Love in a Dose of Bites

The Book

Reading through the first few pages of the book was like reading a history book. I loved it. I had always been a huge fan of history and had been entruiged when I read the first page. The book mainly focused on what werewolves looked like, how to tell when you are about to shift when you are losing control of yourself, how werewolves were originally made and then the first line of a poem?

When I couldn't find the other parts of it and realised that the page had been ripped out I made a mental note to tell my master about it later. I got about halfway through the book before Samantha came and told me that my half-hour was up and that I needed to get back to my room. She said I could take the book with me incase I needed to ask the master about anything in it.

'Hmm I think I will' I thought to myself as we headed back to my room.

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An hour later

Samantha had taken me back to my room and told me to take a shower and get dressed into some night clothes. When I had done that she had brought a small tray of food in which consisted of nearly raw meat, a few potatoes and a few other little vegetables, along with a glass of water.

When I had finished eating she handed me a small button like thing and told me to keep it on my bedside table and to press it whenever I needed her assistance.

 Shortly afterwards she left and told me that master would be coming shortly.

"Thankyou", I said.

Samantha left the room and whilst she was gone i decided to have a look through all of the small little things that master had given me to occupy myself with when I was alone or waiting for him.

I opened the bottom drawer from my set of chested drawers and pulled everything out so that I could have a look.

In the drawer I found a sketch pad, a lead pencil along with a few small pencils that looked like they came from a little kids activity pack, a book called 'The Little Princess' (A.N this book is a personal fav of mine), an old worn down board game and a set of cards that had stains and rips in them.

I settled for the sketch pad and pencils and put everything else back in the drawer. Then sat down on my matress cross-legged with my pencils beside me. I started off drawing just lines and scribbles everywhere then I thought why not draw my old little cottage house that I used to live in.

So a few minutes later I was looking at a very life like almost real version of my used to be home... 'I wonder what happened to it?' I thought whilst choosing coloured pencils to use to colour the picture in.

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Just as I finished the painting I began having memories of all the things that used to go on in that little house...

FlashBack:

I was two years old and was running around my bedroom whilst holding a little toy fairy and was wearing my own set of fake wings.

"Laura, Where are you?" I heard my mother ask.

"In here playing fairies. Do you wanna play?" I asked her.

She soon found me and tackled me in a bear hug then started tickling me. "haha...mu-mummy stop...I'm gonna pee my pants!"

Mum stopped tickling me. "Eeeewww that's yucky!!!" she said whilst pushing me away.

END OF FLASHBACK

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I frowned and felt tears come to my eyes.

I then looked at my picture that I drew only to see that it wasn't there anymore. I looked on the floor and next to me and under the bed and then heard someone clearing their throat.

"You know I've seen this little cottage down near the forest before. How did you know about it?"

I looked up to see my master sitting on the other side of the mattress staring intently at my drawing.

When I looked at it I noticed the tear stains on the piece of paper.

"I'd rather not talk about it master", I said carefully avoiding his gaze.

"There used to be a family in that little cottage", my master began," There used to be a little girl who used to have a happy little life with her mother and father, I believe their names were Amelia and Matthew, and strangely enough the little girl and her mother both look a lot like you."

I hesitated before saying anything, "that was my family master, and when i was six i had my whole life torn apart when my mother was taken by what i know now as a werewolf and my father went insane and got sent to jail for the rest of his life."

"Ahhh, I thought as much. Then later on you were to be sent to a foster home but never made it as you were tqaken by a group known as the slave collecters. They sold you off to your very first master, did they not?"

"Yes master they did and I will one day seek my revenge on them for doing so," I stated.

"Right, now onto a different matter have you read much of the book?"

"Yes master and I have a question about one of the pages... Whilst I was reading I found a sub title 'the prophecy' so I read the first line or two and then when I went to read the rest I noticed that the page had been ripped out of the book. Do you perhaps know who did it?"

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HAHAHAHA cliff hanger!!!

so sorry for not updating in a such a long time but I have a school to attend and since I'm only fourteen I have a lot of things to do...

anyways you know the rest

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