One O'clock

3.

"Hello...?" A sweet melody like voice breaks my out of my small one day coma. I flick my lids open to the sound of soft footsteps coming closer and closer to me. Immediately flicking my eyes back to a wonderful black blanket of sleep, I wonder why on earth a light was right on my eyes, I mean, I wasn't at the dentist. I don't think. A small giggle is heard before the bright light flickers away from what I can see from behind my lids. A grateful smile graces my lips before I open my eyes once more and sit up only to clutch my head in pain- I had hit the light with my head. I shut my eyes in pain. The girly voice giggles before someone hisses at her and mumbles something, "Don't laugh unless you want Master Silveri to get rid of your mouth." He hisses lowly once more as small soft hands clamped over my ears protectively, "Shut it, Casper the ghost." She hisses back at him and releases her inhumanly strong hold on my ears, "Besides, he wouldn't do that to me." She finishes and I sense the light being removed and someone taps my shoulder signalling that it was ok for me to get up now.

I sit up cautiously and slowly then flick my eyes open in the same curious manor. Glancing around the room, I notice it's contents easily and remember the small details quickly. A small vintage hand held clock, from around the 1900s sat on an old wooden bookshelf which was home to exactly 53 books, varying in genre but mostly fantasy and fiction. Particularly supernatural fantasy, as in werewolves and witches with a small amount of vampires. On my left sat a young man in around his twenty's. He stared at me expectantly with a glint of curiosity in his forest green eyes. I felt a pull towards him and brushed it off before continuing my look around. He sat on a vintage old brown leather couch that was worn down with age, burn marks and stains. Cool. Next to him was an open fire that sparked up when I looked at it, I flinched but yet again, brushed it off. I turner to the sound of a happy sigh next to me and found a small petite girl around my age with long silky blonde hair and big green eyes. I smiled at her and looked back at the guy. Twins.

Everything felt emphasized ever since I opened my eyes, I could see every speck of dust, every little rot in the wood. Everything. I could see that the girl had rubbed her hair vigorously this morning in the cause of trying to get any trace of dandruff out. I could smell better as well, the girl's shampoo that she used was cinnamon flavor and I could smell all the chemicals it held. The guy was littered with lynx and an amazing smell and I half grimaced at that-. The lynx. All my senses were up, and I felt as though they weren't gonna go down any time soon.

The burning fire had left me curious, there was no trace left apart from a powerful feeling of tingles that are still flowing happily through my veins. I had changed, that was for sure. I didn't know how, or why, but, I knew, I had changed. And these people knew what had happened.

I didn't seem to remember what memories I had apart from the burning pain before I woke up, so I didn't question. It would come back somehow. But I didn't care that I had been kidnapped or whatever. Just go with it. I was breathing.. So who cared...?

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"Mhm." He mumbles and ignores my question once again by shoving some more food in his mouth.

I sigh, "Answer me, god damn!" I say and he looks at me astonished.

"OH!" He slams his cup on the table, "She swears!" Blonde exclaims excitedly and I nod slowly, "Is that bad..?" I ask a nd sit my cup on the table feeling uncomfortable.

"Shut it Knox!" A clear deep voice booms from the dining hall's doorway. Leila, the girl twin stiffens in her seat next to me and the guy twin- Knox, Apparently - does the same, I twitch my head up to the voice and feel an even stronger pull then I did for Knox. I suppress a laugh when I see the person.

The guy, standing in the hallway, boomed with authority. His jet black hair looked as natural as my blonde tips and his solid angry gold eyes were raging with sparks of red as he looked at Knox. His tall steady build loomed dangerously over Knox's estimated height of 6'5. This guy look like he was a 7' at the least. I laughed once more, I would examine his clothes but the thing is, He wasn't wearing any. He stood, in his tall angry form, glaring at an alarmed Knox, his body covering itself in a dark red fur. His golden eyes faded away into specks and their colour was replaced by a dangerous edgy red. His sharp jaw chiseled itself into a muzzle shape along with his nose.