Crimson's Daughter

Chapter III: Goodbye

   A week had passed since I was declared dead and my world was turned upside down. My reality had been altered in a way that would make any sane person question their sanity. After Lydia's parents had told me the news I was angered and I was unsure of what to do. If I didn't have Lydia by my side to talk me through this whole werewolf thing then I probably would have gone off the deep end by now. While I still didn't completely trust her, she was the only person I would talk to.

The night I had allowed Lydia to open up to me about the werewolf world I felt something stir deep within me. 

It was a silent hum.

Something that enveloped my whole being that told me it would be okay. Maybe not now, but eventually.

   My emotions were going through waves where I would cry over my 'death' and the loss of family and friends to feeling numb inside. Lydia's parents, who I had now known to call him Alpha Stone and Luna Penelope, had agreed that I could attend the funeral that was being held for me under the pretense that Lydia accompanies me. 

Lydia had become somewhat of an acquaintance in my time here and I felt that she was the only person I could truly talk to for now. I had also come to find out that we actually had a lot in common (minus our werewolf genes of course).

"Claire, are you ready to go?" Lydia asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I turned from where I was sitting on the window's ledge to face her. Her short blonde hair was curled at the ends and she wore an all-black dress that reached down to her knees. In order for us to blend in from far away it was best we wore all black. She knew about my family as much as I had told her in a week span and knew that me mourning at my own funeral would be understanding.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I stood up and flattened out the wrinkles in my dress before we made our way out of the bedroom I was staying. 

...

   I stood under an umbrella a couple of yards from where my funeral was being held, but still close enough to make out the details of my family's faces. The sky loomed with grey clouds all around and the faint hearing of thunder could be heard occasionally with faint rain falling. The scents of all my friends and family mixed together. It was quite strange how once I shifted all my senses were heightened tenfold. 

"So exactly how do my family and friends believe I'm dead?" I raised an eyebrow at Lydia. 

"You remember how I told you about us not being the only mythical beings in this world?"

"Yea. There are us, the vampires, the elves, and witches...oh and of course the occasional nymph. Why?"

"Well, in situations like these we gain help from them through magic. In your place is a rogue, but to humans, they will see you."

I gave her a nod in understanding before we just stood in silence, waiting for my parents to speak. Margo and Finley stood with their arms linked together standing next to my family. Eden stood in between my parents with tears streaming down her face.

   "Why did I ever take her to that party Finn? I'm such a horrible person..." I picked up on the voice I knew all too familiar growing up.

"Oh, Eden..." I whispered under my breath as I took in every detail of her face.

"You didn't know this would happen and it's not your fault," Finley replied in a grave voice.

My sister's face was sullen and even from the distance her hazel eyes that would normally shine brightly were dulled. My mom was weeping and while I knew that my father wanted to shed his fair share of tears he was trying to be strong for his wife.