The Fruit of Forbidden Love

1 The Dancing Flames

The sound of scratching when claws swipe the floor. The sound of screams and the cracking wood. My nose catches the bitter scent of smoke, the heat surrounds me. The screams are ringing on my ears. My mother. My father. My big sister.

Here I watched as the red and gold licks the surface of a single log house. It was simple but beautiful. Just this morning it was bathing in sunlight and now it just showed the shadows  of dancing flames on the ground. Now it was burning to ashes, the once astonishing looking home was getting devoured. My body felt numb, I couldn’t move a muscle. Couldn’t do anything else than just watch. And listen.

It was our hideout. It was our home. My home, my family’s home. A single tear runs on my cheek while I watch. Just watch and cry.

Run, run. Run Rosalie, run. Those words were repeating all over like a broken record which was now on slow motion. Then I heard a howling, howling like being hurt cut my thoughts. My heart started beating faster. “Father”, I whispered still in shock. My father was there and being ripped apart. Images of him start to rush on my mind. First he was smiling, lifting me to his shoulders and then I was watching things from under floor, from narrow gap.

Moment before I was hiding with my mum and big sister. Under that log houses floor and the footsteps from above were in a rhythm “Clap-clop-clap.” Dust fell on us and in my eyes that were watering. My father was talking with people. They were arguing.

My mum was embracing me and my sister, gently waving us like we were small children again. My sister was 16 and I was two years younger. My mother was beautiful with her raven black hair and her eyes would drown you if you watch them for too long. My dear mother who screamed when a figure of a man quickly threw open the hatch to our basement. We were exposed.

The man grasped a hold of my mother’s hair and pulled her up. Then they took me and my sister. We were facing five men in black clothes. Two of them were muscular like my father was and three of them were more slick and had the same eyes that my mother has. Red eyes.

I saw them holding my mother. They were telling my parents that they would be spared if they would let me and my sister die. My parents refused and told them to let us go. My mother begged them when they took my sister, my father was struggling with the two muscular men.

A man laughed with emptiness on his sound, he was smiling disgustingly while he took his knife from his pocket. I was holding my breath when I saw what they did. I can never forget my sister’s terrified look, her crying and begging for mercy. The man with knife didn’t listen. He slid her throat and I closed my eyes to not to see the rest. I heard a hard falling sound. They cut out my sister’s head.

My mother was screaming and my father threatened to kill those men. Then the man with knife was approaching me, the other man kept me steady. He pushed me to against the table where my sister once was. The blood was sticking to my cheek. My sister’s blood, her body was just resting on the floor without any life left. Cold edge of the blade was resting on my neck and I tried to swallow the lump I was feeling on my throat.

My eyes were flickering, I felt scared. My life was over before it even started. We had been on the run for my whole life for a reason that no one else might not understand. Then in corner of my eye I saw my father change. Once he was the leader of a pack. He was one of the strongest werewolves, the one in legends.

My father threw away those men that were holding him by using his huge jaw. He got them off guard, my hopes for us to escape rose up. My mother broke free and sliced the man’s throat who was keeping her from saving my sister. They were furious, they were fighting.

I closed my eyes tight and sobbed. Something touched my back and I saw that it was my mother. She had killed the man who was just seconds ago was keeping me steady, trying to get me killed. My mother’s eyes were swollen from crying and she whispered to me that everything would be alright. I heard a sound of something resembling of a dog being hurt.

At my right was a white big wolf. It was hurt since it couldn’t walk properly. His right front paw was lifted in the air. His eyes were golden brown and staring at me. Eyes were telling me that he was sorry. My father was sorry because he had promised to protect us when he placed us to hide on basement. He promised to us when the men had found our home, our hideout.

 The wolf was fighting with two black wolves. They were werewolves as my father was. My father had bite marks all over him, his soft white fur was covered with red blood. My mother tried to protect him. She got caught by the man with the knife, he was their leader.

“Run, run. Run, Rosalie!” My mother yelled at me and woke me up from my nightmare that I was just witnessing. “Run, Rosalie! We will find you!” She screamed once more and I turned around in my heels. Quickly I run and jumped out from a window.

The sounds of my father fighting came louder. It was reminding me from a fight between three starving dogs that needed to give all they’ve got to survive. I run and hid behind of trees, out of sight. Minutes passed slowly and I still could hear them fighting. The jaws that snapped together while trying to bite each other and claws that were scratching the floor.

I fell on my knees to ground when I heard my mother yelling for them to stop. They didn’t listen. Next scream was sounding so painful that I had to hold my ears to not to hear it. Our house was burning when the man with knife come outside. No one else came after him. He was closing me and I yelled for my parents help. They didn’t come. They were gone. He was now standing in front of me, his clothes were torn out and I saw his fangs when she laughed happily. He told me that he would make it quick. He told me that “my kind” was too dangerous to greater good.

My whole body was covered in cold sweat when I woke up. The cave was dark and damp. Silence was surrounding me when I carefully listened if someone was there with me. I was alone. I have been alone for twenty years after what happened to my family. All this time I have been running like my mother told me to do. Moving from place to place and not staying for too long. Just barely I managed to escape all those years ago and still that memory is faint and I try not to remember. However the images from that night give me a show each night I try to sleep.

The running has turned more difficult. They are closing in, reaching me slowly. Nowadays I just wander in the wilderness without any real goal on my trip. I just try to survive and I don’t even know what for?

I was doomed to be alone because I was an outcast. Outcast since I was born, because of what I am. The result of forbidden love. The forbidden love between a werewolf and a vampire. I and my sister were unique, now there is only me left. The always scared girl named Rosalie.