Loves Forbidden Touch (A Supernatural Story)

Chapter 5

It was much later when Alana awoke, yawning and stretching as she sat up. She looked about her bedroom, noting that in fact nothing had changed. She threw the pale green blanket off her as she pushed herself out of bed. She got to her feet and headed for the window, where many of her memories began. It was still sunny outside as she glanced down to the swing in the tree, to the rose garden not far away that she and her father had put together. But it was the cars out front that seemed to be out of place. The garage to the left of them also seemed to be out of place. Their garage sat on the opposite side of the house and only housed her father's cars. She shook her head and stepped away, moving into the bathroom to wash her face.

She entered the large bathroom and noted that the color wasn't a pale purple but a bright red. She shook her head; someone had changed parts of her room. She sighed as she stepped up to the pedestal sink that hadn't been there before and looked into the large glass mirror on the wall. She was shocked at the face that stared back at her. It wasn't her childish face, but of a grown woman. Her hair was longer and shinier, her face of porcelain color. Even her body was different; she had a waist and a chest that hadn't been there before. In fact, she was stunning.

"This can't be." She whispered and her hazel eyes went large when she realized it was her staring back at her. She grabbed a towel and turned on the cold water faucet and let the towel soak. She turned the water off and placed the towel on her face, hoping that this was all a dream. When she placed the towel on the sink, did she look back up? She hadn't changed, this wasn't a dream.

She ran from the bathroom and into her closet. Her clothes were gone, replaced by designer names and there was more than she knew what she could do with them. Her closet had always seemed bare, but now she had nowhere to move! So she grabbed the first thing she saw, a pair of black jeans and a black tank top. She changed quickly, grabbed a pair of black boots and pulled them on before leaving the room.

She stepped out from the closet and she shrieked. Her bedroom had changed. It was dark and gothic, unlike the pale colors she'd chosen. She moved towards her small mirror and noted that her hair had gone red! What in the world was going on?

"This has to be some kind of trick." She said as she headed for her door and swung it open. The hallway was the same, she stepped out and looked back into her room, and it was as if it never changed. She shook her head, she was losing it.

She headed downstairs and stopped as heads turned to her. Her mother sat in the far back, looking out to the others. They were speaking when she came down, but stopped to admire her. She felt uneasy.

"Mom, I was going to go for a walk. Is that alright?" she asked.

Her mother rose, "Come here for a moment dear. I have someone you must meet."

Alana nodded and strolled over to her mother. She stopped when a man stood. Her eyes went large as she whispered one name, "Riley?"

He nodded. "I fear I have no clue how you know me, but it is a pleasure to meet you."

She shook his hand, it felt warm, not like the cold hands he had. This wasn't her Riley at all.

"Riley came all the way from Danvers, Massachusetts, to meet our youngest hunter. He is impressed by your skills."

She looked at her mother oddly, "I don't hunt."

The woman laughed, "My daughter can be such a comedian." She said.

Alana shook her head, dislodged her arm from her mother's grasp and ran from the house. She didn't stop until a voice yelled at her. Only then did she stop.

Riley had come running after her. He looked pale for a moment. "What's wrong?" he asked.

She shook her head, "This isn't right. I am not a hunter, I am not 24, but 14 and this world is crazy!" she said, gasping for air.

"I heard about your coma deal. I guess you feel as if you're still 14. It's scary, I heard. But you are 24 Alana, ten years have gone by."

"Then why does my heart say that you're not MY Riley?" she said.

He looked down to her oddly, "What do you mean your Riley?"

She shook her head, "I met a vampire by the name of Riley. He had 3 daughters and a grandson. I love him!"

He rubbed his nose and then back at her. "My daughters are Rosa, Tanya and Anna. I don't have a grandson. My girls are still just babies."

"That can't be." She whispered.

Riley hugged her then. "You need to rest Alana. You are still trying to deal with all of this. It will take time for everything to go into place."

She pushed him away, "Get away from me." She yelled. "This isn't my life!" she screamed and tired for the woods not far from where they stood.

Riley watched her go, shaking his head and disappearing into the air. As for Alana, she reached the woods and entered them, seeking out the one place she hoped and prayed still existed.