nyctophillia

chapter O1. finding mother

young, eye's full of hope and wonder, how funny it is how that can be taken in a single small amount of time. time is hard to define. seconds, minutes, days all matter. one could fall in love, take over a country, all in a matter of seconds, all in the inevitable march of time. yelena learned this the hard way, although it wasn't as significant as taking over an empire, it was everything to her. her heart filled with hope, but little did she know.

yelena turner, brown hair, dark eyes, curly hair, tanned skin, gorgeous some may even say, her life was not the best until one day her her life shattered, her mother vanished, her only support, she had friends just not — great friends. her emotional support, best friend. why did she run? her other parental figure gone. she had no father, he passed away from a disease.

it was an ordinary day, nothing ominous, the young female got home from school in her black uniform, her home was large, she was suitably rich, although as she walked into the large house, it was empty, she suspected her mother was off at work, possibly sitting tirelessly at her desk, her boss working her, she worked in a ceo corporate office. she waited a while, there was no sign of her, she sat in her room gloomily, even making a cup of tea downstairs hoping maybe she'll hear the sharp turn of the metal keys turning into the door as her mother sighs calling her name. but nothing. she fell asleep on the living room couch, fairly dusty, as it clogged up on the window sill, darkness looming.

it was soon morning, the sun shone illuminating the room, as she sun stung her eyes as she awoke. she stretched, carefree of her thoughts she was still half- asleep, but it then hit her, the house was hollow, her mother would typically be awake making herself some
black coffee perhaps with a slice of toast, she wasn't here. she went into her room and sat there in her bed, touching the white linen bedsheets. she saw a letter hiding under the cabinet, she opened it out of curiosity, her mother could be secretive and great at hiding things but her mother was typical, she had known her for 15 years. she looked around over and over again, her room had began to collect dust. she looked behind her clothes and realised there was a cupboard inside it. "oh. how could i not even of thought, how stupid of me." she muttered to herself. there was no key. how surprising. she checked her drawers, nothing to be found until she came across her mother's carpet, filled with circular patterns engraved into the design, a small shiny piece of metal lying there. she grabbed it and hastily opened the cupboard.

there they were, notes, letters, she planned this months ago. she found a letter addressed from her mother's sister. apparently she was staying in the countryside with her. her aunt was lovely, she had only met her twice, she was sweet and caring, though she's always felt alone, she liked it. she packed her bags, school could wait, she needed her mother dearly. she made sure to pack essential clothes, some money just enough for a taxi ride or few , and a few more items. she ordered a taxi, it took a while to get there but it finally was on it's way.

the driver put the address onto the gps, she noticed they were now at an area where there seemed to be an endless road, nature surrounding them, tall grass, exceptionally tall there was just a long road and nothing around it, seemed remote. the middle of know where but since she was headed to the countryside it was expected. "sorry i need a break of fresh air, quite lovely it seems outside, care to join me." yelena said sheepishly, she had felt quite strangled in the car, they'd been driving for a while. "of course." he replied but with a certain dark twist to his voice, she got out carefully and breathed in the cold air, hitting her face, it was windy but had lovely weather. she watched the large field of grass dance lovingly, the empty road ahead. they had soon went back into the car.

it had been half an hour later, and the car suddenly came to a stop, black smoke puffing out the back. "sorry darlin' the cars broken down, it's dark now, we could sleep in the car if you'd like." he replied, as if he urged her to stay, knowing better, she replied with "no thank you, ill walk, i'll find help somewhere.' frankly she had no idea where the hell she was going, but it couldn't be that far could it?

"cant let you do that." he replied, silent but dangerous, his expression covered with the darkness of the night, she grabbed his arm mid-air as he went in for a punch and twisted his arm backwards and punched him, he was knocked out. "asshole but then again not surprised." she muttered, whilst rolling her eyes, leaving him and running, she knew how to fight.

she hit the sharp door of the rouged car, as it scraped a line of gushing red blood, the sharp shards of glass pierced her leg, blood was soon streaming down her leg, she was hemophobic, she felt lightheaded and her heart beat fastened, she tried to just run, she tried not to look at the blood itself. the crimson was soon starting staining her lovely elegant blue frock. she ran, as far as she could. "hey-!" the man yelled in the distance, she took and look and ran, she had to. to be perfectly clear, she had no idea where she was going, what she was going to do and how she was going to get to her mothers.

after about an hour, the man had long stopped running after her, he gave up. her legs were sore not only from the glass but from walking miles. she sat down on the grass, taking a rest, she was starving. she was really hoping there would be somewhere to stay soon, it was getting dark.

after about 10 minutes, she couldn't take it, she had this annoying drive inside her telling her to get up. she walked for about another hour before seeing a dark mansion or a small castle- no definitely a mansion, a large one with vines crawling along it, but it had a certain feeling she felt drawn to it, she could never explain it, glee filled her face and she ran, although she was out of breath, she got to the door and ran the doorbell. an old lady opened the door. "hello dear— are you alright?" she asked, with a smile but with slight worry after looking at her blood stained clothes. "yes- well no, you see this man tried hurt me, so i ran and this was the closest place i thought id find help but do you know anywhere close i might be able to stay?" yelena rambled on.

"oh my, i'm so sorry- please stay here for the night and maybe i could make some arrangements soon."

"if it's no trouble-"

"no, of course not, don't be silly."

"thank you so much...ma'am" she said, hesitant to call.

"now come in, dear. do you want anything to eat? oh- and do you need a fresh pair of clothes?" she asked looking up at down at her.

"no, it's all right and no i have spare clothes." to be fair she was starving, but she felt she was already being a pain in the arse, and didn't want to bother her more. the old lady showed her to her room and once she changed her bloodied clothes and florence had cleaned out her cut softly, she fell asleep at once. it was plain but she liked it, it had raven black curtains, that hung from the shiny metal pegs, the bed stationed next to the large window, a few items littered on the drawers.

the next morning

she woke up, and headed downstairs, she went downstairs and bumped into a tall, lanky figure. curly hair, pale skin, quite handsome actually. "oh- i'm so sorry." she said. "who are you." he said