Beautiful Monster

Chapter Seven

Anastasia

It's been a week since I brought the body of my assassin to Bryant, a week since he tripled security, a week since I've left the bedroom (under Bryant's orders), a week since I've spoken to him and a week of me going absolutely, completely insane from boredom! Like, seriously, how hard is it to set me up a gaming console or t.v. with DVD's? If not that then at least let me get more books! The ones I picked out in the library where I killed that guy were left on the desk, I'd forgotten to grab them and what's worse, I haven't seen or spoken to Von since that whole thing happened. I hoped she was okay. Last time we really had a conversation, she told me about the way some things were done here. Women who give birth to boys are only allowed an hour with their newborns before their sons are taken away and raised by trainers; raised to take hits, give hits, fight and follow their Alpha's every command. The boys are not given love, care or shown tenderness. In my mind, Bryant is not raising warriors, he's raising killers. As a warrior myself, we have the skills to kill, yes, but we also have skills to protect, the skills to know when to keep fighting and when to stop fighting, we know how to rip heads off with a single twist but we also know how to love our pack and honor other warriors, we know when to execute and when to let it go; that's how I was raised. The way that things are done here, these boys are being raised to be monsters. Although, I guess, I shouldn't be surprised since my mate has a long, very long, history of blood, murder and pillaging so it's to be expected, somewhat, that he would have his pack's sons raised this way. But still.... I thought of the pain shadowing over Von's eyes as she spoke of her son and it twisted my heart with needles sympathetically. I bet she must have fought those bastards, tried to stop them from taking away her only child. And, after all that, her mate wants her to possibly endure that pain again? Son of a motherfucking bitch. So horrible.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a timid knock on my door and, hoping it was Von, I sprang from my bed and quickly opened the door only to have a pair of wide blue eyes and a tiny face look up at me. "Excuse me, miss, but can I hide in your room?" A small boy, with deep blue eyes and beautiful blonde curls stood by my doors threshold and familiarity flashed inside my mind. Could it be....?

Yelling could suddenly be heard from down the stairs and I quickly rushed the small boy inside my bedroom and hid him in my closet. To hide his scent I grabbed some perfume and sprayed all around the room, causing my nostrils to burn and my wolf to growl at me for the over powering scent but it worked. If my senses are overloaded then whoever is looking for the boy won't track him here. Now just to wait for the boys hunter to leave, I pressed my ear to the door and listened to the angry voice. "Where the fuck have you gone, Aiden! I'll beat you to an inch of your life, fuck what your daddy says!" Stomping could be heard all down the hallway and doors bursting open but whoever was after Aiden avoided my room like the plague and after I heard his yelling and frustrated stomping disappear down the stairs, I heaved a sigh of relief. I went back to my closet and opened the door. "Hey there," I cooed. "He's gone now, you can come out if you like?" The boy shook his head. He mumbled something about being too scared. I smiles softly at him. "Move over, then," I suggested. "I'll come in and hide with you." Aiden happily shuffled over and I climbed into the closet with him and as soon as I closed the door partially and got comfortable Aiden cuddled up against me, hiding his face in the groove of my neck. "Hey," I whispered softly as I stroked his hair. "It's all right." Aiden shook his head and he seemed reluctant to talk about it so I let it be for now. I thought of the way Von described her son when she saw him as a baby. Golden hair and blue eyes. She even said his name was Aiden, too. In packs, it's highly unlikely that children have the same name unless spelt differently. But, by his looks, age and name, I really do think this is Von's son. The son she never got to see again, after giving him life.

I patted Aiden's hair and asked him to look at me. When he did I asked, "Why was that man looking for you and why was he so angry?"

Aiden sighed and pulled a picture from his pocket, unfolding it he showed me a picture of a younger, smiling and pregnant Von. "I stole this from Mr Perry's files. It's my mommy."

"What files? Why would Mr Perry have this photo?"

"He has photo's of all of our mother's and also everything about us. Our birth dates, weight from every month, height too, muscle growth, psychological evaluations, how well we do in training, behaviour - everything. They have all of that information so they can train us better and teach us the things we're not too good at."

"I guess that makes sense, but still, why the photo's of your mom?"

"Sometimes, when the boys are old enough, they're given their files and photo's of families so they can rejoin their families. But, most times, the boys turn out just like Mr Perry so they don't care about families anymore. Mr Perry said, 'Until you're old enough, boy, you'll never know what your mother even looks like.' So I broke into his office and his desk and searched for my file and found my mommy's photo....but then he caught me and I jumped out the window and ran over here. Thanks a bunch for saving me, too."

I smiled. "That's okay, sweetheart. I didn't like the way Mr Perry sounded. He sounds like a giant fart."

Aiden burst into giggles and then stared at the photo he stole. His smile soon faded. "I wish I could talk to my mommy. Tell her that I love her, even though I haven't met her."

A sudden idea popped into my head, a dangerous idea that could land us in huge trouble - however, seeing how Von and Aiden were suffering, I just had to do something. "You know, I met your mom."

Aiden's went wide. "You did?"

I nodded, smiling as he cuddled into me. "I sure did and you know what?"

"What?"

"She told me about you. She told me how much she loves you...and how much she misses you. She wishes that she could talk to you."

"I wish I could talk to her too," Aiden whispered sadly.

I whispered back, "Would you like to?" Aiden's eyes widened as he looked at with shock and then disbelief. His face suddenly brightened up with a big smile and he nodded profusely and I couldn't help but giggle at him. "Why don't you come out, then? You can write your mom a letter." I then crawled out of the closet and fetched a piece of paper and a pen. I sat him on my bed with a hard book to lean on. "There, now you can write your mom a letter."

At first he was really happy but as he stared at the paper his smile began to drop into a confused frown. "I don't know what to write," he whispered angrily. I sighed as I sat next to him and wrapped an arm around him and placed a gentle hand on his head, stroking his hair softly to calm him.

"Write what you feel, sweetheart. Even of it's a little sad, she'll be so glad to know it's from you. So just pour your heart out." He looked at me with sad eyes and thanked me before he began writing on the paper.