I wake up to the sound of a heart monitor. The dream slowly fads from my memory. Zach is in a chair next to the my bed. His face is peaceful as he sleeps. " Zach" i whisper. He's head jolts up and any peacefulness has left his face. Only pain and concern is there. "Mary." he says softly putting his hand on mine.His touch sends chills down my spine. " Oh Mary, i thought i lost you. I was so scared. Please if you ever know something is wrong please leave and don't try to take it on by yourself." Zach leans in close to me placing hes head on mine. I feel my cheeks redden as he gently kisses my forehead. " Zach, What happen?"
Zach lets out a sigh and pulls away from me. His gray eyes seem worried. " They took Nick away for observation. He kept on saying that he hurt you. Did he really do that Mary? Because if you did I Swear I'll kill him." I feel Zach's grip tighten around my bed side. I gently touch his hand. " It's okay Zach... I'm Okay. So don't worry." Zach leans his head on mine. I smell his smell and i feel my body start to ach for him. Normally me and him being this close doesn't do anything to me but I feel like something has awaken in me. My body starts to heat up and I pull back. I feel A burning Inside me. It burns deep. Zach Pulls back and Looks at me." Mary why do you smell.....different?" He Looks away from me as the word different slides off his tong. I look at him with worried eyes. " What do you mean?" I can feel his body shaking. " Your smell is more intoxicating than before...It's like...You are a female wolf in heat...I have to go Mary, if I don't , I don't think I can control myself." He rushes out of my room before I can say anything.
The only reason I know his gone is because My door is open and a shadow blocks the light. "Mary, When are you going to learn that you are not one of us?" It's the boss man Mr.L. He's 6'3 with fire red hair and ice cold blue eyes. He's the only man in my life that i look at as a father. " Sorry..Bu-" he raises his hand to cut me off. " Mary you are going to have to learn that you can't save everyone." Tears start to fill my eyes. I hear my voice crack as I ask " Is Cage died?" Mr.L looks at me " no but.." I know the words that are next. I didn't save him fast enough. " He was turned...Zack and the pack got there to late" I sink deeper in to my pillow. Why? Why was i not fast enough. " Look Mary,It's not your fault. Things like this happen more than you think." I close my eyes and try my best to explain to him what he already knows " when everyone else works the case I wont be able to do a damn thing. This is my problem. I tried running away from my past but I couldn't . We knew she would come for me....and she has. I've put everyone in danger. And with her showing up again, I'm slowly stating to awaken and the others can feel it. Hell even Zack realized it." Mr.L I don't know what I'm going to do." I feel tears slid down my face. Mr.L moves in close and places his hand on my shoulder. " you will have to face what you don't want to. We tried to stop you from awakening but it seems that we can't. When I found you Mary you were in so much pain. I kept you a secret from everyone because you didn't have control. It's been almost 20 years sense that day and you used all the power we can to keep everyone from knowing. but the ones that have been with us know you don't age like a normal keeper. If she has come for you, war can not be avoided. You're a hybrid Mary....and not just any Hybrid. A pure blooded vampire and werewolf. "
I sink deeper into my pillow. It finally being said out loud makes everything worse. Admitting it has made it real. I lay in the hospital bed looking up at the ceiling. Mr.L has left for the night and posted a few guards outside my room. My room is cold and the only light that's coming in is from the street lamp outside. How long has it truly been I wonder, Mr.L said twenty years but I know it's been longer. I feel like I can remember things before my life with the keepers. Mr.L never really talks about the day that he found me but from what a few of the other older keepers say, is that his body is riddled with scares from a case that he was working on the day he found me. I pull the cores hospital sheets up to my chin and look towards the window. The street light flickers sparking a memory deep inside me. The memory comes in short clips and blurs. I'm in the woods running, there's a pain in my side. I see my white claws coated in dark red blood. My black fur is matted and leaves are sticking to me. I turn over in my bed covering my head. I close my eyes trying to escape the memories but I can't. I see a man with fiery red hair and I lung at him tearing at every part of him. This man that has done nothing to me yet,hes has all my rage, I can barely hear his screams over my viscous Growls. I feel more pain in my side as I hear the gun shots. Of course the person I would be running from would catch up to me. I stop tearing at the man's body and turn on my attacker. They smell deadly sweet and it burns the inside of my nose. They smell of that woman from years ago. I'm blinded by rage. They fire the gun landing three hits in my cheats'. I taste their sweet blood in my mouth as I rip their arms of their body's. Their screams fuel my rage as I tear their cheats open exposing their black heart. I Pull it out, looking them in their silver eyes, crushing it in between my. Their sweet blood coats my throat burning as it slides down. My side and my chest burn like hell fire I drop next to my attacker and feel myself coughing up their black blood. I hear leaves rustling from where I left that man. He's standing up with a gun pointed at my head. His clothes are ripped beyond repair and his body looks like it's been through a shredder. His ice blue eyes lock with my dark brown ones. I don't beg for help or try to run away. Instead I look at my paws, pulling them in to me, I let my sadness over come me. I watch from the corner of my eye as the man steps closer. I growl deep and sit up. My red blood mixes with the black blood that covers my fur. The man is right in front of me, the cold medal of his gun pressed against my head. My eyes never weaver from his. For years I've been on the run, cursed to stay in this horrible form, him killing me would do me a favor. He looks me over before pressing his finger against the trigger. I can hear the bullet slide out of its holding and make its way down the barrel of the gun. Death would be so easy for me to accept right now but, instinct kicks in and I move at the last second. The bullet clips my ear causing me to double over in pain. How can this be?! The bullets in my side and chest didn't hurt this bad but this bullet is draining the life right out of me. I watch as the man take a step back anger filling his eyes. My body can't move and I truly feel helpless. My eyes widen as he fires another shot. I can't move out of the way I close my eyes terrified of my own death. It never comes. I open my eyes and see a silver bullet with a ruby tip right in front of my face. The man's ice blue eyes are frozen in shock and awe. The bullet falls to my feet. I can actually see my feet and hands, no more fur or claws. Just my human skin and body. I look at the man again and feel myself start to fall. The man is in front of me holding me up before I can make contact with the ground. His blood smells delouse to me for some reason. I can feel myself press into him and I can hear how strong his heart beat is. It's pounding in my ears calling my name and relaxing my soul. I press my head into his shoulder as tears fill my eyes. I open my mouth to cry but I feel his blood slip past my lips. I crave to bite down but I don't. Instead I let my tongue dance over his shoulder and around my claw marks. I fill new life flow into me but I'm too tired to even care. I feel my feet left off the ground and I see the night sky before I close my eyes.
I open my eyes to my hospital room thankful that the flashback was over. I never thought about the day I meet L for the first time, that hard. I guess being hurt like this and hearing that voice again did something to me. I stare out the window until the sky starts to change color. The early hours of dawn are finally here. I pull the covers off of me and walk to the window. The tile floor is cold against my feet. Pulling myself close to the window i see the city come to life. I watch as people get angry at red lights and at cars in front of them. I see couples laughing and children playing. They know nothing of this world of darkness that stays in the shadows. I turn my attention to the playground and see a mother and her child. The mother warps her arms around the kid and smiles. I watch as the kid throws her head back and laughs. I feel a smile creep up on my face as I watch them a little long. I focus hard on them so I can hear their laughter. I start to think of my mother now. How her laughter echoed in the house on warm days. I catch a glimpse of my reflection on the glass of the window and for a split second i swear i see my mother. I never realized how much I've grown to look like her even now. i mean my aging process is slowed but i still look like her. i touch my hair softly and remember my mothers words. " the long hair fits you baby girls...and lucky for you, your hair hasn't started to gray yet" she laughed at her own joke about her age. i feel tears in my eyes and i look back up to watch the mother and child play one last time. My eyes meet a horrid site. Where the mother and child stood is covered in thick crimson blood. The slid is drenched in the horrid color. my eyes search frantically for the mother and child. I feel a scream rise in my throat as i find the little girl. shes covered in blood and her eyes are that of a frighten animal. i bang my hand against the window my anger causing me to hit it with more force than normal. I can hear her whimpers even though I'm three stories up and a mile away. I can feel my bones braking under a new pressure. i watch as the glass starts to creak under my hand. i can hear people running to my room . i know they wont know what to do with me. I bang one last time against the window hearing the glass shatter. the cool morning air touches my tear stained cheeks. I climb up on the window and look for the girl once again. As if to play a crul joke on me my eyes settle on the park, The girl's with her mother her little arms around her neck. Im hang out the window My hospitail gown dances with the brez. The sound of my own heart beat drowns out everything else. I can feel it happening, My bones ache and my skin crawls. I dont waste anytime. I grabe the side if the building and climb up. My fingernails sink into the build like nothing, in a matter of seconds im on the roof. They never tell how painfull a transformation is going to be.
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Dear reader,
I know I've been gone for what seems like forever. I don't know how many of ya'll truly read what I wright. I don't know if its writers block or what but it fucking sucks. this story has been with me for a long time and I'm finally at a stand still. I'm not sure where I should go with it but I'm not giving up. please stay with me a little longer to see what I can think of.
