LUCY
I practically dragged him back to the cabin, I didn't know
what I did to piss his wolf off but I think it took all of his
strength to stop his wolf from attacking me and to
transform back right in mid-air. I laid his arse on his bed,
he was butt Unclad so I covered him with something as
he was now soundly asleep. I took this opportunity to take
my shower in his little bathroom. I came out and decided
against wearing my clothes, I intend on staying I told
myself. Opening his drawer one could see that he was
very neat and organised. I took one of his boxers and
shirt. It was almost my size, he was lean with a bit of
muscles but he was a different thing all together when he
transforms.
I looked upon his smooth face and wondered how I had
never heard or came across his kind all the years I had
been on earth. I thought initially that he was a witch but I
know now that he is half-man half-beast. The only enemy
Dad ever had were the witches and he made sure the last
one was killed a decade ago. So how come, he never
said a thing about this phenomenon, was he covering up
something? I needed answers to these questions.
Since the one person that could answer my questions
was sleeping, I decided to look around the cabin. The
music was still playing, i decided to change the track, I
saw an album of Cassadee pope, and slotted it in. He
was a lover of country music, strange since he was black.
Nothing special caught my attention again, a two chair
dining table in the kitchen, a couch and I saw what he
was doing that he used in tricking me into entering that
net. It was like he was paying homage to someone, their
names Mr Richard and Mary Cypher. So, he was a
Richard junior,but why did he write their names, didn't
they have pictures or something. How old was this guy? I
pulled the drawer where he was paying his homage when
I saw something carefully wrapped in fine linen. I was
about to unwrap the thing when I heard, "don't open
that".
I dropped the thing because I was startled, when did he
wake and how was he wearing a pant. "I am sorry, for
startling you, and for almost taking your life in quick turn
of events, the s*x was awesome though but I know now
that you have a boyfriend, thanks for bringing me back
and for staying" he continued. I smiled and asked how he
knew I had a boyfriend, he answered, "I don't know how,
but I was able to see your memories and it was what I
saw there that set off my wolf against you." What did you
see? "I asked him, he told me he saw me around a
bonfire and was dancing with a blonde dude" I laughed,
so you saw dancing with a guy and you went off, he
swore that wasn't the reason, that it was something else.
How was he able to see my memories anyway, and how
much did he see? I was still thinking when he uttered
something that only few individuals knew, "you are
George's daughter, aren't you?"
Oh my God! how did he know that? Who are you?, I
asked, I was on the attack now. He smiled and said, "I
have showed you what I am and you have seen the
names of my foster parents, so it's better you tell me
about what you are too in order to balance the scale".
"So, who is Lucy Keller? "he concluded with a question.
LUCY
I was unable to tell where the trust came from but I just
felt I could tell him. I had things that had been burning
inside of me, questions no one was ready to answer, I
was eager to discuss with anyone who was ready to
listen, sadly no one was. People believed I was invisible,
daughter of the first Vampire and for the humans, it was
hopeless, all they could see was an old woman close to
retirement all thanks to the magic mist. I was ready to
open up to this stranger and I didn't have the slightest
reason not to.
He was waiting and looked like a little kid eager for
bedtime stories, gosh!!! he was cute, I had to look at
other things apart from his face else I might not be able
to resist kissing him as I began telling my story.
My mother was close to delivery, infact immediately she
was turned by my dad and consequently became his first
of his unending sire line, she went into labour, and so I
was born into this world, I took all of my mother abilities
as a vampire but I didn't die, the spell doesn't work on
babies and kids since they won't be able to control the
blood thirst and that is why I have a beating heart ;the
only vampire alive to have such, because of this, I was
always protected Jealousy and completely surrounded by
guards until I was able to defend myself. I became the
target of dad's enemies - the witches and so he made it
his eternal job to kill them, but I am now beginning to
think he used that as the perfect excuse needed to
exterminate them since you came into the equation of
supernatural beings. I was eighteen when I had my first
blood thirst, the transition was extremely painful since I
was alive and blood pumping through me, my fangs
started growing and by twenty, I became a full blooded
vampire with the special ability of entering the mind. I
became my dad's favorite psychic and torturer since I
could easily break down his enemies and because of this
I began to lose my humanity. The love of violence grew in
me and I didn't help myself when I fell in love with whom
they calling the destroyer - "Damien" he completed it for
me, I shot him a wicked glare and beckoned on him not
to interrupt me again. I loved Damien and I still do
because he was the only one who wasn't afraid of
speaking to me, he played with me, teased me and it
didn't matter to me that he was my cousin but I gave him
my body and all. I became interested in arts from five
years of age but later got interested in the raging war
between dad and the witches. The war took decades and
after countless bloodshed, we moved from...........
from........ wait, I can't seem to remember the name of my
hometown, my birth place. Anyway he urged me go on.
We moved to this town and I was able to mind control a
witch to create a cloak that would change our appearance
and completely obscure our barbaric activities. I had
always wanted a home, a big home filled with kids but I
couldn't with Damien since he was, you know, dead. Until
Mr Dean came. He was unique, you know. He was dark, I
mean tanned, tall, he had pepper-sandy hair and was
extremely brilliant. He was ready to listen even if I was
disguised as an old woman to him, it didn't put him off. I
fell in love with him and decided to tweak the magic mist
effect on him. He saw me for who I was but it didn't last.
One day, the football team was playing and he was the
coach of the other team, while Damien headed the other
one. Damien's team were entirely filled with vampires
while Dean's team were filled with humans. It was a clear
mismatch and of course Damien's team were on the
winning side, Dean cried foul and was relatively surprised
that the umpires didn't see the irregularities. Damien who
was always quick to anger paid him a visit that night and
the rest they say is history.
I was mad with rage but could do nothing, dad got to
hear about it and was disappointed in me. Ever since
then, my relationship with Damien has been rocky. Then
you showed up on that fateful Friday, you breached the
mist with no side effect, I tried entering your mind I met a
brick wall, I tried talking with you in order to get close to
you to find out how to get you in bed with you you didn't
seem interested . The perfect opportunity came this
morning but instead I woke up your wolf. And that is all
you need to know now.
He shrugged and asked, "so your primary reason for
sleeping with me was to enter my mind and here I was
thinking you found me attractive " he said in a
disappointed tone. Common, I told him, I did all that to
save your life because if Damien were to find out you
were immune to the mist, you were as good as dead, but
it seems you can hold your own. "so, was any of that real;
the passion, the Stares and the frown whenever you saw
me talking with other females" he asked. What was his
problem, I did all that to save his life. "No, it was for your
safety " I retorted, "is that what you tell yourself" he shot
back at me. So that is all you could pick from my story,
huh, I asked him. "Are we fighting?" he asked a silly
rhetoric question. "I don't know, you pick one". I shot
back at him
He suddenly laughed and smacked my arse and said that
was for ordering him in bed, I laughed and told him to tell
his story.
