Energy rushed through me as I came out of the portal, entering into a past memory, one that was powerful. Gazing around, my surroundings were an old dry yard, lifeless plants, and grass leading to the same house I saw in my vision while I was with Jack.
I marched up the steps leading to porch of the blue house, when, suddenly, a shadow of myself appeared on the stairs and repeated the same action. I could tell that it was 1912 based on the outfit I was wearing - a black dress, covered by a red jacket, and black leather gloves over my hands. I clutched my purse in one hand and used the other to knock on the door, all while looking around in a paranoid manner.
The white door swung open to reveal a woman that appeared to be about twenty years old. She greeted the imitation of myself, and as we began to converse, the memory returned. The woman invited my past self in and I quickly slipped in behind her.
The woman closed the door and turned around. "So, Kenya, what brings you here?" I gazed around, everywhere men and women were holding each other, women grazing their hands over their partner's skin. The stench of sex and booze filled the air. Suddenly, I was able to recall that this place was a whore house. "Miss Kenya?" I was snapped out of my daze and focused back on the girl. Her name was Catalina. She was the mistress of the house, and was dressed in nothing but a robe and heels.
"My apologies." I looked around nervous already but the scenery was uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, is there somewhere private we talk?" Catalina nodded her head and guided me to the back room, an office of the sorts. She sat on a couch, flowers embroidered on the fabric, and it had just enough room for Catalina as she laid across it.
I positioned myself on the edge of a chair that had the similar pattern. I cleared my throat to begin, since I had no time to waste, "I was referred to you by a friend. They explained to you that, aside from your day job, you handle...delicate items." Catalina was a whore no doubt, but only for cover. I recalled that her family used this cloak to mask their true purpose. She came from a long line of keepers, beings that stored and protected dangerous artifacts.
"I need to see whatever object you need handled," She stated. I reached for my purse and slowly brought the item out. It was covered in a cloth, because I feared its properties taking a hold of me. I watched as I placed the fabric in the center of my hands, moved back the covering, and revealed a medallion. I tilted my hand towards Catalina, showcasing the artifact. The metal was pure gold, and the only blemish was a wolf stamped in the center. Even though this all happened in the past, I could feel the power radiating off of the medallion. My previous person covered it quickly.
"I will pay you whatever you wish to store this," I commented. The woman smirked, reaching for it, but then I withdrew my hand. "You may not touch it. It's far too dangerous and powerful for you."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. You wouldn't be able to withstand the energy it bestows. It was built by the oldest Lycans and is only meant to be used by the Lycans. Not you." I could see that Catalina was taking offense to this, but I said it for her safety. She stood and walked over to a closet in the corner of the office. She opened it and reached through to the back. I heard a click, indicating that there was a secret room.
I trailed behind her into the hidden area, shocked to see so many relics and priceless pieces of history contained here. Catalina showed me the exact place she wished to deposit the trinket, an empty hole in the brick wall.
I reached to place the medallion in the gap, but Catalina blocked me. "First I'll need the payment."
I was becoming impatient and irritable all because of the medallion. All I wanted was to get rid of it, so dug into my purse once more. I pulled out a roll of money. Catalina smiled as she directed me to install the medallion into the secret hiding place. I was relieved once she covered the hole with a single brick, then began to speak in another language, and instantly a symbol appeared on the brick.
"The emblem is marked in this spot. You are the only one who can remove it, whenever you chose to do so."
"No," I assured her, "I won't be coming back for it." I handed her the money and left instantly. When I arrived to the outside, I was able to breathe freely.
*****
I gasped as I woke up from my sleep, clutching someone's hand. "Hey, breathe, Kenya. Breathe." I looked to the side and saw a worried Jack. I did as he asked, and air began to fill my lungs. Jack screamed out for Anna. I started sitting up on the bed, groaning in pain. Anna came in and I was seated on the edge of the bed. She started checking me instantly.
"What happened?" I questioned.
"We aren't sure. You've been unconscious since last night," She explained as she stared deeply into my eyes. I lifted an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, but your eyes changed. Fortunately, they're back to normal."
"Yeah," I ran my hand through my hair. I stood and looked for a pair of shoes. Now that I knew where the medallion was and I had a plan, I needed to go retrieve it.
Jack grabbed me by the shoulders. "Where are you going?"
"Jack, I told you. I need the medallion and then I'm going home." He started to argue, telling me that I needed to rest, but time was flying and I needed to get to the medallion fast. I stopped him and said, "Jack, I'm going, and I could use your help." It was then that he finally realized that I wasn't going to stray from my quest.
He nodded in compliance. "Okay, what do you need me to do?"
"First off, I'll need all of you to come with me." I looked to Anna. She shook her head in understanding and left the room. "Second, we need a map and a car."

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~BOOK 2~ Paranormal: A Lycan's Fearful Past (Multi-Bandom FanFic)
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