Mysteries

We had finished off and had left for our different directions. I had come home and gone straight to my room, grateful that none of my family members was in the living room when I walked in. 

It was evening and being a Friday, I assumed Dad might have taken Mum out and William would probably be somewhere with one of his Bumble headed girls. 

I entered my room and rode to the bed in exhaustion. I wanted to sleep off straight but the anxiety of dreaming about the strange man or any other thing that might be worse to a strange man, had me sitting at my desk with my phone to do some research on strange creatures. 

I clicked on the fearsome face of a wild looking creature and began to read about supernatural creatures. I read the meaning of packs and about pack rankings, including their assemblies and hierarchy of power within the pack. 

But what got my attention was the part where they talked about finding your mate and being bitten to be claimed by him. Gross. Was that what Sandy’s boyfriend did by biting her. Did he claim her? Lord!

This is insane. Absolute nonsense. I tossed my phone on the table, my breathing becoming ragged now. But how come he said I was going to die? Does one die if they don't find their mate? That is, assuming what he said is true. But I'm not a werewolf. My mum and Dad are both normal people and they do normal things. Or, are they hiding something from me? Do they? 

No, Kimberly stop thinking rubbish. 

There is no way. My mum is the last person to even ask that. It would really be funny going to my parents and be like; “Yo, Mum, Dad, I just want to know if you have been hiding that fact that the both of you were werewolves from us” or “Hey Mum, Dad, are you two supernatural creatures?” Ew! They would send me to the asylum the next morning. 

But, come to think of it, they might really confess. After all, Williams goes about the house proclaiming his love for the paranormal creatures. Everyone knows his flair for Werewolves and vampires and yet they haven't done anything or tried to stop him from having such stupid imagination of their existence. 

I picked up my phone again, to search for how possible it was for a werewolf to be mated to a human. So many suggestions were brought out but I think one caption made sense. I clicked on it and read. It said something about so many werewolves being attracted to a human and deciding to transform them into werewolves. 

What? How can that even be possible? I read forward. The writer said some of them live together and produce puppies that would be mixed breeds and sometimes even find out they're hybrids. Now I think I'm gonna blackout. Puppies? Did she just call babies, puppies?

That's it. I'm done. Fuck them. I believe the writer must be a Werewolf. Vampire whatever they are. Fuck, Kimberly, they don't exist. These are one of the million people who fantasize about the existence of such imaginative creatures. 

Dang, it. 

That dude never happened. It's not possible. But it was there. No, it wasn't. Fuck.

I jumped up from the stool and went to the bathroom to have a shower. I think my thoughts alone are going to render me mad even before the thoughts of all these sinks in. 

l sat in the tub and turned the faucet to the temperature of the water I wanted and waited till it was almost to my neck before turning it off. I poured in my favourite essential oil and inhaled in the glorious scent that often helped to ease my anxiety and dislodge every tensed vigour and rumpled emotion. 

The water was warm just the way I like. I laid back in the tub and closed my eyes in silence deliberation of what I'm going to do. Even though I had taken a resolution, I have to tread cautiously. I wouldn't want to go into anything that would put me in a compromising position. 

There is no way I'm going to tell my parents about the stranger and what he said to me. They would break down. I know how much they worry over us once we fall ill or anything that has to do with life threats. Mum doesn't take it well and definitely not my Dad. 

When I was little, I had fallen down while running on the school field and broken an ankle. When my mum had been called, I remember her running into the school with tears flowing from her eyes, as though they just told her I was dead. I will never forget the bleak look on her face. 

That incident had made her decline the position they gave her at work. Because she felt she needed to pay attention to her family and that responsibility, was going to be very demanding that she wouldn't have enough time for us. 

So I'm going to put on my big girl’s pants and treat this. I have to get to the root of this and maybe, just maybe I might prove to these people that imaginary creatures, were fairytales that don't really exist.

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“Honeybunch you have to take good care of your self okay? Mum said for the God knows how many times. I hardly went out and now that I am, she was swarming around me like a bee. 

Mum brushed my hair back and laid a chaste kiss on my cheek. She went to the bed and picked up my bag handing it to me. “Here, you look as beautiful as your mother” I looked at her in incredulity.

“Mum, really?”

“Am I not beautiful?”

I rolled my eyes inwardly before responding “Mum, you are definitely very beautiful. You don't have to gloat though” she giggled and pushed me to the door “You have to move along you don't have to keep your friend waiting. Don't forget baby, be careful”

I nodded and walked faster, to be out of the door. Dad had left early for a business meeting and so did Williams and now I feel guilty leaving my Mum all by herself. “Mum, are you sure you would be okay by yourself?” 

She made a face at me “Hello, young lady go out there, and catch a man. I'm as good as a fiddle” She accompanied me outside and watched after me till I was behind my wheels and pulling out of the compound. I honked at her and waved. She blew me a kiss before I sped off down the road. 

Oh, dear me. I wish I could tell at least my Mum everything. I hated hiding anything from her. But this, this is a very serious issue that I need to handle. This has to do with death and I can't possibly find it in myself to break her heart. 

A strange man with some strange transformative abilities had walked up to me in a boutique and told me how soon I was going to kiss goodbye to mother earth and god help me, I believe him.

Sandy had asked me if I wanted her to pick me up earlier, but I had declined. I didn't want her coming all the way here just to pick me and also I knew it was going to warrant us spending more time than necessary, with mum fanning over her and asking about the latest gubernatorial elections in the country. Maybe by the time we succeed to leave, the club would be empty with just the empty bottles and dreggy smell, the only evidence of anything that happened there.

I checked my phone to confirm if I had any message but there was nothing from her. This was unusual. By this time, she hasn't called or messaged me? Well, I would be damned if she doesn't spew smoke if I'm one minute later than I am.

I didn't know how long I drove before I pulled in front of the mansion she had asked me to meet her, and called her. A door opened and she came out and ran to me before giving me the sign to get out. I turned off my car engine and climbed down, reaching out to tug my fancy tight hampers sequin velvet gown as down as I can. 

“This place is huge” I looked around. She made an inaudible sound and hastened her movement. I followed closely not wanting her to leave me behind like she usually does whenever we go to parties in school. She said it was my way of surviving without her. 

We stopped in a door which slid open and we crossed in. She stopped and face me, her khol painted eye glittering in the neon light  “This is not like every other party you have been to Kim. These people are not like us. They're different but, don't be scared. They're really cool. They're even some humans in here who don't even know there are werewolves around them” Again my heartbeat that had managed to tame down, began an earnest thump. 

I was nervous and terrified afresh. What if I meet that guy here? Or even what if I meet my so-called mate?. Since he's a werewolf. Lord, the mere thought of me seeing or even...

“Wo! Girl, you look hot!” she squealed in a nasty way and danced about with her eyes taking me in. I began to blush, feeling maybe I was overdressed for the party. She had handed me this dress yesterday after we left the restaurant. It was in one of the bags, which she gave me and told me to make sure I wear to the club.

She wasn't looking bad herself in a red pinnocote designer very short gown, that shaped her curvaceous backside and had a slit that exposed her cleavage mildly.

She giggled and waved me forward. We walked down to the building and stopped when we reached a door that slid open and we stepped in. Sandy halted and met me with a glimmer again. “ I know after what happened at the boutique would make you sceptical and all that. But I need you to relax. These people are just as normal as we are. The only difference is the transformation and all the wolf stuffs. Don't feel out of place or show any of that resentment attitude okay? Like I said, there are some humans here too can you imagine that? So feel free and have fun” she swivelled around and moved on. 

I followed after her not wanting to lose her. There is no way I'm going to be left alone in the midst of whatever she calls them... Even though I had agreed to come here, It was to know the beast that had his fangs down my friend's throat and to find out about my supposed new discoveries. 

We passed through a dark hall and busted out into a hall crammed with people. Some were sitting down while others were standing at secluded corners deep in their cups or with a partner. I stopped and nearly collided with Sandy that had come to a stop, and reached out to hold her from falling. 

In front of her was standing one of the most handsome men I have ever met. He was so tall and had elusive grey eyes that could see through a soul. I hitched in my breathe reflexively.  My oh, my, Sandy wasn't fibbing at all when she described him.

“Hey, Adrian, meet my best friend Kimberly, and Kimberly meet my boyfriend, Adrian” Sandy liked her hand with his.

I morphed a smile and observed him, not ascertaining how this delicious piece of pie standing before me could be a werewolf. I waved still unsure how to greet him but, what didn't escape my notice, was how stupefied he was standing and gaping at me without no iota of mirth in his facade.

He looked like he had seen the devil himself.