Bloodline (Completed)

7

I wake up with heavy chains around my wrists. I've never had chains on me before. Okay. Yes, I have, but not in any fun way.

God, I'm making this worse for myself, aren't I?

What I'm trying to say is that I have been tied up like this before, but it was because I was turning into a skinwalker. I was becoming the primary form of a skinwalker, a white creature typically on all fours with big, black eyes, long and spindly limbs, and sharp talons. The creature is known to kill anything without discrimination. It happens when you turn thirteen. You take on your first transformation, and then you will later be able to learn how to morph at will. You'll be able to do so much when you find out how to morph at will.

My thoughts go to the past couple months.

I was basically living there in the backyard of Nick's house, with all the others. I was getting closer to the others, and I was getting to really like Nick, really getting to know him.

But then this had to happen. And I am now trapped in a dark room and chained to the wall. Sitting on the cold, dirty floor. And waiting for something to happen.

I don't know how long I've been sitting here with the chains on my wrists. I don't know how much time passes before Annabelle comes back in here, turning on the blindingly bright lights.

She sweeps into the room, turning on her heels and humming softly. She smiles a bit darkly and braces her hands on her knees as she bends over to look at me.

Her eyes are grayish green, and her scent is all off. I don't know what exactly it is that she's doing, but I do know that she's going something bad.

"Come to kick me while I am down?" I ask.

She chuckles. "Maybe later. Right now, I'm here to tell you the purpose of your stay here."

"Ooh. I can hardly wait," I say, rolling my eyes.

She narrows her eyes at me. "You are here for a couple different reasons. But the main one is I need you out of the way."

"I'm a teenager. How was I in your way?"

"You were going to become what I should become. You were going to be Leader of the Clan, and I couldn't let that happen."

I shake my head. "You're seriously jealous of me? Wow."

She hisses. "I know you think you're all that. But you're not. You're mine."

Then she leaves, and I'm wondering if I just got kidnapped by a lunatic.