Without Warning ✺ S.S

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Austin, Nevada, August 2013

Emptiness and hollowness filled the brown-haired girl's body as she stood in front of the case where her mother laid peacefully, her eyes closed as if resting from a hard day of work. Her skin seemed so cold and void of any color.

Never in her entire life, Reese thought she would be in this situation. Everything happened so fast.

Reese's head lifted from its initial position, on the floor. Her neck craned over her father's face, Steven Olson.

The man wasn't always the expressive one. Even before her mother's death, he purposely kept it to himself. You could think it was because of his job and the seriousness of it. But how could you stay so unexpressive when your wife just died in the arms of your daughter ?

The images of that day resurfaced into Reese's mind. She tried to conceal it by tightly closing her eyes, as if it would make the situation easier.

She couldn't help but feel anger toward her father. Seeing him so emotionless was frustrating. She really wanted to say something, anything but nothing came out of her mouth. Nor was it the moment to fight him, nor was he the right person to go against at the moment. He also just lost someone dear to him. Even if he doesn't show it.

She knows it was wrong to blame the dead, but she didn't only blame her father. She also blamed her mother no matter how wrong it felt.

But her mother could have thought about it before dying right in front of her daughter without any warning.

Reese already thought of the reasons why her mother could have done it. And the only valuable answer to her doing that was the fact that her father had been part of the whole werewolf hunter thing. He and his family always had been hunters and so was he trained to do so.

Maybe it was the cause of the lack of emotions on her father's face. He had been trained to keep it to himself like that. But still, it was weird because he wasn't part of that cult anymore. He decided to quit a little after Reese's birth. And from the life she lived with him, he kept that habit related to his feelings.

The whole situation was just too morbid for everybody's taste, even for Steven regarding the literal house where his wife died. Which is why he decided -without taking in count Reese's feelings- to move from the house where their loved one had been lying on the carpet. Fun, right?

Not that Reese hated her mother or anything, but her dying in front of her eyes wasn't exactly the experience of the summer. More traumatising it was. She still has nightmares about it.

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Right after the funeral, the girl had no choice but to follow her father in the deep nothing of California. In other words, in the middle of nowhere. Beacon Hills.

Even with the absence of this city on Google Maps, the two-membered family was familiar with the town. In fact, they were more than acquaintance with each other. Reese has lived quite some time there when she was a mere child. She was not the happiest abot returning to this hellhole.

Reese lifted her head to look at her surrounding. Steven was seated just beside her, concentrating on his magasine. The man didn't even look up to her daughter as the latter fixed her eyes on him, trying to make him react or say anything. But as usual, he stayed emotionless.

Just as Reese was about to open her mouth, a buzzing sound echoed from her jean's pocket. Hesitation filled her senses as she pondered what was the most important right now. She glanced at Steven one more time and decided that if she didn't get any reactions from him during the funeral, she wouldn't have one right now. Even more in the middle of an airport.