Lucret ia

I Promise

I awoke to the banging sound of the door, my fathers fists belated hard on the oak wood that the door was made of sending Eco's though our empty home. My feet were bare and I was dressed in only my white gown. My breath was calm as I left my room but panic set in as fist belated on the door once more just as my hand hovered the plank. I took a breath, opening the door and being barged out the way. 

"Father!" I yelled as he came in, drunk and trying to stand tall, with the most hugest grin on his face. He embraced me in a rib crushing hug and held me there for awhile before spinning me around. 

"Get dressed today we celebrate!" My Fathers eyes where puffy and he had on hell of a smile on his face, one I haven't see in years. It was his blood lusting face, father had hurt a wolf. 

"Why whats happened?"  I stood dressed in my night clothing as the cold air blew in from the open door, I shivved looking deep into my fathers eyes. His grin widened, and for a second time, demanded me to dress in nice clothing. 

My fathers smile was scary and the dark rings under his eyes told of a night with no sleep, a night with drink a night with death. I could feel it prickling my skin causing my hairs to stand on end, my fathers blood lust had got the better of him, he had killed a werewolf I could feel it under my skin in my heart. They'll call my father a hero, they'll will want to marry me off, they don't know how much it affects my father how much the blood of a wolf rigs him wilds.

A good thing? or is it bad. I wouldn't know. My father is a hunter, he brings food to the village that's why they put him on the full moon guard. He is loved and trusted but he has a cruel and ruthless streak, when blood falls onto his hand he becomes obsessed with killing. Sometime I think my dad is a born killer, hes been a hunter all his life he can't change if he tried. 

The dress I pulled on was a deep sea blue colour, I fastened it up the front doing a simple bow at my waist. Corset at the front over a clean cream gown underneath the dress, I pulled on light blue stockings and then my dark brown boots. I looked sown at my feet, glaring at the tips of my boots, they needed to be bulled up they were looking faded and worn out. I wonder if father will get me some for my birthday next year? 

"Father" I called from my room. I held the cross round my neck and let it fall between my breasts. I strolled out my room and saw my father, he stood with his shoulder wide in fresh clothes and a slight shave to his beard, it was noticeably shorter then it once was. 

"Ia" He grinned. My fathers drunken smile remained on his face as he walked me into the village all the way into the Crutters bar. The amount of people both male female and children where gathered, all patting my father on the back giving him warm smiles and friendly banter. I lost my father to the crowd people offering him drinks rewards even money some offered women and sex. A disgusting thought, but yet it probably was a common thing around these parts to offer sex to men who have titles in order to produce of spring. It was sickening but true. 

There was a celebration as well as morning, a persons life had been taken in the assault last night. Gregor was it, something along them lines they used to call him maggot he had not family but allot of Friends, he would be missed. My Father had disappeared surrounded by men and women flaunting themselves.

"Ia" Mara grabbed my shoulder and pulled me off to the side, her eyes deep with joy. She was enjoying the party, dressed in a fine light blue dress that complimented her shapely figure.

"Mara?" I questioned. She was Gregory's daughter his only daughter of the four children he had, she was five or so years older then me but we are friends. Friends because she knew my mother, because her father made her. When I was accepted, she admitted to me her love for Isaac, love which hasn't been returned to her.