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As I walked through the door of my three storey house, I heard the ringing. Taking my time, I hung my jacket in the closet and placed my purse on the table in the living room.

The phone was still ringing.

Sitting in the plush leather sofa, I took of my black 6" heels and wiggled my toes. Sighing, I pulled the hair tie from my dark tresses and shook my head.

Damn... That felt good.

.....And the phone is still ringing.

Leaning back, I looked at the phone on the small ebony table across the room. I had an inkling who it might be and was not in any haste to answer it.

  Picking up the remote, I turned on the big TV mounted on the wall and skipped until I reached the news channel. Turning it up, I listened closely to what the news lady was saying.

".....the couple were found dead an hour ago by a man waking his dog. The man reported that the couple looks as if they had been brutally attacked by some wild animal. The police have yet to released a statement as this gruesome killing is still under investigation"

Shit!!!!!

Standing up , I made my way to the phone and finally answered it.

"Now you decide to answer the phone Kat. How mature of you"

"Hello to you too Tony"
  
Tony Martina was an asshole that I did not like at all.

"I'm assuming that you saw the news"

"Yes I did. And?

"And you know who or should I say what caused that"

"I do know. But its none of my concern"

"What do you mean its none of your concern???"

"I'm not the werewolf's alpha Tony. Why don't you ring him up and tell him to go put his mutts on a leash"

I'm going to need a drink to make it through this conversation. 

"Kat........ Don't be a bitch. You know that your the best person to deal with situations like this. Don't forget who you are"

"I haven't forgotten Tony" I said, my voice getting hard and cold,"

I left that life behind me a long time ago. You people have been doing fine. And now one little killing and your begging me to come back. Fuck no”

"Things haven't been as good as you think Kat" Tony said, sounding tired all of a sudden."The council is in chaos. The alpha and the vamps are at each others throats constantly now ever since......"

"Ever since what Tony??" A chill suddenly crawled over me.

"I don't know how to say this Kat"

"Just fucking talk Tony"

"Antonio is dead Kat"

"What??!!!!"

"He died a few months ago. He said it was his time and he died. He told me to get in contact with you but things got hectic and.."

"Stop talking Tony"

My head felt like it was about to explode.

Antonio is dead.

I clasped in the sofa, stunned to my bones. Antonio was like a father to me. He was the only person who understood me completely and didn't question me when I decided to leave the place I called home all those years ago.

He taught me everything I knew and was my closest friend. He believed in me when nobody else did..... He saw the greatness and also the the not so greatness in me.

"Kat...."

"I'm here Tony"

My voice sounded hoarse.

"You need to come back Kat. To claim what's rightfully yours. The council.... They are looking for a new leader. They can't find the right pick because they know it's you. A rebellion is gonna start if you don't come back soon Kat... Please"

I couldn't believe all this was going on. I didn't want to go back to that place but it seems as if I had no choice. Running my hand through my hair, I tried to center my scattered thoughts.

"Fine. I'll come home"

"Really??!!! When?"

"I'll be there" I said and hung up the phone.

Laying in my sofa, I thought of the place that I once called my home. I hadn't thought about it for a very long time. A lot of them back home thought I left because I couldn't handle the responsibility of been the daughter to the great Alberto Dblanc, most powerful and feared leader of the coven. I loved my father as much as I thought he loved me.  But he was a bastard that lied and kept secrets that I later found out about that broke me. I couldn't stay so I left. The last I heard he was still alive and well with a son and a daughter.

My half siblings.....

Laughing bitterly, I made my way up the stairs and into my bedroom. Slipping off my tight red dress, i made my way to my bathroom. Going in the shower, I turned on the water to hot. Placing my hand against the facet, I felt a tug at the bottom of my stomach.

I haven't felt that in a while.

A warm feeling spread throughout my body to my fingertips. The  already hot water became even hotter. This did not affect me however.

   Standing there, I letting the boiling water slide of my dark Carmel skin, washing away the pain ,anger, sadness and loneliness I felt inside.

I felt the tears prickling at the back of my eyes but they didn't fall. I haven't cried in over 200 years. And I wasn't about to start now.

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