Vengeance in my heart

chapter 2

The park was empty. Sarah spun around, swings were swaying among the gentle breeze, but there was no one in sight. Her eyes grazed to her watch, she was twenty minutes late. The card had said, be on time. And she was late. “Oh,” she whispered. “I might as well go home.”

 She started toward her car. She was weak; it was as if someone had physically drained the energy from her. Sarah fell to the ground in a slumped heap.She slowly tilted her head up, feeling a migraine start at the base of her skull, and work its way through her head. Reluctantly, she stood. A young woman, who was maybe twenty, and was dressed entirely in black, tapped her foot lightly. However, there was nothing impatient about her. The young woman had long hair. It was a beautiful chestnut color, and had stunning eyes of gold.  She held her hand in front of Sarah and said, “Are you Sarah?”

 Sarah froze. She was taken so off guard even though she was expecting someone to be there, it was just odd to hear someone she’d never met call her name. Finally, after what seemed like hours she answered, “Yes, I am. And you’re the one that sent me the letter, right?" Sarah wondered.

  “Yes, I did Sarah. We have to talk. This is very important.”

  “Do we have to talk today? I mean, I don't want to sound rude, but I don't even know you,” she replied, stubbornly.

  “I know,” the woman approached Sarah, her black coat billowing behind her in the gentle breeze. Her cold hands wrapped around Sarah’s unexciting arms. Her grip was firm as she clutched the young girl’s arms and lifted her in an unenthusiastic manner.

   “Fine. But I have to be getting back very soon. So can you make it quick?”

  “Let’s go get some coffee.”

  “I will give you a ride,” Sarah offered pointing to her new car.  “Get in.”

  It took about five minutes to arrive at the café. It was deserted (this was strange because it was never deserted). Sarah quickly looked up at this woman who somehow and strangely looked familiar. Awkwardly they stared at each other; obviously neither knew where to start. They seemed to just be waiting for something to break the silence. “So, how do you know me, then? And what do you want to talk about?”

  The lady in black huffed and said. "This is not easy for me, but I have to tell you the truth,” she exhaled in a nonchalant way.

  “The truth?” Sarah asked, confused. "What truth?”

  “Well, if you haven’t guessed already, my name is Aspen. That necklace you received as a birthday present was from me. I guess you didn't care for the insignia very much. But that's okay,” she smiled.

  “What do you want from me?” Sarah rudely interrupted. Her voice was just moments away from yelling.

  Aspen exhaled deeply, and settled further into the chair. There was such a confident air to her. Sarah was a little jealous, but she would never admit it. Not even to herself. 

  "When Lapin was born, your true mother and father. They were the king and queen to our small village. We were born and survived as the wolves, as they called us. Neither human nor vampires we’re able to handle our powers. Your father was a brave young man, like no other. His strength… his courage and your mother's beauty; prolonged her magical existence. A new born child was here, in the arms of an angel, of a Goddess in creation. But unfortunately, they passed away in the Battle of Peace. Before your mother left to join your father, I promised her that I’d take care of you till you were ready for a new beginning as a princess to our throne. Sadly, your body did not possess wolves’ strength. So you became half of yourself, and half of another. The thing is that every wolf has three different powers, but for some reason the gods gave you five different powers.” The woman took a deep breath before taking in Sarah's expression.