Accidentally On Purpose

Epilogue

                                                                Wolf's P.O.V.

I looked to my mom, Annelid, to make sure it was okay to leave. She was holding my newest brother, who was now two. They all said he had two hearts, but that shouldn't be possible. Then again, I shouldn't be either. None of us should. At least, that's what my sister Dyl says. She's nine now, her best friend eleven. I think it's weird to have a friend that old, but she doesn't say anything.

My mom nodded, and I grinned before sprinting out into the woods. I was going really fast, vampire do that. I'm the only one of my siblings who can raise the dead, too, and that made my dad so happy. 

I got really far from where I normally go, so I stopped running. I tried to look for my brother James, but he never follows me anymore. He's always with Mayson. Mayson's ten, too. Older friends are weird. I've been alone since my brother left for Mayson, so now I was always alone. Well, except maybe Hailey. But she talks with everyone. She's four, a year and a half younger than me.

I wanted a real friend, though. I wasn't going to get one confined with my mom and dad's friends and their kids. I've actually earned the nickname Lone Wolf. I didn't like it.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned. "Hello?"

No answer. I could see a shadow, though. And then a girl stepped out to me. She had short curly hair and icy blue eyes. Acne dotted her face--kind of like Uanai's acne, only worse--and she didn't look like a she. I could only tell because she stuck her chest out like mom and Sunny and her friends and Kitty.

"You're lost." the girl said, kneeling down. My mom warned me about strangers. She said if any bothered me, just belt out My Little Pony. I opened my mouth to start, but the girl held up her hand. "I'm not a stranger, Wolf. I know you very well. I know your mother very well, too."

"But I've never met you. How do you know my name?"

The girl laughed. She glanced around, though, worried. "I know a lot of things, Wolf. A lot I shouldn't for that matter. Well, your house is that way." she pointed behind her. "If you run into another blonde girl with longer hair, run. Okay? No matter what she says or does to you. Just run as soon as you see her."

"Okay, lady." I nodded, and began to walk away. I heard her call from behind me, "And you'll have a friend, Wolf. Not soon, and I'm really sorry about that, but you will. I promise."

I looked over my shoulder, but she was gone. I got a flashback of being on a lake, everyone had seen a girl. But then she disappeared. At first they thought she was a witch, but then maybe a ghost.

She looked just like the girl from my memory.

I went on my way home. I heard footsteps again, and I hope it was the girl. But when I turned my head, it was another. She had long, matted blonde hair. It went down to her knees, all curly and covered in dirt and a coppery substance. I hope that's grape juice. She had torn clothing, and no shoes. She was holding her left hip tenderly. She raised her head and saw me for the first time, green-gold eyes widening. She grinned.

And then I ran. I ran just like the other lady told me. Even if I wanted to go back and talk to the new lady suddenly, I kept running. All the way home.

I didn't tell anyone.

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Yo guys, it's the author. Um, not the one from inside the book. Well, kinda, but I can't do that in real life--yeah anyway, this is the second of three books. The series is named Paradox (because of one lovely lady asking why all the titles were paradoxes) and the third and final book will be Familiar Stranger. Thanks for reading my book, and again, I'm sorry if the wait for the third book will be long. I have a story list--a list of books I plan on writing--and sadly it isn't on the bottom (I, ah, go bottom to top with lists). In fact, it's all the way at the top. But I'll be willing to skip things on my list. Some can wait, others can't. I'm planning on writing one book really soon, The Lost Fairytales. One I really want to write is a realistic fiction called Worst Case Scenario, but I told someone that the former will come first so I have to write The Lost Fairytales first.

I dedicate this book to my bathroom, for always being there for me when I was up late typing and had to crap in the middle of Bob fainting.

Thanks again for reading, good night (morning, depending where you are) (And afternoon I forgot that too).