"Oh, you're back," I smile as Wes leads the way to the kitchen, followed by a pack of werewolves. Yi is bed-headed, his disheveled black hair standing straight up. His eyes are bloodshot, as if he just had a bad night's sleep.
"Are you better now?" asks Wes with concern.
"Yes." I gesture toward the dining room just off the kitchen. "Just go sit in there and I'll bring the food in soon."
"You're amazing, Mona," Wes laughs, walking over and wrapping an arm around my waist. I stiffen a little, amazed at how completely different it feels when Xavier touches me. Xavier tends to send sparks of flame through my body, while Wes freezes me like an ice cube. With another carefree smile, he sneaks up and kisses me on the cheek.
I pat him on the arm, slightly angry but still playful. "What are you thinking, trying to steal a kiss from me?" I ask in a teasing tone. But inwardly, I wonder why, exactly, I don't fee
"You don't understand," Wes begins, "having us for a week is the ultimate trophy. Our wives get to brag the whole time they have us. Our appearance is above the ordinary, especially Xavier's crazy hair, and we are famous among Moonlight viewers. We are like what you would call "trophy wives," but we are temporary and also men, of course. ""Trophy men..." I chuckle softly."I don't know what we're going to do without Xavier... it'll be a scandal among the women," Jake shakes his head ruefully, "let's hope none of us mate too."I scan the area for any hint of Ray, then slowly lean in. "Why do women even bid on Ray? He's practically a monster, and so rude to boot!" I whisper, my voice lingering on the wind before it reaches their ears. Wes bursts out laughing, Xavier soon joining in. Jake is the only one who manages to stay calm, answering my question softly."You haven't seen him among the ladies...and he's practically a mirror image of Xavier, minus the hair and a few other details. A
Wandering through the corridors, I suddenly discover the faint figure of a man lingering against the stone wall. He turns, as if waiting for someone, slumping until he is sitting on the floor. There are a few moments of complete and utter stillness, then he rises regally to his feet. The lights suddenly go out, dying against the crushing darkness, as he flips a switch. He stops, then starts walking. Not sure why, I follow him, almost hypnotized by the footsteps echoing in my head.At the end of the corridors, a faint light lingers, intensifying with each fear-filled step. My heart seems to beat even more erratically as we walk, my steps mirroring his. As the light shines on the man, the outline begins to illuminate and I instantly know who it is. He enters the room, deliberately leaving the door wide open, and I enter."Ray," I say softly as the man stands before me."This is the library. Sorry about the lights, by the w
~Xavier~"Do you really think I should?" I ask, looking into Jake's deadly serious eyes."Well, we don't want your fans boycotting the club just because you're no longer here," he answers clearly, "this way you can take care of it yourself.""Fine," I huff, "but you better not be auctioning me off in secret while I'm there. I know you...you'll do anything for a little extra cash." Jake is our moneyman, professional with a wild side. I have no idea why the girls like him. Obviously, they can tell that the green wads of paper in their hands attract him more than them."Don't worry, I'm not inhuman enough to do this... but it's still a good idea. Just imagine! We'd bring you 100,000 bucks for your last bid. They all bid like crazy." Said Jake dreamily, running a hand through his short crystal white hair.Without another word, I storm out of the kitchen, wanting to avoid one of Jake'
"I hate you!" I say angrily, tears flowing profusely. I feel like a mess. Everything is falling apart. I know her movements are normal for a psychic being converted, but I'm still scared. She could still die.I step back beside her as another scream rips through the air, desperately wanting to hold her. Whispers of agony are in the air, enough that I can feel it, just beyond my ability to change the pain. Tears now cover her face like a mask, running down her neck, her cheeks soaked.I wrinkle my nose as his smell turns black, repulsive even. Ray backs away a little too, noticing the skunk stench she now carries.Suddenly, her eyes go glassy and she is completely still. My blood runs cold."You know you killed her," I look steely into her big green eyes, "she's going to disappear forever." I turn away and clutch my head to his heart. Only the faintest whisper of a heartbeat remains.
~Mona~Unknown, boiling blood flows through my veins.This is not the first time I've wished for death, but this time the desire is much, much stronger. Every breath I take allows the frigid air to enter my lungs, freezing my insides and fighting the heat that envelops me. I feel the extreme burn, then the excruciating cold. I am bathed in excruciating agony, every second pure torture.Thinking is impossible, the pain being the only emotion that eats away at my mind.My tears are like little ice pellets, running down my cheeks as I writhe. Once again, an all-too-familiar sense of doom washes over me, penetrating through the fire and ice. I am a lost cause. Death waits once again. Why does it seem to want me so badly?Then a splash of a soothing substance hits my tongue, sliding down my throat like melted chocolate. Any tranquility it brings defeats, exploding in my belly like fir
The werewolf takes me into an embrace, which somehow seems gentler. His crushing embrace doesn't hurt like it sometimes does; only comforts me. Sparks of warmth erupt, and suddenly I feel safer than ever. Is this what a real hug is supposed to feel like...??I unconsciously close my eyes, swept away by his obvious devotion. Usually I would feel angry at his easily displayed desire, but now I don't care.I've almost lost it."Ooh," a teasing voice bursts out behind us, "we're going to watch a love scene." I jump hastily away from him, suddenly aware of how close my face has come to his. My lips burn to be touched, stinging with disappointment at the chance that was lost. Even my body fights me, begging me to give in to my desire. But I must be stronger.Jake laughs at my embarrassment, being able to see through my appearance. "Look," he continues mockingly, "she's blushing." I cover my face with
Long red hair dances in front of her shoulder, straight and not at all frizzy. Her face is a perfect heart shape, with a pair of extremely bright green eyes and full red lips. Her body is slim and much taller than mine, about five inches added to her long, enviously curved legs. She has a bit more chest than me and long arms with slender fingers. Her skin is tanned and smooth.But why is she wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday? And why do I see glaring similarities between me and her; in our eyes, our hair and our faces?I reach out and slowly touch my lips. The strange, breathtaking girl follows suit, mirroring my actions. I smile, and she smiles too, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. Tugging at my hair, I watch her as she copies me, in perfect sync with my movements.Who is that girl behind the glass? She obviously knows what I'm thinking, to be able to copy my movements with such grace. Every move she make
A purple sun is cast over dark, blood-red waters, murmurs of screams still clamoring to leave the horizon. A castle like shadow stretches across the lake, the color of night. True terror is in the air, mixed with fear, pain and longing.A man comes and goes in a dingy room, mumbling words that must not be repeated. Bookcases stretch across every wall, a single door creating the only space. Soft armchairs as soft as silk hang out, and a tiny coffee table sits in the middle of it all. Only one other person is in the room, listening intently to every sentence he spits out after a series of expletives."I can't believe this happened..." the man, face unknown, turns to his companion, "I made a huge mistake.""Everyone makes mistakes," the stocky man with slightly graying hair the size of a dwarf, doesn't even really care about his situation. However, the tall man with the veiled face is very distraught.H
I don't even know when I woke up, but it feels like someone just flipped the switch and freed me from the state I was in. Because the last thing I remember is falling into the pit of death and now I'm sitting in a patch of grass, staring up at the terribly blue sky.Blue sky. It's bright today. Almost too bright for the...Wait. Is it?I feel the grass on my fingertips, the soft rustling breeze tickling my nose. Am I really back in the real world?I jump to my feet, looking around in the forest, hoping to spot another human being. Anyone who can confirm that this is my new reality. I hope... the one I want to see the most.Yes, this is the real world.I shudder, looking both ways in a frantic attempt to find the source of the whisper. It is the same voice that has followed me in my dreams and throughout my quest. "Who are you?" I called. "Show yourself!"Nothing happens at first, then something around me changes in a flash. The air be
"He's still Ray. Trust me. He's just...slightly different. And a lot older than you think. But I have to destroy this jewel and crown to fulfill the prophecy, and Ray said he had to be cast into the chasm of eternal darkness that surrounds us. The Shifters aren't all bad either. You've seen the ones hidden in the forest.Xavier surveys his surroundings, his gaze cold and calculating. "So, what happens to us? You throw it away, the red stone is destroyed...""Well, the Shifters will be able to pass judgment. Werewolves will cease to exist as we know them. I still don't know what that means. Xavier's face crinkles as I speak the words of fate, and his hands leave the crown to wrap around my body."Are you saying that you were essentially going to leave me forever without giving me a chance to say goodbye? After everything I said to you last night? He asks fervently, his breath incredibly close to my ear. I find myself trembling under the threat of indecision.
Murmurs of judgment.The winds howl in the night, but I am not afraid. I am stronger than anything this world has to offer. She gives me strength... and hope.I lean against a tree, bereft of all my energy. Breaths are a commonplace for my species, but I need them... to keep my identity. To exist rather than fade away into the endless haze.There is no blood here. There are no tears or anger, no happiness or laughter. We are only shells, but we still have hope to live. She must come soon, or I will collapse into the emptiness of this world.I know she will send me on my way to deliverance.My eyes flutter and I wake up to the roar of the wind. I wonder why I'm not shaking, then I quickly recognize the warmth of the man right next to me. It's so nice here. I could stay here... forever...I want to say I'm sorry, but I can't form the words.I mean you don't have to do it, but I can't form the words.Be
Ray begins to speak, weaving a story about how the Shifters dragged him into a dungeon and kept him there, feeding him sparingly. I turn away from his story, paying attention only to the werewolves. They look so strong and determined, but beaten and bruised as this world takes its toll. Not a smile is to be found as the pack listens to Ray, and I realize that true joy is long gone. There is relief - that Ray is okay and back in the pack - but also distrust and suspicion. When did we fall apart at the seams, collapsing into the darkness of our fate?Frightened by my own thoughts, my hand unconsciously wraps around Xavier's arm in an attempt to forget. Having the bandage wrapped around our problems and the singularity of predestined purpose so that I don't have to look at it anymore.Probably puzzled by my movement, Xavier gives me a quick glance. His hair grows longer, cascading over his eyes and down his neck. I feel the urge to push it aside, but I hold back as he tur
I stare at the man before me, my fingers tightening on the crown until my fingertips turn white. My knees buckle as a weight as strong as an avalanche hits my shoulders. I can't tell the reality of it, but right now it doesn't seem to matter. In my delirium, I try to form his name with my lips.The man yells something and starts to run towards me. I feel my body slip as the rocky bottom turns into an eternal void. The weight drags me into the abyss, burying my vision in the darkness. I don't have time to think or even breathe, but my descent seems to happen in slow motion, my arms flailing without command or control. And all the while I'm looking through a camera lens, helpless as a glass wall separates me from my body and reality.Until arms encircle my shoulders, taking me up into an unfathomable heat. The familiar smell disarms me and my eyes blink as I begin to realize what's happening. He has returned. He has found me.I had almost forgotten his face and to
"And now fate says I have to try to kill you... and I can't!" He whispers desperately, slowly tilting his head forward and resting in my lap. "Because you deserve to live, just like the Shifters deserve to be sent back until the day of reckoning. They have waited too long."He looks up at me and his eyes flicker between green and red, involuntarily reflecting his will. "Ray...please tell me what will happen if I fulfill the prophecy."There is silence for a minute as he collects himself. Looking at me, he stands up firmly from his position. "The werewolves, the Shifters, and this world will cease to exist as you know it. The Shifters will be able to move on to judgment and will no longer wreak havoc on the outside world. The werewolves... will be without purpose. You will live. I'm sure you will... because you are tangible, unlike the rest of this world."What are you saying?!" I cry, standing up too. I walk over to him and grab his arms. "You're tangible too. Y
It was hard to go back to my realm. When I did, I went straight to my huge crystal ball to see the Earth and learn more about it. I became obsessed, and for hours I scoured the ends of the Earth for any kind of new curiosity that might strike. But at the same time, I did it with a lot of guilt. Because I knew the prophecy. I knew the wishes of fate. And when the framework is laid out, all you can do is build on it and look down, wishing and hoping for the impossible."I knew, but I was watching, watching the world, watching the Shifters swell with sadness, love, pain and fear. Many more went to join the others, drawn by the sweet promises offered by the Earth. As this progressed, I noticed that the Shifters on Earth had changed. They were becoming wild, dissatisfied with the taste of a certain feeling but wanted it all. Those who stayed in our realm began to be more satisfied with their portions than those who left, staying full for longer periods of time. The Shifters on Ear
"This castle is ancient anyway," Ray says, completely ignoring my question. Looking straight ahead, he walks toward a pair of doors and then stops.I almost ask him why he's being so evasive, but the sight before my eyes prevents me from doing so. Speechless, I examine the narrow hallway, with gold-encrusted stone walls and floors covered with a luxurious blood-red carpet. At the end of the hallway is a magnificent set of doors, engraved with many strange designs."What is this..." I murmur in wonder, staring at the carpet and shaking my foot in it. My feet seem to sink into its luxurious depths as I imagine myself falling on it and flying off."This is the most sacred area of the castle. Everything in this world comes from this room." He grabs the handles but keeps them closed, turning to me."How could this-""You'll see. Just take a look. Ray smiles, his eyes softening as we look at each other. He continues to stare at me for a moment, I almost
The crackling of a fire is the first thing I notice when my eyes open. The faint aroma of cinnamon wafts through the room, though tainted by a heavy premonition that I can't quite shake, though I can't quite remember why this mysterious feeling exists.I blink once, twice, trying to consolidate the swirl of colors into something more closely resembling solid objects. Just to convince myself that I'm not crazy, I bang my head against the floor, then roll awkwardly onto my back."Ouch, that must have hurt," a small, muffled laugh erupts as my vision fixes on long strands of brown hair hanging around my face. Still a little dazed, I let my hand brush the hair, then finally a firm chin, tracing her jaw and neck. As if just realizing my actions, I dropped my arm and my mouth opened as I finally registered who the person was that was leaning precariously over me."Ray?" I asked, my hand reflexively moving up to touch his cheek."After passing out when I saw mys