happen?"Staring in disbelief, Ryan chuckled. "You all must really think I am this stupid. Why would I do this? It's obvious there is someone among us who is doing all of this and trying to pin it on me. And I can tell who is trying to mess around with me." Brian's heart thumped at that, he feared Ryan might have found out about his constant meeting with his wife. His palm became sweaty when Ryan's eyes lingered on him. "Don't give me that look." He muttered hurriedly. "Why? Are you the one making things up?" Ryan retorted. "Does one make death up?" Brian threw back at him
Collin's POVI could sense the discomfort in Patrick's voice, something was wrong and he wasn't doing much of a good job in hiding it. We were all seated at the school cafeteria for lunch, everyone chatting away. Ariel didn't seen to notice him because of the juicy gossip she was having with the rest of the girls. I noticed our table isn't exactly complete, Allen and Ashley aren't with us. My head seem to be completely filled with different thoughts, and I can't deny that I don't feel like having any form of long discussion. Alessia understood this and gave me my space, it was much more enjoyable watching her have fun and not necessarily involving my take. I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder, glancing at the direction of the touch. Patrick motioned with his head for me to come with him. I kissed Alessia hurriedly on the cheek, before going with him. "I see I am not the only one in a deep thought." He chuckled as we walked towards the schools football pitch. I shrugged, "sometimes t
Author's POVCarla loved her disguise, the use of the hooded red dress she had bought unintentionally years ago finally came in handy when she needed it the most. Coupled with the round glasses and heavy red lipstick on her lips, she could be mistaken for someone else. It's quite a hard task outsmarting someone who is watching ones every move. But she wouldn't let that deter her, she had reserved a sit in the most busiest restaurant in fox city. And the location seem perfect because; none of those who have the high probability of recognizing her would never be found in such place.When she got to the private booth she had on reserve, Brian was already seated with his head down sipping on his drink like a just released convict. He blinked rapidly when he saw her. "Welcome, Carla." He stuttered. She rolled her eyes, sitting down with a huff. "I need you to give me a full update to whatever the message you sent me was about."On her way back to the house she had received a text from B
Author's POVRyan watched in anger as the few members of the frat stood in the hallway of his home supervising the installation of cameras and recorders in the rooms. They had chosen to come at the exact time Carla and Patrick had left the house. Almost like they were spying on the family's move. When the men hired for the job left everyone of them had an access to the installments to ensure whoever hears or sees anything suspicious will let the others know. Jordan was the first to speak. "Everything is all set now Ryan. It's up to you to do exactly as you are told now without doing otherwise. If something is to change we have to take the bull by it's horns." He saidBrian snickered, "there is no need to trust him with it, we would have to stay behind to be sure he does what is expected of him."Ryan clenched and unclenched his fist, he would really have to rethink that thing called selfcontrol and punch the guts out of Brian. "You won't come around to disrupt my home and still exp
Alessia's POVThe music blasted in my eyes as I shot the arrows hitting it's target like I was on some sort of cruise. It made me feel calmer and happy. I should really do this more, my shooting isn't all that bad. I have just been too lazy to practice. "Wow, what are you on woman?" Allen sat next to me, as I rested with my arms stretched out on the grass. I snickered sitting up, "do you always have to comment on everything?" He shrugged, "I can't just help but notice, don't crucify me." I laughed, "what exactly have you don't this morning?" "Ran ten laps around the field. Caught my breath about a hundred times and now I feel like the most fit person in the entire universe." "You crazy being. When would you act your age?" I couldn't hold back the loud laugh. He joined in still resting on the grass, letting out a loud sigh when he caught his breath. "I am trying to take one step at a time." "What's the matter?" "Nothing." He said hurriedly"You are lying. That was too quick!"
Author's POV"He is sensitive, you should have been more careful with him." Charlie said looking displeased. Himself and wife with Brenda and Damien were sitted in the latter's study after excusing themselves from the dining table.Brenda shrugged maintaining her stand next to her sitted husband. "You can't blame me. There has to be a way to point this things out to him just in time. We never know when trouble will knock and from the look of things this evil doers are getting closer." "Maybe we were too harsh on him, honey." Damien admitted, "he is just a child that has endured so much in his life. We could have been more patient." "Patient you say?" Brenda retorted, "my child's life and future is also at stake here. Don't you think it has me worried.""By all means I feel the same way too." Ester flared. "You are so concerned about your own daughter, you intend to put my own son in a fix and have him doubt himself. So you know hard the nightmares are on him? He passes out when the
Collin's POVI can't seem to understand this sort of dinner where the hosts pry into your life and discuss it so openly like they know you closely. Why Tephanie's parents would question me like I was the one dating their daughter, seem to surpass my knowledge. To cap it all my parents sat down saying nothing, there was no doubt one of them had exposed me to Tephanie's parents. Charlie it might be, because he kept talking about how they were leaders of the watch and how important they are. Not to forget their protective body would help us last longer in the fox city.I hate being at people's mercy and most importantly people meddling into my personal life. I kicked at the grass angrily. My eyes scanning the car outside the gate, Tephanie's compound was filled to the brim with different type of cars. Its almost like a silent message to visitors not to bother driving in.If that wasn't the case, one member or two of the family is obsessed with their car collection. They have the most we