Sentinel Darling

Prolouge

P R O L O U G E

I was fifteen going into twelve grade. Graduating high school at sixteen. It wasn't my plan to overachieve. I never aimed that high.

I was living with my grandmother. I had always lived with my grandmother. Only twelve months into this world and I didn't have both my mother or father by my side. It wasn't because they didn't want me, they didn't have that power of determination. They were far gone by then. My parents died in an airplane crash. I couldn't cry over the situation. You couldn't blame me though, I was only twelve months.

My grandmother took custody in a heartbeat and I was thankful for that. She disciplined me and I still can't thank her enough. She kept me off the streets and in my books. I never was the one to disobey that women. I refuse to. I visit her as much as I can, considering I live across the states. She lived in Arizona while I, in Minnesota. It was mournful leaving my only family yet she declined me to stay in Arizona. I was still way to young to leave and travel to another state but she told me: Make it happen were her exact words.

Don't let me or anyone get in your way. You deserve it.

After leaving Arizona, I made my living in the home of the Vikings. I went to college for four years to become an English Literature major and spent two more in an Art Institute. I never took the idea of becoming an artist. It wasn't something I thought would intrigue me, that is until my English professor took notice in my personal drawings I always acquire with me when I was in class.

I've been living in Minnesota for seven years now. The six years were all about school. I was finished with school and slowly finding a permanent job. My degree wasn't going to directly lead me to high level of finance but I was determined to be patient and competitive. I still had two jobs to support myself and have a roof over my head. One being a waiter at Spinelli's Diner and the second rescuing animals. Its been about 6 months for both jobs since I started a little over before the semester of school ended.

The duration of the time that I've been settling here I had notice things. Nothing seriously wrong but definitely irregular. I've lead to suspicions of different things and thoughts of super natural but never really dove into it until now. There is more to the world than what I just knew.

It was when the first couple of weeks I was working at Spinelli's I started to really listen. Spencer was the first to welcome me to the diner family and the first to hit on me. Ever since then he has attempted numerous times to take me on dates and invite me to his house. I simply and kindly rejected. Every time I did, he seemed hurt but redeem himself and tried again in the next 24 hour. At times he'd let out an animal like growl that would frighten me. Spencer did it so often but I never got use to it. Our co-workers would always push aside the action however, I didn't. He would easily break objects with his bare hands that be too durable to even consider endeavoring. I'd tested my theory and surprised that there was something up, not with just him but all of them. I had whistled lowly that the sound barely reached my ears. I noticed their ears perk up and they looked at me but they thought nothing of it. I did it the second time and Brianna, my co-worker and a friend I've grown to like. She lightly pushed my shoulder and told me to quit whistling.

I didn't really want to believe it but one day there wasn't a choice but to.

"See ya Cody, get home safe." I waved at Spinelli and others goodbye. It was early February in Minnesota where the weather was beginning at its worst. The temperature had already dropped 10 degrees below regular. This morning it wasn't as petrifying driving in it like it is now. The time was 20 'till 7. The wind was much stronger, roads were endlessly slippery and it was darker.

I stepped out and almost nearly slipped as I bounced off of Spencer's chest. He caught me by my arms and steadied me.

"Hello my Cordelia." My eyes went into slits and he smiled wider.