Me, myself and my sister

I heaved for air as I tried to register the sight before my eyes, my hands were trembling on my sides as I looked at Seth’s bloody face with pure horror painted on my face. It seemed like his nose was broken and a couple of teeth were facing the wrong direction.

Crimson-red liquid dripped from his lips and nose. I almost gagged.

I couldn’t even tell if he was alive.

I looked at the person who threw the punch from my position on the floor.

I was seated with tears staining my cheeks looking at him wide-eyed. His silhouette was lit up and dimmed by the disco lights consecutively. 

From what I could see, he had black hair which was highlighted by the lights, curtains with an undercut, so black like a midnight sky, and the most beautiful bright blue eyes like a clear summer sky reflecting on an azure sapphire stone, smooth toned skin, the rest was covered by a black mask.

His eyes were so meticulous, like a painting by an old master.

A muscle shirt sculpted his biceps and abs perfectly. His body was chiseled to perfection and beautiful, like the sculptings of the ancient greek, everything on him was amazing. His waist was narrow, shoulders broad, legs long and thick and his general structure was godly.

I was mesmerized by the sight of him. Even his aura was astounding. It was the authoritative aura that made you not want to look away in fear but to look in awe at the same time. His aura demanded attention and gave commands without words.

He was to some extent, like a king.

He leered over me. His deep blue eyes scanned my form before he raised an eyebrow.

He stretched an arm out to me. I took it hesitantly but immediately our hands touched, and I saw electric sparks. I swear I saw that shit. I felt them go through my skin and send pleasure all over my body. I also noticed his wonderful forest scent like a wolf. He was a werewolf too.

He led me out of the place and to the back of the club.

Usually, I would run and avoid any werewolf I met but there was something about his scent I was strongly attracted to. It made something rise in my stomach, something…animalistic. I don’t know if it’s because of my body’s reaction to our close proximity or the fact that we're looking straight into each other's eyes but I think this is the kind of attraction between…lovers.

My mouth was watering for his scent, my knees were weak to his gaze, and my skin was sensitive to his warmth. I felt like somehow, I found a part of me. My heart was leaping and jumping around in my ribcage.

"My mate." my reasoning shut down the second I heard the depth of his angelic voice. It sounded like an echo in a wide cave. It sounded so mellifluous. It sounded so strong and authoritative yet smooth and calming. It sounded like a heavenly hymn.

In the dim security light above us, I could see a highlight of his features. He had beautiful long eyelashes resting below thick eyebrows with a sharp arch.

He gently placed his hand on my cheek maintaining eye contact as he studied my face.

At this moment, my brain decided to reboot and bring me back to reality. I didn't know what was going on. Why did I let this man bring me out to the back of the club, I’m confused.

Currently, both of my hands were enveloped by his and it felt so good. The warmth felt foreign.

he called me his mate. Is he a child or something, mates don’t exist, aren’t they some fictional werewolf bullshit?

I removed my hands from his and my legs decided to back up from him.

“Look, I don’t know who you are or whatever but thanks back there, I’ll be leaving now.”

I waved at him and he remained there with eyes fixed on me until I turned my back and went back into the club weaving myself through the crowd of people dancing and doing all sorts of things as my head filtered out all the loud music pouring out from the speakers using my thoughts piling up in my head. I could sense him following me by the intensity of his scent.

Shit, how do I slide out this time?

I went away from the dance floor and sat at the bartender’s table but he was still attending to some customers so I tried to hide my face as much as possible so he doesn’t spot me. I liked sitting here after my performance, there was less music.

"Why are you running away?"

I jumped at the sudden voice behind me and immediately knew it was him.

Where is a secret getaway when you need it?

I turned to face him on the barstool and put on a smile.

“I’m sorry sir, but I’m already done for tonight, maybe next week.”

I was hoping he’d acknowledge that and leave but instead he let out a grunt of disapproval.

“You’re coming with me tonight.” He didn’t say it in a way that meant he wanted to sleep with me it was more like he was threatening me to not do otherwise.

 I need to get the fuck out of here, I’m not sure what this guy’s motives are and I’m not curious enough to find out.

"Leave me alone," I said straight forward as my face turned dark and my heart failed to stop pounding in my rib cage. He took a step closer to me leaving no less than two feet between us. His close proximity was making it harder for me to use logic in this situation.

He had a look of irritation in his eyes and his scent.

 " No," He tilted his head looking at me like I was crazy and I was getting irritated as well.

I didn't want anything to do with him. “Leave me the fuck alone or else I’ll call security,"

I don’t want to lie to myself. The only reason I’m suddenly scared of him is that he made me feel strange and let my guard down without saying a word.

 A group of what seemed to be three security guards came asking him to leave the place for inflicting injury on Seth earlier and I was lowkey relieved. He gave me one more glance before accepting to leave.

 I took this as my chance to escape. I walked to the office through the door that I forgot was just beside me and gave my boss her share of the money I made since my shift was ending in a few minutes.

I scurried out of there after changing into my jumpsuit and removing my makeup, wig, and contact lenses. I prefer to jog back home after work.

 Today I lost something else in addition to my dignity, didn’t I? I have no idea what to do. My heart can’t stop beating fast and it’s like I only thirst for his touch

I never wanted this day to come ever. It haunted me that one day, I would be vulnerable to someone but what haunted me most was the fact that I would have to share my misery with someone who possibly wouldn't have a solution.

Plus, he’s a werewolf, so he must know I’m a werewolf too. Maybe he wasn’t crazy, do mates exist? I can’t tell since I didn’t grow up with werewolves.

I fear that I’ll have to sacrifice part of myself for someone and I would have to abandon my current life that I’ve spent years building.

I know there are people out there who are hopelessly romantic and are waiting for some love story out of a movie or a novel to happen in their lives but I don’t find myself in need of anything like that.

I want to live my miserable life without dragging anyone else into it. I don't want to make it someone else's burden to hold nonetheless, I don’t want someone – potentially a human- to know I’m a werewolf. I know that I can solve all my problems on my own because I’ve already come so far.

My mother always told me not to half my problems, but to solve them myself. Because after all, they say a problem shared is a problem halved and I wouldn't want that for him, whoever he is, I want nothing to do with him plus he’s also rude and commanding.

He just told me to go to his place with him as if I’m some sort of pet, how rude.

I walked into an alley to first catch my breath. I sat down beside a trash can and cupped my face with my hands, I felt tears pricking out of my eyes.

 Why the heck was I crying? I have no idea but it’s like whenever I spend too much time thinking, I end up in tears.

Suddenly, I heard something move in the darkness and a streak of fear ran through my spine. I looked at it intensely. There was no motion at all but I was sure as fuck something was looking straight at me.

Wait, is my life turning into a horror or romance story maybe even tragedy since it's already in that genre?

 "Sierra, we're coming." I heard a hoarse whisper out of the shadows and immediately ran out of the alley. Once again, my heart was on my feet. I didn’t care if nothing was chasing me, I just wanted to get as far away as possible from that place. Demon! That’s a fuckin demon.

 I ran as first as I could in the crowded streets of the city. Nothing was chasing me but I was running anyway. I reached a safe distance and started to walk again. I looked behind me and saw nothing but a crowd behind me. I hope that was just my imagination or maybe schizophrenia because I’m not willing to accept that as reality.

Looking back at the road ahead, I started to jog back to the hotel. 

I arrived at the hotel. It was a luxury hotel. I strutted through the front doors swallowed by its warmth and its welcoming homely scent with a tinge of vanilla.

I first greeted Dan, at the doorman desk before heading to my apartment on the top floor. Usually, there are four apartments on each floor but the topmost floor has two.

 I checked on  Courtney first and she was sound asleep as usual. I headed to my room with my backpack and decided to count how much money I had made today. I must’ve exceeded at least 1000, right?

It totaled up to 1006 dollars, that's pretty low for what I saw today, maybe I overestimated. I will cash it in tomorrow. I put it in a safe in my closet with 7 sacks full of money that I made throughout the week.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned off the remains of makeup that stained my face. I looked in the mirror trying to recognize myself for the person I've become but just like every day, I came to the same conclusion.

She didn't exist anymore.

I sighed then took a warm bath, did my skincare routine, and finally went to bed. I didn't sleep right away because my head drown in thoughts about him, that jerk. Why was he wearing a black mask? Why should I care anyway? I hope I never see him again.

My mate…