The Lost Child (TO)

The day that changed everything

(Ivy's pov)

Location: London (14 years and 5 months later)

Dear Diary

Today is like every other day, birds chippering, the sun shining, honks heard from the traffic, dogs barking and store owners pulling up the blinds and setting the "open" sign up. Yeah,  I can hear all of that stuff. But anyway, right now it is as boring as always. 

Just me sitting here in one of the pub's inns rooms, well I am not paying anything. I can't effort that at all.

But Tarra lets me stay here for free. Tarra is the owner of the pub and helped me when I needed it. I escaped the worst orphanage 5 years ago, and she was the one to be offering me a place to sleep under a roof. 

Tarra is a werewolf, and she knows that I am one to. She says it's a curse that needs to be broken, before the nightmare begins. 

She took the intention to teach me control when she first took me in. And now I am in full control of my werewolf side. Well, that might be a little lie. Because, if I get too angry about something I lose it all. 

Uuuhhh! I also have a magical side. A witch side. But then again not as witchy, sometimes when I wave my hand slowly, there will pop this little snake line thing of purple around it. I have always had control of that side, and I don't need a grimoire to learn my magic. 

When nature thinks my magic is needed in the situation, I would be in. Voices begin to talk to me in my mind. Yeah, sounds creepy, but it actually isn't when you learn to live with them.

I have never known my parents and now I don't actually want to. If they are even alive. Before the orphanage, I lived with a lady who called herself Ms. Monrray. She wasn't very sweet and at some point, I don't know how, but I killed her.

 I got mad and lost it so that it ended up with one standing and the other lifeless on the ground.

I have never told that story to anyone, you're the first to know.

Besides Tarra,of course. 

(present)

I put my diary down into one of the many drawers and locked it. Then after that I began to decide what type of clothes I should wear for the day.

After some time of debating with myself of which color, I should wear and if it is suppose to be a skirt or pants and all of that kind of stuff. I finally went with an outfit that fits my body almost too good. And then I did a hair style that make me feel so confident (not that I am not always confident because I am always confident Duh.) everytime I wear it. 

When I realized I had nothing to do, I decided to go downstairs to Tarra.

"Hi Tarra" I said as I approached the bar and climbed a chair. "Hello there, little Heartbeat Killer." she said, handing me my favorite drink. I took a sip and sighed. "So, what are you doing today?" she asked kindly wondering what my plans would be for today. "Uhmm... well first of all I need to... do my business then I am free." I say as if she didn't know what "my business" means.

"So basically, what you're telling me is that your plan for today is to rob people?" she says. It sounds like a question, but it isn't. "I am not robbing people. I am just borrowing their stuff without them knowing." I say confidently, knowing she is right, but I won't face it.

 "hmhmm. Right your 'borrowing' their shit and never give it back" she says and scoffs lowly. "Okay first of all, Language! Second of all, yes!"  I said to her as I walked towards the door and walked through it.

 (/+/Later on/+/) 

Location: Downing Street, London. 

When I got to my favorite business destination. DOWNING STREET. I love it here, a street full of locals and tourists, that are always too occupied to notice the other things happening around them.

As I began walking through the crowded street. And "borrow" some people's things from their pockets. A person clearly the same age as me, ran right past me taking the watch I just had stolen from and elderly man. "HEY! THATS MINE!" I yelled as I ran after the person.

The unknown person tried to sneak away. Like really tried. They must be new here. As I caught up to the person, I decided to tackle him and right at that part I realized that I had chased the unknown into an ally way. "Give me the watch" I say harshly.

"Okay. Okay! Just chill a little" Great! just great. It's a boy. Of course it's a boy! His skin was a chocolate milk color, just like his eyes. His hair was braided in box braids. He puts his hand into his pocket with me still on top of him and takes the watch out and hands it to me. I ripped it out of his hand and put it into my bag, fast.  

Now that I have gotten the watch back, I stand up ready to head off again. But before I could the idiot of a boy decides to open his mouth again.

"So... it doesn't seem like you are one of the new ones here? Since you made that real clear by the way you can just slip through the tons of people that fast"

Ugh! Duh! Not any newbie can do as good as me! So, I decided to ignore his stupid question.

"Wait, did you just say, 'one of the new ones' there is others??" I asked the newbie. "Wow! I didn't know that a person who has been at this place for long, wouldn't even know when new ones come to the country." He says confidently and gives a smug.

God, I hate guys like that. "Are you done speaking unneeded words? And ready to answer the one question I asked you?" I asked him, wanting to go home.

"Okay. Okay there. To answer your question, yes there is others in fact I even work with them." He says, with that smug still glued on his face. "Where--" my sentence gets cut off by a voice from behind. 

"Right here!" the voice yells. I turn around and find three people walking towards me and the boy.