my new life, in the werewolfs claw

my new life, in the werewolves claw ch 5

"You always meet twice in life!"

Well, it's possible if you become over 700 years old!

'''''''''''''''''''''''''''CH five: a short past...

Aaron POV

tick, tack, tick, tack... "Aaron, can I come in?" Clover asked from outside the door. I was sitting in the study on the armchair unable to concentrate on anything other than the clock and the flickering fire in the chimney, I hadn't noticed her entering my apartment.

"Yeah, since when did you come back form Germany?" she entered wearing stilettos, which every normal woman would break her neck with, and a cream colored silk dress, too thin for this season, but she looked as beautiful as ever. I stretched out a hand towards her and she took it, kissed it while sitting on my lap. "A few hours ago, but I got the girls data, before coming here. So how did things go with the two of you?" She asked leaning her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes. "The girls acting like nothing happened, no changes so far with her body." I answered after a short silence listening to her heart.

My eyes flickered down to he file Clover had in her hands, it was enormous considering the girls age.

"Don't tell me this is all about her."

Clover frowned, and gave the file to me. "You should read it yourself, she could write a biography or another book with what she had gone trough in her short time of living." she stood up going sitting in the chair with the green stuffing, "read" she demanded after I kept looking at her for a while.

I skipped the newspaper articles, which were mostly about children and their musical talent, and school information's about her and went straight to her police record.

"What's with that girl, is she some troublemaker?" I muttered to myself, seeing that this part of the file was the biggest one.

1994 India, the neighbor Mocolum Sharuk was accused of having abused children, under the girls of his servants and employees including the four year old Kala Hita Prashant. He died half a year later on mysterious conditions, hints to a potential murderer led to Ms Gagana Udbala Prashant, 78 years old the time, but could not be confirmed.

It was her grandmother, her picture was attached to papers, she had the same unwavering gaze as her granddaughter. "Mhh seems like her childhood was not just fun and playing." I stated looking at her photo, big round tears on her red cheeks, and a scared face, probably afraid of the stranger who was taking the photograph.

"Well she was very young, it's possible that she has forgotten about this incident already." Clover was leaning deep in her chair with closed eyes.

I continued with 1996- October:

Kala Hita Prashant kidnapped by six organized men on the Indian Airport, she was found 53 hours later. Three of the kidnappers were surgeons trying to get out her organs. Her life was saved in the last minute as police officers  forced the very same surgeon to stabilize her.  She survived a 7 hour surgery that followed after she was brought to a hospital, she needed treatment for over two years. An amnesia resulting because of the shock didn't let her remember what had happened, it was confirmed by child psychiatrist that she was mentally stable.

I tried to remember scars on her chest, I hadn't looked at her that well, if it had been that bad, they wouldn't have healed completely and I would have noticed them, right? "Makeup" Clover stated, she smiled slightly "You are like an open book to me. And she had a very good makeup. They must be bothering her still." I had to laugh a little at, but continued with her sad life story.

1999 Sylvester, A careless child broke out a fire, the entire top flat where the children where playing, was affected by it. Thomas Blake and Prashants children led them out to the ceiling. The one who broke out the fire wasn't hurt severely, Kala Hita Prashant who was next to him while the fire cracker "explode" had carried him away instantly as the floor caught fire. She suffered burns on her right leg, from the ankle up to her thigh.