"Eliscot? Where are you?" My heart was pounding in my chest, I was willing it to stop, to still in my ribcage. Slowly, it followed my command, and the sound ceased, settling into the silence around me.
"Eliscot, you can't hide, son. We'll find you." the voices whispered, they had followed my heart to here, into the house, but now, in my sacred birthplace, I have all the power I need to hide and keep safe. Unfortunately throwing them out is not one of them.
I crept through the closet, peeking through the shutters, careful not to make any more sound than necessary. I had to get out, the need for blood was getting stronger inside. My vision was slowly blurring, blotches of black started dancing around the corners. If I held it in any longer, I would lose control and possibly kill them, but they can't know. They can't know of my powers, they already know enough to pursue after me.
"Eliscot!"
I leapt out of the bed, bringing the covers with me as I tumbled onto the floor. Shannon stood at the foot of my bed, an apologetic look on her face. "Oh, sorry about that."
I hid my scowl as I gathered the sheets and dumped them on the bed. "S'fine."
"It's breakfast. Mom let you sleep in, she wants you to stay home today..with us. To bond," Shannon made air quotes at the word 'bond'.
"Where's she?"
"She has this last minute business meeting that she just found out about today," Shannon rolled her eyes, "Urgent stuff. Emily's acting all stuck up and won't tell me anything, she never does."
I patted down the pillows, grabbing the towel that I had discarded at the nightstand the night before. "Okay, give me a minute." She took the cue and left the room.
I took all the time necessary in the shower, the jets of steaming, hot water shooting out of the shower head eased my muscles and washed away the sweat from last night. What was it about that dream? It wasn't a de ja vu, in fact, it was a series of a bunch of different dreams, but the same people were in them, all doing the same thing, chasing me. Why? I know for sure that dreams are created by your imagination, but why would my imagination create the same characters, with the same purposed, every single time? Only in different locations. Finally I stepped back out into the cold air, but I welcomed it, and quickly dried myself, stepping into some clothes I pulled out of the dresser.
"Elis!" someone yelled from downstairs.
I made my way down the stairs, "Here."
Emily had a scowl on her face, which, surprisingly, still made her look pretty with her sharp facial structures. "What were you doing, jerking off to playboy?"
Shannon jabbed her sister in the ribs, "Shut up, he's our brother, treat him better he just got here, and I know he wasn't."
Emily snickered, "How would you know?"
I ignored them, dumping cereal into my bowl and literally swallowing them. Shannon suddenly sat next to me, she slid an iPhone my way. "Yours, mom wanted to give it to you but you were asleep."
I took it, feeling the smooth texture in my hands, I've never owned a piece of technology so advanced like this before, I usually used home phones/landlines at the other fosters. "Thanks." I suddenly rememebered Chris, and went back upstairs to retrieve the napkin. He answered my text immediately.
- Hey! U free?
I sighed, unforunately, Mrs. Stellard had other, last minute plans.
- no, sorry Chris.
- its fine man hb tomorrow?
- i'll ask.
- k, u gonna stop by the lodge today?
YOU ARE READING
Moon
WerewolfElis is a foster kid who may have finally found his home. However his past has never left him and may have left him scarred in more ways than one...is his new home going to reopen those wounds or finally heal him?