Cara
DAD CAME INTO the home office, a yellow file in his hand. The broad smile on his face fell when he saw me and what I was holding. His body instantly tensed visibly. The file in his hand fell to the floor.
The tears I'd been holding in came down.
"What's this?" I asked. He approached me, reaching out for me but I moved back before he touched me.
"I can explain..." I saw something in his eyes, something like fear but payed no mind to it.
"Then by all means please explain...e-explain why yo-you never told me about this?" I stuttered out, demanding an explanation as to why he'd kept something like this from me.
As the letter stated, he had been keeping me away from my mother, denying me the choice of whether or not I wanted to see her.
I was angry at him. Furious even.
For a very long time I thought that she abandoned me and never wanted to see me but according to the letter that I now held tightly onto, she did want to see me.
We agreed when I left that I was not to even come near her ...
I read the letter out loud to him," W-We agreed when I left that I was not to even come near her ... "
"You agreed! That she wasn't to come near me. Why?"
All these years I assumed that she wanted to leave me, a part of me even thought that I wasn't a good enough daughter for her but now I realized maybe I had it all wrong. Maybe she never wanted to leave me but dad made her leave.
"Cara, you don't understand-" he began.
"You're right, I don't understand. Make me understand..." I cut him off before completely breaking down. The tears flowed like a river, running down my cheeks and wetting my sweater.
"She couldn't stay...she was...not well..." That caught my attention.
"Not well? Was she sick?" He kept quiet.
"...Not the way you might think. You have to understand. Cara, this was not like a cold but she was not herself so...I had to...had to..."
"H-Had to?..."I paused, unsure. Then a question came to mind, something I did not want to know the answer to. But I had to ask.
"Did you make my mother leave me?" I stared at him through the tears. My vision was blurry.
He remained quite as if he was suddenly dumb. This only answered my question. He did.
My heart fell. This was too much for me. The air was thick, unbreathable. Nausea ran through me like a wave. Looking at him made me feel even worse.
I ran past him and he followed me.
"Don't follow me!" I was out the back door and had soon gone past the fence into the woods.
I kept going, paying no attention to where I was headed.
The rays of the setting sun broke through the canopy of the trees lighting the way.
I went till my legs gave out and I fell to the ground.The tears had stopped.
I was not going to think about it, not until I had calmed down, so I closed my eyes and relaxed.
Something about the solidarity in the forest made me cool down. The wind blew loudly across the green leaves of the trees and I found peace in the sound.
I sat down on the forest floor listening to the chirping of the birds. I heard the grasping zwit zwit of the birds high up in the trees. Probably mousebirds.
As the sky darkened due to the setting of the sun, the woods got quieter and quieter.
I sat there for a few more minutes drinking in the beauty and wonders of many wonders.
I'd almost forgotten what happen, what I'd found out. But now that I'd had this time to relax and let it sink in slowly, I could now face this.
One thing was for sure I wanted to see my mom. Just not now.
Getting up from where I sat I dusted off my clothes. That was when I realized just how dark it had gotten. The house was now too far for me to see the lights. Without the slightest ray of sunshine it was impossible to retrace my footsteps back.
It was getting cold and my sweater was no help, not to mention, I was in short-shorts.
Congratulations!!! You just got yourself lost...in the woods...at night.
My gaze shot up at the sky, the very dark cloudy sky. The moon was nowhere to be seen and thank heavens for that because it meant that it was not that late in the night.
I took a stone and marked where I had been then began searching for my way back.
A drop of water wet my cheek.
Wasn't I done crying?
Yet another drop of water hit my cheek.
Realization hit me like truck.
It was raining.
Just perfect.
Thankfully, the canopy formed by the trees shielded me from most of the rain.
Maybe I could scream for help. Then again, my screams may draw the attention of whatever wild animals lurked in these wild woods.
Maybe dad was looking for despite me sternly telling him not to follow me. Surely he must have seen that it was late.
In an attempt to calm my rapidly rising heartbeat, I shut my eyelids closed and took five deep breathes. Five wasn't enough so I another five...then another five.
A pair of electric blue eyes met mine as I opened my eyes. The orbs were a few feet away from where I stood, surrounded by darkness. Whatever was watching me must have been really tall because the eyes that bore into mine were about three feet up, which is tall for an animal. I had already crossed out the option of the strange thing being human as no human had eyes that glowed in the dark like that.
It had to be an animal of some sort. Hopefully a herbivorous one.
I didn't move nor did I make a sound. The last thing I wanted was to aggrevate it.
My worst fears were confirmed when I came to the worst realization.
It wasn't alone.
More glowing eyes appeared, some bright green, other blue but not as electric as the first animal.
I counted them. They were four in number.
One growled. The leaves on the forest floor dusted as the -yet to be identified- animal moved ahead. As it slowly moved I guessed that it had to be quadrapedaled.
Seeing as I could not actually see the animals I could not weigh my options.
The animal let out a blaring growl. I took to my heels, going as fast as I could.
They were right behind me and were catching up fast. Everything was happening so fast. I was only thirty percent sure of what I was doing.
Before I knew it they were right in front if me, mere inches away from my feet. It was all a blur. I was on ass on the cold and moist ground. I crawled back in an attempt to get away.
Moonlight filled the forest. The light had a shade of red and I was too preoccupied with trying not to get eaten to check why.
The animal with bright green eyes moved closer and with the light I saw what it was. It was a wolf.
It was larger than the average wolf. This thing was huge...but not a huge as the exaggarated ones in the movies i.e Twilight. Still it was pretty big. They were pretty big.
I am dead. After seventeen years and eleven months and some days my life had come to a sudden and untimely end. This is it!
I closed my eyes as the wolf's large canines neared my face. I turned my head ready for my ending but it never came.
When the pain never came I didn't stick around to see what had rudely disrupted my murder. I stood up and kept going.
I tripped and on the way down, hit my head on a rock which ironically, may have been the same stone I placed there earlier.
Next thing I know, I was on my back, my body limp and weak. I felt light headed and the earth began to spin.
Darkness clouded my vision and the last thing I saw was the moon up in the sky as red as blood.
***
Jasper I had told those idiots to stop but I may have been too late. Messing with humans was something young werewolves enjoyed doing but many times the end result was not good. I was the first to spot her and I thought I could just scare her away a little but they took it too far. This was a result of their stupidity and ignorance. Could they not have just left her alone? The girl now lay on the ground unconscious and her head bleeding. Ivan was going to be furious. He had told us to stay away from the humans. Then again, in our defence, the human was on private property. I wasn't even sure she was alive and frankly, I did not want to check. But I had to before calling Ivan. He was the only one who would know what to do and it was his name on the title deed. Plus he hated it when anybody kept anything from me him. The few who had...well, they weren't killed, death was too easy and what good would it do? We had all shifted back. I knelt down close to the girl's limp form but
Cara I LET OUT A LOW GROAN of discomfort as I tried to get up. On opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was a wide grey ceiling with an eye-catching crystal chandelier in the middle of it. My first thought was; when did we put in a chandelier? Then realization hit me like a bus going at a hundred miles an hour. This wasn't my room. This was not even my house. 'Oh God, what have I done? ' was my next thought. Using my hands I lifted myself to sit up. The bed was large and the bedding were soft. Had I not been in such a panic, I would have stayed inside a little bit. The room I was in was absolutely spectacular, items of luxury filling. This was definitely not my room. Perhaps if I go back to sleep, when I open my eyes I will be back at home. I did just that. It did not work. Then all the memories of the previous night came flooding back. From the letter to the woods to the wolves, all of it was pouring back. I tried to remember all the details of what happened before I woke u
Cara WANTING TO TAKE AS LITTLE TIME AS POSSIBLE, I hurried up in the shower. The hot water hit my back, soothing and cleansing my skin. I felt refreshed as the water ran down my locks bring out their brown colour. When I was done I wrapped the large white towel around my body. I found some clothes on the bed. A navy blue dress, a black bra and black panties. The panty and bra stilled had the tag on so I knew they were unworn. I didn't dwell on the fact that they were my exact size. I dressed quickly hoping Merideth would give me directions home or at least tell me where I was, in more details than ' Vasiliev Property '. Taking one last look in the mirror, I made sure I looked fine before going to search for Merideth. The dress was beautiful and fit my body well but it did not do anything to raise my spirits. I could not wait to get back home. Sure I would have to have a difficult conversation with dad once I did, but that little fact did not matter at the moment. All I wanted wa
Cara "I won't get lost, Ivan." "I'll take you and that's that." His voice was deeply and rougher than usual. I almost squealed at the sound. It told me to do as he said, nothing more, nothing less. "Fine....thank you." "It's my pleasure. Let me just get something." He made off upstairs. I was left to admire the place in the meantime, not straying far from the dining room. I took myself on a little tour sure that Ivan would not mind me looking around. Unless he was hiding something but what were the chances of that? It was taking him longer than I expected so I went further and further into the house. The walls were tall and decorated with all kinds of paintings. Most of them were historical paintings like from famous battles all around the world. They could have been as old as the battles themselves. They were in good condition, probably due to being well maintained. One caught my eye. It took the centre position between all the other paintings and was larger in size. I ran my
Cara AS EXPECTED, the door was unlocked. In fact he had left it half way open as if he was expecting somebody, probably me. I went right in. The house was cold. Dad must have left a window open overnight. I heard someone talking ... shouting. " As I have told you before, she has been missing for nearly 18 hours...don't you think I would have called her by now if she had it...yes, I filed the fucking report," the shouting was coming from the kitchen. " Yesterday in the evening at around six thirty..." Going into the kitchen I found my father standing by the counter, a landline in his hand. He had a look of worry mixed in with annoyance on his face …with a hint of desperation. All this time I was 'missing' I had never really thought about what effect it would have on my father. As I stood there watching him on the phone - with the police probably - , I remember just how much he loved and cared about me. I should go missing more often. He didn't see me till I spoke." Dad..." The p
CaraIvan stood tall at my doorstep, staring right at me, his expression unreadable."Ivan? What are you doing here?" I asked, proceeding towards him. I can't say a part of me wasn't happy that he was here. Admittedly, I was elated to see him again. Question is, how the hell did he know my address? Perhaps Jasper told him.I was standing a few feet away from him, his large form between me and the door.He spoke huskily, his voice like a drug, addictive and intoxicating, " I came to apologise for not being able to bring you home yesterday." That seriously could not have been his reason for coming all this way."I don't believe you. You came all this way...just for that?" He visibly stiffened. I knew then that that was not his only reason for coming. Maybe he wants his hoodie back."I-I wanted to see you again...to see if you were feeling better." He moved out of the way as I pulled out the house keys from my bag. Fumbling with the keys,I searched for the right key then opened the door.
Cara"I only wanted to watch this one because it's the longest in the series and I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, "he admitted rather bluntly.His gaze was hot on me. My body was burning up. Everything was hot, the air, him, my body. All on fire. I was afraid my cheeks would soon burst into flames."I like you, Cara and I am certainly not letting you go. Ever. " He said it emphasising on the ever. Unknowingly, my body quivered with what I could only identify as delight. The way he talked, the dominance in his voice, it drove me wild.Ivan's now darkened orbs shimmered. They sparked with an emotion I couldn't pinpoint."..."I was at a loss for words, completely speechless. My mouth was wide agape. Maybe he would close it with his. My mind toyed with the insane idea of kissing him then dismissed it quickly before I acted.Surely I had no common sense around this man. He drove wild with emotion. Emotions I had never felt."Do not worry..." he spoke again. In a careful
Cara I choked on air. Of all the things I expected her to tell me this was the most unexpected. I thought she would say something like ' you will live a short life', it would make sense considering the fact that I eat vegetables as much as dogs do. I now found this whole palm reading thing ridiculous. "I don't lie. It's true, Cara. Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos have wound your thread with another's." Clotho? Lachesis? Atropos? I remembered the names from my Greek mythology phase. For weeks I had only dressed in Chitons. Dad had called it the worst month of his life. He had had to go all over town to buy me chitons that were appropriate enough for school. It was right after my mom left so he did basically anything I wanted. Those were truly the days. Clotho...the fates? "The fates?" I asked the crazy woman sitting across from me. I had to bite my tongue in order to hold in a laugh. "Yes. You find this unbelievable. I understand. You have been raised so mundanely, lived such a mund