Of Wings And Claws

Vocabulary

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                           CHAPTER 1

"The blood moon is tomorrow night"

"What am I going to be doing while you're in hiding, can I come with you to your hideout?"

"Hello, earth to Melody"

My eyes snap towards her. Emily Elizabeth. She has her left hand against her forehead and the other at her waist while she paces back and forth in our little room. Her expression shows frustration and little bit of nervousness.

"I heard you Em, but we both know we are much safer apart than together. We will survive this, we always do." I assure her, hiding my own nervousness.

"Why are you so calm Mel? We survived all these years because we weren't of age yet and they possibly couldn't smell us out, but now, now we have matured and every fiber in our bodies pulls our beloveds closer when they are near" Emily yells in frustration and I flinch at her tone. She knows I don't like it when somebody shouts at me, pecks of living with an abusive woman my whole life.

She notices my discomfort and she sighs loudly sitting on our small bed next to me. Her small hands grip mine in a firm squeeze. Emily is a beautiful woman, her caramel skin made her green eyes pop out, her jet black afro that matches mine. Then there was her little button nose that scrunch up everytime I say something she doesn't like,or when a man that isn't her type suddenly shows interest in her.

"I'm sorry Mel, I just, I'm scared for the both of us. Those beasts are brutal, they won't hesitate to reject then kill us the moment they find out what we are. We are supposed to be extinct remember?" She sighs again.

"I know, but we are not sure if we are even bounded to werewolves Em, I know the chance of us being bounded to one of our kind is non existent but there are other species out there, witches, day-walkers, Nosferatu, humans, even hybrids." She scoffs at my words. I would have scoffed at my words too.

"We both know it is very rare for witches to bound outside of their covens, they are secretive creatures and very wicked. Day-walkers like to toy with creatures like us they are very sly creatures who think they own the universe just because they are immortal. I wouldn't start about the Nosferatu and humans, they despise us to the core" she rants, she isn't wrong. Every creature hates us, they see us as inferior, unworthy to be called supernaturals.

I know she has a point, I would rather be bondless than be bounded to a Nosferatu, no offense to the already dead but living creatures but nobody would like to be with someone who lives in darkness their whole life which makes their face paler than normal and blue green veins to be visible all over their bodies. Others even looked like they are rotting, but freaking out about the blood moon  is not going to help us with anything. I know we would talk about this until the sun rose and I was tired,when Emily is nervous about something she can talk about it for a whole week. The only thing that could help the both of us right now is rest. We don't know what awaits us on the night of the blood moon but I had a feeling that we were already dead women walking.

"Okay I'm not talking about this anymore Emily. Stressing out is not going to help us in any way. I'm sleeping now and you better get some rest too or else we won't be able to outrun those beasts tomorrow." I say getting under the covers. I slowly feel the tiredness of my muscles paralyse my body from the long hours of  work.

"That's not funny!" Emily yells again. Oh for goddess' sake woman!

"Didn't say it was. Come on lay with me." I say signaling her to come over with my fingers. She mumbles complaints under her breath but gets under the covers next to me. Our bed was too small for two people, but it is the comfiest thing we owned except our worn out brown couch. We didn't have a lot but we appreciated the little we had.