Were you ever told those stories? You know the ones that were meant to scare you at night when you were kids? To make or prevent you from doing something? I bet one of the stories you were told the most was of Skinwalkers that would kidnap and kill those of you that would do bad things. I was told the exact same stories about Weretigers, Werebears, Werewolves, etc. I of course never really believed it until the day my family was killed. I of course didn't see them as bad; I saw them as my rescuers from my family. Because sometimes family will hurt you more than the people in the stories you are told. My family never found out I betrayed them, until the day they died. Since 100 years ago, I've lived on my own, hiding in the woods. The world changing, both good and bad.
I stood at the edge of the woods, watching the teenagers leave the school, before I noticed the young group of tigers, walking my way. They all grinned when they saw me. After all the hugs and treats I received, we began the hour walk through the woods. The young men didn't like the bus; I never understood the reason why. They were telling me about this big project coming up that counted as part of their final grade, and that they all had been grouped together. They had to learn about a species that wasn't a Weretiger. History and Biology together, that was new. Before I knew it we had arrived at the edge of the woods on a street surrounded by the woods. A group of men ran over worried.
"Didn't your teacher tell you to take the bus or get a ride back? Hunters were seen in the forest early this morning." One growled, looking pissed.
I lost interest in the conversation as I smelled Hogweed, I could tell the Weretigers were getting lethargic.
"Gamma, we can't mind link anyone." One of the other men coughed.
This was bad, I let out a growl nudging the men. Though Skinwalkers were the enemies of everyone, I was not going to be like my people. I was going to protect those who needed it. When they wouldn't move, I shifted into my human form, slipping on the sweatshirt that was tossed at me.
"We need to leave now, I will deal with my people, if they follow us." I told them, as I glanced back. The Skinwalkers weren't here yet, but they would be soon.
"Who are you?" The Gamma asked, with shock and confusion.
"Beau Oaklee, the girl who betrayed her family." I replied, before I began pushing them again.
They did their best to run, despite the hogweed in their system. We stopped when the Skinwalkers appeared surrounding us. We were in the middle of the street surrounded by houses, that had worried men, women, and children looking out the windows. With a flick of my wrist curtains and blinds were closed.
"I really hate having to do this," I said, before I took my pelt out of the backpack of Ian, one of the teens.
"You let an enemy touch your pelt?" One of the Skinwalkers growled.
"I trust them, with my life." I snarled, as my magic burned the sweatshirt off.
I put my pelt on and shifted not into my full dog form. I looked back at the teens, before I attacked the one nearest to me. I had managed to rip out his throat, even as the others began to tear into me. I kept fighting though I was hurt, I was healing fast, it was a perk of being a female Skinwalker. Blood, fur it was all a blur, as I chased after the last Skinwalker of the group. I shifted back into my human form, and I jumped onto the Skinwalkers back, ripping his head off, as a pissed and angry howl left me. He had killed his family, his mate. I fell to my knees, not caring of the blood. I ripped his heart out and looked down at the pavement. Magic turned my veins black, as I bowed to the ground, holding the heart close to my own. I could hear gasps and whispers, the sound of a car door slamming shut and shouts.
"May misfortune and pain fall upon the evil of their bloodlines," I muttered, before I sat up lifting the heart to the sky. "Forgive me for breaking my oath." Then I bit into the heart, not caring for the blood running down my skin.
When I was finished, I closed my eyes.
"Oak Tree." I heard Ian and the other teenagers shout.
I snapped my eyes open to see them, now standing in front of me, with the Gamma, and three others.
"Did I ever tell you how much I hate that nickname?" I asked with a weak smile.
"We can come up with a new one," David said, with a laugh.
"No, I like Oak Tree. You guys can still call me that." I whispered, as I slipped on Davids sweatshirt. "I am sorry you all had to see me like this."
"What was that thing you did bowing to the ground?" One of the new men asked.
"Old ritual that most don't do anymore. We do it before eating any hearts of any kind, including candy ones."
We held hearts sacred, both ones we eat and the ones we don't. I only ever lost one heart that I held sacred. My mates heart. It was either his heart or the hearts of the innocents he was going to kill. So, I killed him, but these tigers didn't need to know it yet.
To say I was surprised that I wasn't put in a cell for what I was, was an understatement. I was surprised and embarrassed. The Skinwalkers I fought ended up using their venom at some point when we fought, so I wasn't healing as fast. The Gamma's mate had to help me wash myself, since I could barely move without feeling sharp shooting pain. Skinwalker venom was dangerous and could cause a lot of pain, but if used in the right way could be used as a pain reliever, or paralytic agent or if mixed properly could be used as ananesthetic, or heat suppressant."Beau, we're going to be downstairs in the kitchen." Elia, the Gamma's mate spoke from behind the bathroom door. "Do you remember where that is? Or should I just wait?""I remember." I replied, as I stared into the mirror.
Marlowe and Maddox were going to wish they were dead, when I return to the Stripe. Now I was going to have to apologize to the Skinwalker girl and explain that I was just going to continue being the Alpha King alone, without a Luna Queen. I looked at the number Marlowe had given me, debating whether I should call her or not. Just as I was about to, I received a text from her. I tapped it and read the message.Beau Oaklee- Sorry but I will not be able to make it. An emergency popped up, that I must deal with. Rain check?Killian Castellani-Alright. We can reschedule for a day after your emergency is dealt with.I put my phone away; I wasn't returning to the Stripe to announce anything quite yet. I picked up the files we had on Thomas Mills, looking to see if there was anything we missed, on where he could be or what he even looked like.Thomas Mills, a Vampire that was a wanted Black Marketer of Sup
I guess to understand why I'm running from my friends, a blind date, and the monster I had for a mate, I would have to talk about my life before I was on my own in the woods for 20 years. Back to the year of 1612.My family was what you would call royalty amongst the Skinwalkers. We had people everywhere, including in those serving the royal family of England and the royal family of France. Everyone wanted to either to mate into our family or work for us.There was our Matriarch Lennox Langley-Oadham and our Patriarch Galfrid Oadham, they were the heads of the family when I was born. There was Elizabeth and Richard Oldworth, and there 5 kids, I could never remember their names because they were always out on missions for Lennox and Galfrid. Oh and then there was the Dackinsons, they were the hunters of the family. Then there was my mother and her mate, who was the son of Lennox and Galfrid. I never bothered to learn their names because I wasn't born the gender th
1635 - Age 23We had moved again, Thomas and I. We were in Paris, France now. I had learned 3 years ago that there was going to be no way for me to escape without help. I needed to find Bridget Bishop and could convince her to help me. Bridget was the key to many of Thomas's victims' freedom, but she still wasn't born yet; I would have to find one of the in-color people from the visions I've had of her.I looked in the mirror and starred at the cuts that covered my skin. Some were old and healing but then there were the new ones, the ones I received last night for trying to help one of the new girls that Thomas had brought in. I knew she was here against her will.The men had decided they wanted to have their 'fun' with the young girl. Those five men were my first kills, and I relished in the taste of their blood, their flesh, their hearts. It was the only time I had never done the ritual before eating hearts.I felt a sharp grip on my fa
Originally I hadn't planned on bringing Louis into this, with Edward and I but he was the only one of us who wasn't either an Incubus and Succubus. He was the only one who could lie and no one would question it. With the way we held this ball it would be easy for us to slip her away, especially with the amount of Incubi and Succubi, we had to sneak in to hide as servants.When I went looking for her, I didn't expect that she would know who I was right away. Edward had only told us so much about the young girl, he met when she was still just a child. I was able to get her to join me outside, where Edward was waiting."Hello again, Beau." He said, removing his mask."Beverly." She said, with wide eyes before she hugged him in an unlady like manner.Poor girl. What did Mills do to her?"What is with the name Beverly?" I asked, with a frown."It was the town I was born in." Edward explained, as he wrapped a protective arm around her, once she mo
1703 - (Marlowe Age 176)After years of searching I found the place mentioned in the letter I recieved 3 years ago. Though the letter was meant for someone else, there was a note saying that if someone else were to receive the letter to go to the place mentioned. The persons name was Beau and that was all I knew. Now I knew Beau to be a male name but I was not expecting to see a woman at the small cottage. She was just in the garden, working. She looked my way as I approached on my horse."Get off the horse, the Sprites will take care of her." She said, as she went back to pulling stuff out of the ground.I listened and sure enough Sprites led my horse away."I received a letter meant for an Edward Bishop," I told her. "Are you Beau Oaklee?"She got to her feet and nodded."My real name is Hecate Oadham, but I have disassociated myself from my family so I came up with a new name. I find that Beau fits me well."And it
1703 (Beau Age 91) After the whole fiasco from the ball Edward and I had travelled across the world, helping others like me, who needed an escape. We both had killed many people and I got to eat many hearts. We did that until we met Bridget Bishop. She was perfect for Edward, they were mates and then Bridget had to fake her death, when they accused her of witchcraft. I guess it was true. Though Banshees were harbingers of death, they also were skilled Witches, but she was a good one. Edward was still in Salem, pretending to be human, but he had aquired a white cat, who was really Bridget but the town loved her in this form, because she wasn't a black cat and that they didn't know she was Bridget. Marlowe and I were in Blackbeards cabin, talking with him about possible places to go, when I got a vision. "North Carolina 13 years from now, Teach and Marlowe" I said, looking at them. "Until then we just sail wherever, doing whatever. Remember onl
1723When I had gotten the letter from a M. Higgins that Thomas had taken Beau again, I knew I had to track down where Bridget and Edward Bishop were located. Edward was the only one I knew of that could handle her when she went into a bloodlust state after not being fed for too long.I had found myself in Spain, after years of tracking and getting help from other demons who owed me favors. It also got me thinking on why Thomas was so insistent on keeping Beau with him. There had to be something more than just her being able to turn into a dog and being a conduit for the Fates. Something that she wouldn't tell anyone.I read through letters from her and everyone I knew associated with her; I couldn't find anything. What was she hiding? When I arrived at the Inn, I saw Edward and Bridget, arguing with another man. They stopped when I walked over."Anne Benavente," Bridget greeted, bowing her head. "What brings you all the way out here to S