In a beautiful room, lined with thick blood red curtains and marble statues, there is a long table. One person reclines on each seat, each looking very uncomfortable, fidgeting in their position. A chubby, stocky man stands off to the side, pouring drinks into teacups, then delivering them to the impatient men.
Silence reigns over them, not even a breath heard. Each man looks like a statue, motionless and unmoving. It's almost like a painting, stillness in the air but violence suspended just beyond. Annoyance and anger flutter at the corner of a slender man's mouth.
"When will he get here?" he finally utters, his voice echoing in the large room. The murmurs begin, each one in agreement. They get bolder and bolder, until they are talking harshly and openly.
Then suddenly there is silence, and the anger subsides. All eyes turn to one place. The sudden commotion begins again, surprise turning to fear.
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~Mona~The grass tickles my toes as I move slightly, sleep releasing its strong hold on me. The warm sunlight bathes my bare skin, my hair lying on the grass. I stagger to my feet, wondering why I am here in the garden.My gaze turns to the fountain, then it all comes back to me in a flash. I blush as I think back to my time with Ray earlier, with the fountain and the statue. Ray's warm embrace was very comforting, of course, but at the same time, it was terrifying. What if Xavier had seen us? What would he have thought?I hate to admit it, but I miss him. I want him to laugh and joke with me like he used to. He's really grown on me, so much so that I almost want a touch, a touch of his fingers. However, he is really impatient. It hasn't even been a month yet, and I've changed my old skin, cured people of their diseases, and had guys flirting with me. Even now, my brain is about to go into overdrive. Why can't it underst
There is a sudden squeak, and I am immediately awakened. My eyes remain closed, but my heart beats faster and faster.I freeze completely, not moving a muscle. The small, almost inaudible noise echoes once more in the room, and I am sure there is an intruder. My nose detects a slightly flowery aroma, full of old age and gray. Alertness rises in my blood, suspicion in my thoughts.I slowly open my eyes, aware of the darkness that surrounds me. It is the darkest of nights, almost as dark as when my eyes were closed. Without a sound, I slide across the floor, my feet making no resounding impact with the ground.I see the silhouette of a small being standing in front of my closet door, rummaging through my clothes. I crawl forward like a snake, sliding across the floor toward my target.Suddenly, fear stiffens the creature, and it dashes for the door. I rush toward it with incredible speed, grabbing its
That's when I realize how bad our situation is."I'm going to get ready." I take a step back and sit on the plump mattress in a daze. Ray seems to sense my hidden dismissal and slips out into the hallway.I set the bag down beside me and look around, looking at my various belongings. What should I bring and what should I leave behind?After a second of thought, I grab my emerald ring from the bedside table. It's not necessary for protection because I have very bright green eyes now, but the fact that he gave it to me makes it definitely worth having in my bag. I would wear it, but it seems to symbolize the good times we have together, and those are times I don't want to remember right now."Mistress," a small, soft voice whispers from the hallway. My head snaps up as I see an unfamiliar Phœnae peering into my room. Her ebony hair is long and wavy, surrounding a heart-shaped face. With large bro
The rain is falling, the cold fogs my vision. The clouds are dark and intimidating, enveloping the world like a thick blanket. A shivering figure is huddled outside, head and arms covered by a thin jacket.Without a moment's more hesitation, I flung open the door, hastily pushing the person inside. I could tell it was a girl, because she was wearing a knee-length dress, rather low-cut and very fashionable."What's your name?" I ask her softly. She doesn't answer, clutching her soaked jacket with long, sharp nails. "Would you like me to take this and wash it?" I gesture to the jacket. She remains silent, unmoving.I move my hand toward the jacket, but she finally speaks, stopping me with her voice. "Where is Xavier?" she asks softly, "I need to see him." All the while, she keeps her head down, as if she's afraid of my gaze. Water trickles down her bare skin, soaking the carpet beneath her feet."Okay,
Our feet pound the dirt in perfect unison, each of us in sync with each other. Danae is next to me, having to take two steps for each, and Ray is on my other side. I can't even see Xavier beyond Ray's form, but I can feel his presence. His enchanting scent always tends to make its way to my nose. It's so strong that it almost makes me lose my step, invoking grief and regret through my blood. I can feel his anger, his frustration hammering at my defenses.I shake him off, focusing on the scene before us. An endless expanse of trees is before me, making me wonder when it will end and I will finally have a clear view of the thundering sky. We move much slower than usual, as Danae and I drag the two werewolves down. I can tell this speed is bothering Ray, a frown adorning his features. He looks both scared and angry, fear in his expression.For some reason, I can't bring myself to possess that same emotion. For how am I supposed to be afraid of
We are now in the second line and my stomach is starting to get butterflies. How do I order my food? Is there some sort of special protocol for something like this? The cash register is a rather cute teenager, who looks incredibly bored and tired. Everyone behind him in the kitchen is acting the same way. I don't want to look like a fool in front of them.I tilt my head toward Danae and whisper, "You go first. I want to see how to order."She glances at me, then lets out a small laugh. "Okay, Mona," she nods, then gently steps in front of me. Xavier and Ray both give me an inquisitive look, but I ignore them, focusing on my teacher as she approaches the cash register.We gave her heels before she left, but even now she can barely reach the counter. The boy has to look down on her and is soon surprised by her beautiful adult face. His eyes widen slightly, then quickly readjust."What do you want?" he
"Once we get our food, we must eat it quickly," Xavier warns, careful not to make eye contact with me, "we cannot wait for the council to find us.""How would they know where to look?" I ask in amazement."All the council members tend to have an excellent sense of smell," Ray says, "if they get an item that has our aroma on it, then they can track us like a pack of bloodhounds. Of course, they can't do that if we're several miles away.""Oh," my eyes widen, "but they'll probably be able to find something! Especially if they take the mansion...my scent has to be on everything I've touched!"Ray looks at me, then examines our surroundings. "It's not safe here," he turns back to us, whispering softly, "we need to find another place to finish our conversation."Xavier follows suit, examining the area. "But where can we go that is completely private?" he expresses his concern.
"Mona.""Mona."A hand shakes my shoulder, waking me with a start. My eyes open, and once again the Light enters my world. "Who is it?" I ask groggily, my face probably reflecting the confusion I feel.When everything solidifies, the first thing I notice is azure hair that is thin and long, each strand glistening like a rainbow. Then a chiseled and incredibly beautiful face appears, followed by green eyes."You need to stand up a little and walk," the man orders, letting go of my shoulder. I sit down wearily, looking at the scene beyond Xavier's head. Once again I am in Xavier's arms, the heat and attraction consuming me almost immediately. The car is gone and we are situated just outside a large building with many windows."W-what? I stammer as he gently places me on the ground. He starts walking and I follow him."We needed to find a place to stay for the n
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