Purple waves cascaded from a small form of a young girl just barely entering adulthood. Her shin was pale against the royal purple and her hair fell down the gown like a blond waterfall. Her eyes were downcast and glistening with tears. Her lips were moist and slightly quivering. Her arms were crossed hugging her body tightly as if she was trying to holding every ounce of body heat from the cold night air.
Her bare feet felt every drop of dew on the grass as she slowly walked through the forest. She stopped by a large pine tree and looked up into its endless branches. Her mind followed each leaf and made a pattern that fit her lifestyle. She saw her family and friends. Good memories filled her mind and she smiled as her eyes glazed over.
She remembered when she was young and her dad would toss her in the air and she would laugh then plead to go higher and her mother would dress her in old dresses and play tea party with her every night. Tons of friends were over every day playing various games and each moment was treasured by a series of photo albums her mother made up for her.
The house had three bedrooms and looked like it came from a design magazine. Everything was perfect; each stain that ever graced the carpet disappeared at night as if little fairies came and cleaned it with magic. The girl laughed as she pictured the fairies dancing around furniture and cleaning various messes the girl had made when she was little.
A crow cawed at the sky and the girls head shot up and followed the flight of the crow. The memory of that day came back. Her parents grabbed her right when she got back from school and demanded that she pack all of her stuff because they were leaving tomorrow. Bags and boxes covered the living room. She cried as she put all of her toys away because she never wanted to leave her friends behind. That night she had a hard time sleeping. She tossed and turned with tears filling her eyes. She just turned ten a few weeks ago and big girls never go into their parent's room at night.
The girl crawled out of bed and walked by her parent's room raising a fist to their door. After a second thought she continued to the kitchen and filled a glass full of water and walked out to the back porch and looked up at the moon which was a small sliver of grey against the black sky. The girl frowned when she smelt something strange. She turned around to see people lighting matched to her house and the whole place go up in flames faster than ever as if gasoline was embedded in every piece of wood.
The girl backed up in terror and stood in the backyard watching her house burn. She could hear her mother screaming her name from inside the house. She tried to answer but her throat was stuck and no words would leave her mouth. In a panic she turned and ran towards the neighbor's house for help. Just as she got out of her back yard she ran into a hard body. Arms swooped down and grabbed her and she looked up to see a man with a full beard and hair longer than most women. He was wearing old jeans and a musty T-shirt.
"Let—Let me go!" The girl twisted in his arms and kicked at his shins. His grip only got tighter and soon another man with similar attire and just as much hair came up to them. "Just knock her out Ty." That all she remembered before she blacked out. Her family went up in flames, and she did nothing to help.
The young woman fell to her knees staring at the hard ground. No tears came from her eyes. She could no longer cry about the incident all of her tears were long gone. She died that night with her parents all that was left was an empty shell.
Two arms wrapped around her midsection and pulled her up. "Get up Mel. You know you aren't allowed outside alone." She followed a boy a few years older than her back to the small house in the middle of the forest. He had hair as black as the bight and tan skin that made her look even whiter. The cabin had only a few rooms that held everyone that had killed her parents. She brushed past the boy and went straight back to her room and collapsed onto the bed and tried to forget about her life and pretend what it would be like if that one night hadn't happened.
Those strange men had taken her back to this house and raised her like some trophy they could take off of the shelf and show to all of their friends. She hated every single one of them and cursed them under her breath. Once she had gotten over the shock of losing her parents they brought the subject up again. They were wasted one night and going on and on about the night her parents died.
"Ya know why we kidnaps ya gurl?" The man that grabbed her when she was ten leaned over towards her form the couch. His breath reeked of alcohol and he was more than wasted. The girl backed up and spit on his face. Before she could run away his arms struck out and grabbed her wrists. "Why ay so upset doll, they weren't even yas parents!"
The little girl began to cry hysterically, "Ye—yes they were!" Everyone in the room burst out laughing save one woman. She looked to be about in her twenties but her face was marred with scratches that have scabbed over. "Leave her alone Ty, she's been through enough!" His gaze shifted for the girl to the woman and grabbed a lamp from the table and sent it her way. "Shut up woman I'm tellin this gurl what we did why!"
He turned back to the girl and pulled her closer. The little girl had her eyes shut tight to stop any more tears. "Those rats found you in the forests yessers and they keps ya but you belong to us. Every gurl like you does. Yous a nymph and ebersy knows that nymphs are mates to all werewolves." At this moment each man in the room howled. Their necks stretched up into the air and their eyes closed. The howls rang in the girl's ears and she dropped to her knees pulled at her hands so she could cover her ears from the horrid noise.
"When ya come of age we all er gonna fight fo ya then ya will be lucky to bear the strongest man's children. If ya lucky ya won't end up scarred like that bitch." He pointed at the woman who was now walking back to the kitchen. She had a small limp to her step from various beatings. "Every wolf will come fur miles to fight fo ya cause ya a pretty little thing."
His hand wondered up the side of her face and his thumb touched her bottom lip. The girl swung her face around to rid herself of his touch. He let her go and laughed as she ran from the room. The girl ran into the kitchen and grabbed the leg of the woman. "Oh honey don't worry they won't harm ya. Just tell me when they are getting too rough and I'll step in for ya. Call me Auntie okay?" The girl nodded and wiped her tears on to the woman's pants.
"Am I really a nymph auntie?" The woman knelt down and gazed at the girl, "Yes you are, but don't worry if you get the chance most nymphs can run faster than the wind and you can run far from here."
When she turned 15 her Auntie died. She was beaten for standing between her and Ty when he was turning. She cried forte first time since the night she first found out that she was a nymph. Since then she found it hard to run away. She didn't want to leave because she felt she had nowhere to go. Now she was going to be 16 tomorrow and the big fight would take place. Other werewolves had come and were currently staying in the house. She hated being around them because they would undress her with their eyes every time she walked into a room
She would sneak out but never went too far and never ran. She always walked and to the same spot in the forest so they could find her and she wouldn't be punished. The girl sat up in bed when she heard laughing from under her window. She looked out and saw three of the men chasing a kitten around the house as the sun rose. The girl opened her window and screamed down at them. "Leave that poor kitten alone right now!" Her room was only on the second floor so Mel jumped down and landed between the boys and the kitten. Each boy looked to be around 18.
Their eyes wondered up and down her body. One of them licked his lips, another growled in lust. She turned around and picked up the kitten. It was all black with white paws and its hair was standing on end. It couldn't have been more than a few weeks old. She cuddled it close to her chest the walked away from the boys. They whistled after her and tried to call her back but she ignored every cat call. In front of the house was at least 30 guys all stretching and preparing for the big fight. It was her birthday and after the fight she would be mated to one of those hideous monsters.
Happy sixteenth birthday Mel.