White Masquerade (Book 1)

Chapter 4

*Four years ago*

It was October 29, 2009. It had been a month since I last saw my cousin. Well, not my cousin, but my cousin's son which made him almost like my cousin. I scrabbled through my journals and reread the information I gathered of him.

"Liam Moon. 25 years old. Lives in Chicago until he finishes his studies. Major in psychology and minor in parapsychology. Interests: Wingers."

For some reason I found it odd that he was interested in our kind. He never knew about my existence but that was about to change. I couldn't spend another moment alone, bearing my secret all by myself. If he wanted help in his research, I would be the perfect person to do that.

Carefully placing my journals back in my bag, I locked the motel door behind me and headed to the small diner where we were supposed to meet.

Liam thought he was going to meet a specialist in the winger world. Little did he know it was going to be a winger herself.

I noticed his blond head between the tables peeking at the door every now and then.

"Reservation under which name ma demoiselle?" The man at the reception table asked me.

"Liam Moon." I responded politely and he showed me the table.

I approached the place kind of nervous. That was it. Once he knows the truth there's no going back.

"Liam." I said and smiled.

"Oh my God." He stood up his eyes growing wide. He recognized me. I could tell from his heartbeat's rhythm. I could tell from the way his hands shook while he still held on to the table.

"Just calm down, it's okay." I said in the calmest way possible.

"This can't be. Jules you're-"

"I'm alive yes."

"What did you do to yourself? I- I was there at the funeral. You were inside the grave."

I shuddered at the memory and sat down.

"I was able to get out." I responded avoiding his eyes.

"Jules... you turned into a winger didn't you?" He asked me and I broke a weak smile. He was smart enough to know. For some reason, I was happy to know he studied parapsychology. I didn't need to explain myself too long and wanted to avoid any run-away cousin.

He understood and didn't leave the table. He didn't run away.

"Yes. I did. And I know you're interested in us. This is why I came here."

"This is incredible." He said through surprised chuckles. "When you talked to me on the phone, I didn't recognize you. You didn't even say your real name. Why?"

"What would you do if you heard my name Liam? It's illogical to reveal the secret on the phone."

"No, no. I understand. I'm just a bit shocked that's all." He whispered as if someone was hearing. For about a minute, he kept staring at my appearance, my hair, my eyes, and my hands.

"And you're creeping me out. Stop staring." I chuckled getting even more nervous.

"I'm sorry. I just... I knew when humans turn into wingers they change appearance. I just didn't know it would be to that extent. Are you sure you didn't dye your hair?"

"No!" I laughed. "It was this way ever since I awakened."

A long slim figure of a waiter stood by the side of our table and I flipped through the menu finally to settle on an exotic cocktail.