LOGINA large clearing came into view. A large mansion was nestled across the far end. My eyes took in the magnificent sight in front of me. Sure, the pack house was big, but this was enormous. It was five stories tall and made of this deep red brick that had an old but warm feeling to it. I could see shadows scattered through the windows, and I started feeling uneasy. I actually ran away to a place full of vampires. I could feel my hands start to tremble at the thoughts racing through my mind. would they hurt me? would I even taste good? I wonder how bad fangs hurt. My thoughts settled as I heard Xander chuckle. "You're okay little one. as long as I'm here no one will hurt you." Although his words did little to comfort me. With his little encouragement he made his way to the manson with me trailing behind, looking for any excuses to slow the pace. Eventually we made it to the steps, and Xander stood in front of me as if shielding me from what was about to come. With a swing of his wr
As I stared at the closed door on front of me I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I turned and started walking towards the woods. The familiar feeling of nature taking over any fear I still had. The walk wasn't long, but it seemed to come much more quickly than I remember it being. My pack felt heavy on my shoulder as I reached the wall. Placing my hand on the side before entering I could feel the wind start to race and the same calm voice that I had grown accustomed to speaking. "Go to the Forest Amelia." The voice no longer scared me, but it still felt eerie. I removed my fingers from the cold stone and made my way to the clearing. He was already waiting for me. Sat beside the waters edge looking up at the moons and stars. "hello little one." His voice was low, soft. He stood from the waters edge and finally turned to me. He took in my appearance and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. My head lowered instantly. His footsteps grew closer till I could see the tops of his boots u
“My offer still stands little one.” I nodded my head unable to speak. I could feel fear fill my stomach and something else mixed with it. Excitement. Small but there. I was ready to leave. “Tonight.” My voice was small barely a whisper, though he seemed to hear me just fine. “I’ll be here little one.” He squeezed my shoulder once and turned to walk back the way he came through the forest. Before he disappeared out of sight he turned to look at me. His eyes held something I had never seen before. I didn’t have time to decipher the meaning. Instead I turned and went my own way back to the house I once called home to finish my preparation. Tonight I would leave. I would not allow my family to be the end of me. I would not be a slave anymore. I had a chance,and I was going to take it. As night slowly approached I gathered my things. The shaking of my fingers made my attempts of doing things quietly significantly harder. I didn't own much anymore just enough to fill my old backpa
My mind was quiet. The darkness enveloped me in its clutches and left me alone with myself. The quiet, the peace of it. Too soon, my alarm ruined my happiness, and my eyes shot open. Today was it. The final day before I left. I had to be inconspicuous and quiet. Any hesitation could very well be the last of me. I was certain. I knew I could do this. I just needed to go about the day as normal. Slipping off my sheet and wiping a cold, damp rag across my face from the water bucket, I dressed and headed to start my day. Most of the day would just be finalizing the fittings and sewing dresses for the party. After that, I would cook dinner and prepare my bag. As I continued making breakfast, I couldn’t help the nerves running down my spine. I knew I had no choice but to leave, but leaving the only place I ever knew as my home was far from easy. Soon, my thoughts were turned to the footsteps of my family coming to the dining room to start their day. Their voices were filled with excitement
The next morning I was greeted with the alarm and quickly shut it off. Tuesday. Today I would be helping some of the other pack members design their dresses for the festival. The work was tedious, but it also excused me from all my other daily chores until after. While it was still early there were quite a few members up from the excitement. I remember those days. The beautiful gowns and dancing. The food and how right at midnight we would go on a run together to celebrate our nature and who we were, as we goddess created us.The work piled on quickly as I had a line of men and women coming for measurements and looking through the color and design options. Most people were to excited to pay me any mind, at least I thought. When I smelled that horrid perfume I knew Rebecca was back. “Okay i`m only going to say this once so listen up human.” I nodded my head and grabbed out my notepad writing down her name and measurements before preparing her directions. " I want a strapless, floo
I felt my heart stop in my chest. The tears I felt started to make their way down my cheeks in a silent sob. They were going to kill me? I knew being a human was bad, but I never imagined they would go that far. Maybe being a slave forever sure, but not this. I carried on finishing the dishes and retreaded out of the kitchen before they saw me. Once in the comfort of my room I let my sobs loose. The tears pooled down my face as I huddled in the corner. Soon, the water dried from eyes, and I caught my breath. With my mind clearing from the initial shock of my fathers words I remembered what Xander had told me. He offered for me to go with him. His offer seemed more appealing, but I didn’t know very much about him. He could be the same as my parents, or worse. “Go to the forest Amelia.” That voice was back. I smacked my head in frustration. I don’t want to go back to that stupid waterfall there was more important things to think about right now. I spent the night unable to sleep
Please. What do you mean?” This time he chuckled. “Oh, little one. It’s simple. Our biology tells when the perfect time to shift is. For wolves it’s between fifteen and sixteen. For vampires we know around thirteen sometimes it’s a bit late coming close to fifteen. Witches and fires shift around se
I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off as usual. Unfortunately, I didn’t get much sleep last night. The voice kept waking me up every so often, asking me to go back to the Forrest. As I began my morning routine, the voice slowly became louder. My attempts to ignore it were becoming difficult. I







