Rosie Stevens- My paranormal life

The Light

"Dad!" I exclaimed. He looked at me and held out a hand to me. I put my hand in his, allowing him to help me up. "You're alive?" I asked, standing in front of him. Something felt off, but I couldn't tell what. "How are you alive?" I asked in confusion.

"You're a strong one, Rosie Stevens." My father said, 'You're also a were." He said, "Like your mother." I blinked and pulled my hand out of his.

"You're not my Dad." I said and blinked back some of my tears. The last time I saw my dad, I was six. He walked out on my mom, and I, then, never came back.

He stepped away, "No, I'm not." I turned away and wiped the tears out of my eyes.

"Then who are you, and why do you look like my father?" I asked.

He shifted into Jonathan Wells. "Is this better? since the image of your father seems to bring bad memories." He asked. I nodded, although it was weird looking at Jonathan when he'd pretty much kidnapped me.

"Who are you?" I asked once again. "Do not make me ask again." I said and folded my arms. Jonathan laughed.

"I already answered your question. I am the light." He said and crossed his arms. I rolled my eyes.

"That's very useful, where the fuck am I?" I asked him. I looked around the room, and it reminded me of those insane asylums you see in TV shows. The walls and floor were all white, and there was no furniture at all in the room. I looked back at The Light as he sat down cross-legged on the floor.

"We're in my conscience." He replied.

I sat down next to him, one leg up so my arm could rest on it. "What do you mean I'm a were?" I asked quietly. I ran a hand through my tangled mass of curls as I waited for him to answer.

"A were is a type of species that can transform between human and animal." He explained. "You can transform between an animal of your choosing and human, like your mother."

"You know my mother?" I asked, I was surprised that my mom could turn into a wolf, but freaking out wouldn't help matters, especially because the person I was talking to could shapeshift. He nodded,

"Your mother was a part of this battle long before you." He replied and stood up offering a hand to me. I took it and stood up next to him.

"Fight?" I asked. He sighed.

"Humans live a life of ignorance," he started out and ran a hand through his brown hair. "Unbeknownst to them, there lies another world within theirs. We all call it the paranormal world." He began stretching his arms as he spoke.

"Paranormal?" I asked, I was beginning to get a headache from all the white around the room.

"Yes," he replied. "Think about all the supernatural beings you've read about. Witches, vampires, ghosts," he said and paused. "Werewolves," he nodded at me. I shook my head as I remembered I was a were. "But not only supernatural beings, there are gods, like the one who made this world." He explained. "Or the Godess of love Aphrodite, she exists too." He said. "We use the term paranormal and not supernatural because we can fit a wider range of super-powered individuals as well as the unexplainable all in one category."

"What does this have to do with my mother?" I asked, as a headache began to form.

"Your mother fought in this war for years." He answered "a fight to keep this world and the human world separated. To keep the humans ignorant of everything." He replied.
"Why am I here?" I asked the question that had been bouncing around my brain throughout the entire process.
"Because you, Rosie Stevens, daughter of Lucifer, are the newest member of the light.