Beautifully Chaotic

Chapter 3

I push open the doors to the house and quietly move in. I feel my body relax as I lay on the sofa. I stare out the window as the storm clouds push on another round and the rain starts again.

Dylans words echo through my head and I feel guilt wrap around me I shouldn't feel guilty, I didn't do anything wrong.

I chew on my lip and tie my hair up to get the soaked locks off me. I needed a nice hot shower. One to clear my thoughts. I couldn't move though. My body and my heart hurt. The shower would have to wait.

The sky slowly darkens as night time falls and I feel as if I'm frozen. There is no way I'm going upstairs until he has calmed down and explained himself. He overreacted big time.

I'm not dead. Kinda. I'm alive and perfectly healthy. I pull the blanket off the back of the couch and wrap it around me.

My mind wonders to the siblings memories and a shiver racks my body. I push myself up and off the comfortable couch. I start to make my way upstairs towards the library.

There is this one and the one Percy and I study in. This one is a bit smaller but it holds the more important books and ledgers. There is everything aboht evrry creature who has ever existed in here. Every pack or coven or so on has a copy.

I scan the shelves to find the book I needed. I come here alot when I need to be alone, its tucked away and only Dylan and I know where it is, it's easy for me to navigate.

I pull the book with the intricate designs and greek title out and open it up flipping through the pages. "Here you are." I mumble as thunder booms from the outside world.

"Hell Hound." I murmur as my eyes scan over the picture of the beast and I groan softly.

-Not really the right definition of hellhound just my spin.-

"A hellhound is of werewolf descent. Let it be know that a hellhound is a werewolf who has grown tired and weak. They turn to the god Hades for help and ask for redemption. In return they become a servant to the god of the underworld. They transform into beasts of fire and destroy anything and everything in their path. The last hellhound was known to be locked in the depths of Tartarus as it was becoming too much for even Hades to stand. A creator who hates his own creation. It is said that one day the immortal of child of goddess and lycan will cause such a shift in the realms that Hades and his brothers, will release the hellhound one final time in an attempt to test the childs abilities and gifts. His brothers, Poseidon and Zeus, have heard this prophecy and cannot stop the hound, for they too want to see what the child is capable of. The hellhound is fast and a trickster, beautiful and perfect to lure in its prey. Beware the devilish hound and its tricks for its beauty is only on the outisde." I mumble as I shiver and slam the book shut.

"Shit." I whisper as the silence in the room makes my ears ring. "That can't be right, that sounds like bullshit, the gods aren't real." I whisper to myself as my mind reels.

Then again I did think werewolves and the moon goddess wasn't real either. Theres a whole list of creatures I didn't know existed let's just throw the gods on there too.

I feel my stomach clench. That was a hellhound that destroyed their village. I get up and walk out of the library my nerves fried.

Dylan walks out of his office at the same time and I mentally groan. Should I tell him? His eyes meet mine and his smile falls as he walks to the bedroom and slams the door. I feel my heart clench and shatter as I walk back down stairs. Guess thats a no.

"He needs to get his panties unraveled." I mumble as I draw the curtains closed and turn on the TV. I rest my head on a pillow from the couch and snuggle into the soft blanket as I lay on my side on the firm couch.

My eyes scan the picture on the screen and I smile as The Golden Girls comes on. When my other mother was still alive we would stay up late and cuddle close on the couch and watch this.

I feel a tear slip down my cheek at the thought of them. I missed them. I love my family now, my real parents and Dylan and evryone, but I missed them. They raised me and taught me right from wrong. How to love and not hate. They taught me to be who I am and I am forever grateful for that. I should've tried to save her that night. Instead I was a coward, something they didn't teach me.

I wiped my tears away and cleared my head as I focused my attention back on the screen.

Today was one of the worst days I've had in a while and something tells me that this was just the beginning.

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~scarletbride30