Wicked Cravings

7. Six Years Ago...💫

Her grandmother was dead.' 

'Her grandmother's killer was dead.'

 'But she was not dead.' 

Those were the only words running through her mind. She was lost and didn't know what to do. All she knew was that she was a fatherless, motherless, and grandmother's child. 

"You poor child, you poor sweet child. It seems you have a very serious problem." 

The man said as he revealed himself to her. She had been so unaware of her surroundings that she didn't even hear his approach. He had white, silvery eyes and the kindest smile she had ever seen. 

But then again, she would think that every smile is kind, given what she had just gone through. There was an air of danger that hung heavy in the air. She wasn't sure if it was from remnants of what she had experienced earlier or if it emanated from this man. 

Something told her it was a combination of both. Even so, she was not in the mood to deal with anything or anyone today.

 Mood: Thou shalt not fuck with me. 

"Today is not the day. I wouldn't advise the devil himself to fuck with me." 

Octavia said as she walked away from the crazy person in front of her. She had had enough of a crazy day; she couldn't deal with any more of that shit. What she needed to focus on was getting to the authorities and reporting her grandmother's murder without sounding like a crazy person who belonged in a mental asylum. 

But the police would have to believe her story, right? 

There must be cases like these all the time, right? His case couldn't be an isolated, one-in-a-billion case, could it? 

"No one is going to believe you..." 

The man said as if he was reading her mind and knew exactly what she was thinking. He saw through her greatest fear in an instant, and Octavia wasn't sure whether she should be grateful or fearful. Octavia started to hyperventilate; she just knew that she was going to die. 

"But I saw it. The wolf that killed my grandmother changed from wolf to man. Why do you look like you believe me? Why are you not rushing me off to the nearest psych ward?" 

Octavia asked as the man walked towards her. His brown eyes gleamed with experience. He had seen things; he knew things. His eyes seemed a bit odd, almost like contacts. But that would be odd; no one ever wore brown contacts. And she dismissed the thought as quickly as it had come. 

"I believe you. I know that they exist, and that's why we exist." 

The man said as he continued to talk in riddles. 

"Who are we?" 

Octavia asked, making air quotes. She didn't realize it at first, but his presence actually made her comfortable, and yet she felt uneasy. She was the embodiment of a living oxymoron, but she felt entitled to her emotions, as she had been through hell. 

"The League of Assassins." 

The man said plainly as Octavia looked at the man who disclosed such information so carelessly. 

"You must not be any good. You should know, the first rule of bean club is that you don't talk about bean club." 

Octavia said as the man immediately picked up on the "Puss in Boots" reference. "Touché." He said as he settled himself on a tree stump nearby. 

"I can help you. I can make you strong enough that you will never need to worry about being weak or about being attacked by those monsters. Quite the contrary, they will come to fear you."