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CHAPTER 8
For the first time since I had started running, I took a good look at my surroundings and I couldn't believe where I had ended up. I was only a block away from my family mansion
It felt like I'd been running forever, but truthfully it could only have been 15 minutes at the most. Even though I wasn't even out of breath, my body ached and I really needed a shower. Looking down at my appearance I winced. I was a mess.
My top was ripped across the left shoulder and across my left side. Four claw marks stood out distinctively against my tanned skin. Blood still seeped from the jagged cuts but most had congealed and stuck to my skin. My clothes were matted with a combination of blood and fur. Dried blood covered most of my hands and it was no wonder that people were staring at me as they walked passed. Scowling, I took off in a quick run towards my home.
There was no way that I was going back to the Thierry's Mansion like this, other shifters and vampires would smell the blood straight away and I didn't want to get caught.
Sighing, I tried to ponder the best way to getting to my room without having to see my parents. I could either go through the front door and sneak past, or I could climb the tree next to my balcony. Quickly deciding on option two I walked slowly towards the large oak tree. Narrowing my amber eyes in determination I jumped and swiftly grabbed onto one of the lower branches. Pulling my body up onto the thick branch, I winced as the claw marks along my side re-opened. The pain was vibrant but it was bearable. My body was already healing and I had endured much worse than a couple of scratches.
After a few minutes and a lot of jumping, swinging and climbing later, I was standing proudly on my balcony. I hadn't climbed that tree in years and I was surprised at how easily I'd remembered which branches to use. I suppose something's you never forget.
Silently I opened the large door before me, the stylish metal door made no sound and I closed it lightly behind me. Straining my ears, I instinctively listened for any sounds of movement in the house. Hearing none I quickly made my way over to the adjoining bathroom, striping my clothes as I went.
The shower felt good. The warm water soothed my aching muscles and washed away all dirt, grime and blood. My left side stung a little as I washed the cuts clean, but I didn't mind as I knew they needed cleaning. Looking down at my feet, I watched as the red tinted water escaped down the plug hole and disappeared from my site. Sighing, I quickly washed my body, remembering to pay special attention to my injuries, before switching the water off. Stepping out of the glass shower I wrapped a soft white towel around my waist as I made my way back to my bedroom.
Stepping in front of the full length mirror I studied the rapidly healing claw marks down my left side. Happy to see the wounds nearly healed, I walked over to the dark mahogany wardrobe and pulled out an outfit that was identical to the one that I had just been wearing. Ignoring the dampness of my hair and skin, I quickly dressed and made my way back over to balcony door, picking up my keys and mobile as I went. Opening the door, I stepped over the threshold and took one last look around my room before pulling it closed behind me. The cool wind ruffled my wet hair and chilled my damp skin. Taking a deep breath, I smiled as my nose was assaulted by a combination of different scents.
I loved being a werewolf.
Effortlessly I swung my body over the railing and let myself drop towards the ground. My landing was smooth and controlled-every muscle responded to the impact with ease and a couple of seconds later I found myself walking towards my 'pride and joy', my beautiful sleek black Harley. It was an 883 Sportster hugger, standing just twenty-seven inches tall and eighty-seven inches long. It was a classic, lean and light, with cold clean lines and polished to perfection. It was flawless, not one scratch scarred it's paint work. Lovingly, I reached out and ran my fingertips over the large emblem that represented my pack. Painted beautifully was a large silvery moon, glowing brightly behind a large black howling wolf.
It was beautiful. Every member of my pack had the same design on his or her bike, it was a way to distinguish us from other Night World gangs.
Smiling, I picked up the dark full-face helmet that was perched on the seat and placed it over my head, straddling the bike I turned the key and revved the engine.
I could hear my parents shouting from the front entrance but I didn't pay any attention to them and a moment later I was speeding along the streets of Las Vegas. The ride was fairly short and I parked a couple of blocks down from the Mansion and hid my bike amongst some thick bushes.
Keeping to the shadows, I slowly made my way towards the headquarters of Circle Daybreak. My movements were graceful and silent and as I neared closer I soon realised that there would be no way that I could make it back into the grounds without being caught. There were guards everywhere and they all appeared to be vampires.
Narrowing my eyes in concentration, I stretched my senses to there full ability and was able to conclude that there were sixteen guards. That meant that there were four vampires guarding each side of the mansion.
Keeping to the shadows I silently made my way around the perimeter, keeping all my senses alert for any signs of me being caught. It was useless, the guards were professionals and they were all telepathically linked. I was just about to give up when a movement on one of the second-story balconies caught my attention.
I gasped.
It was her.
She was standing gazing out of the glass window and I found myself captivated by her beauty. She was breathtaking and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I silently willed her to open the door and she did.
She walked straight to the end of the balcony and wrapped her small delicate hands around the white railing. The gentle wind fluffed her silvery hair around her shoulders as she gazed out over the gardens. I found myself filled with curiosity. She seemed to be searching the darkness for something or some one, I couldn't help but hope that she was looking for me. Her gaze was drawing closer to my hiding place, anticipation flooded my body and I began to shake.
Her wide, innocent eyes held me captivated and my breath caught in my throat. She was string directly at me.
It was impossible. She couldn't see me . . . could she?
I found myself unable to breathe and I started to go dizzy from lack of oxygen. All thoughts abandoned me and I felt as though I had no control over my body.
I was frozen-unable to think, unable to breath, unable to blink and unable to move.
Everything stopped in those few moments and then her gaze moved on.
She hadn't seen me after all and I found myself sighing in both relief and disappointment.
I wanted nothing more than to call out to her. In a trance-like state I found myself gradually edging out of the shadows and away from the bushes that had been covering me. Slowly, unable to control myself, I opened my mouth ready to call out to her, but as the words formed in my throat something happened.
Immediately I ducked back into the shadows and strained my ears to listen. She was talking to someone behind her. So far, whoever it was had not spoken and I found myself filled with dread. What if she was taken? Was it her boyfriend? Oh my God what would I do? I couldn't bare the thought of another man touching her, she was my soulmate and only I had the right. I was angry and jealous, but most of all I was scared. What if she didn't want me? What would I do? I had just met her and I knew that I couldn't live without her.
It was then that I saw him.
He was tall and lanky, with a mop of ash-blonde hair and eyes that reflected strange lights. He was a vampire and I hated him already. He was touching my girl! I felt a growl well up in my throat but I forced it back. He had his arm wrapped around her bare shoulders and he kissed her forehead. I was filled with jealousy, but most of all there was anguish.
Holding back the pain that threatened to shatter my heart, I waited and listened and hoped against hope that the vampire and my love were not involved together.
He spoke as he held her protectively and although his voice was quiet, I still heard the words clearly. "So are you going to tell me what really happened Kissy?" he asked her.
I felt myself still as I held my breath. He knew something else had happened between us and for a fraction of a second I felt joy and then there was only apprehension. What if the vampire hurt her if he found out she was soulmates with another? Lamia were well known for their short tempers and I prepared myself to act quickly if he tried. I knew then at that moment that I would die to protect her and prevent her from being harmed.
I was snapped out of my thoughts, in realisation that he had called her Kissy. It was a beautiful name and it suited her perfectly. However I did not know if it was her real name, or if it was just a nickname, but something about the name sent sparks of electricity down my spine and filled me with fierce love. I never realised that a name could be magical until now and for some reason I felt as though I should recognise her name. It was as though I had heard it before, but I realised that that was impossible.
Turning my attention back to their conversation, I realised that I had missed her reply. Swearing under my breath I concentrated on listening.
"Come on Kismet." The vampire spoke to her and for some reason I knew that name. I couldn't place it and I didn't have time to think about it because he was talking again. "I know there's something wrong, I've known you too long to tell when you're lying"
I scowled as she hugged him. They were so at ease with each other and I wondered how long they had been together. The pain in my heart was increasing with every passing second and I found it harder to breathe.
Her next words however, filled me with such joy that I thought I was going to burst. I couldn't believe it. I had been so stupid to jump to conclusions and I hated myself for ever doubting my soulmate, my beautiful Kismet.
With a huge grin on my face, I listened to the rest of the conversation.
"Ash, you're like a brother to me . . ." Kismet spoke, only to be cut off by the vampire, who I now new as Ash.
"And you a sister, Kissy." Ash spoke to her "I've never let anyone harm you and I thought you could trust me . . ."
"I do trust you Ash! It's just that . . ." She sighed then and closed her eyes. It was at that moment that I realised that she didn't know that we were soulmates. I didn't have time to ponder that thought as her other words concluded my theory. " Even I don't know what happened . . . It was just so confusing" Kismet spoke softly before continuing. "What I said downstairs was true, but I missed something out. When I tried to pull him off, I felt our minds connect. I don't know how to describe it; there are no words that I could use. When we touched . . . It was like all the circuits in my body were suddenly fried, and all that I knew was him"
She cried as she spoke and I felt my heart break. I wanted to hold her and tell her how much I loved her and that everything would be all right. Instead, I forced myself to stay where I was as Ash told her that she'd found her soulmate.
However, her next words were not what I expected.
"We can never be" She cried out in horror and sadness "I am to be promised away, I just met him and I already know that I can't never live with out him . . . what am I going to do Ash?"
She had an arranged marriage. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't endure the thought of loosing her and my heart shattered all over again.
I never knew the fates hated me this much to do something so dreadful and excruciating, but most of all I couldn't believe the fates would want to hurt a girl as pure as Kismet.
I gazed up to her in sadness as tears fell from my eyes. She was sobbing uncontrollably as Ash held onto her. How could the old powers be so cruel? Why? I silently begged as I collapsed to a heap onto the grass.
Every fibre of my body was being torn apart and I gasped out in pain and grief. I wanted to scream and shout but I knew that I couldn't. I wanted to howl out in anguish and anger, but I knew that if I did, I would be coughed, and yet a part of me didn't care.
I just wanted the agony to stop.
I couldn't loose Kismet. I knew that if I did . . . I would die.
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CHAPTER 8
For the first time since I had started running, I took a good look at my surroundings and I couldn't believe where I had ended up. I was only a block away from my family mansion
It felt like I'd been running forever, but truthfully it could only have been 15 minutes at the most. Even though I wasn't even out of breath, my body ached and I really needed a shower. Looking down at my appearance I winced. I was a mess.
My top was ripped across the left shoulder and across my left side. Four claw marks stood out distinctively against my tanned skin. Blood still seeped from the jagged cuts but most had congealed and stuck to my skin. My clothes were matted with a combination of blood and fur. Dried blood covered most of my hands and it was no wonder that people were staring at me as they walked passed. Scowling, I took off in a quick run towards my home.
There was no way that I was going back to the Thierry's Mansion like this, other shifters and vampires would smell the blood straight away and I didn't want to get caught.
Sighing, I tried to ponder the best way to getting to my room without having to see my parents. I could either go through the front door and sneak past, or I could climb the tree next to my balcony. Quickly deciding on option two I walked slowly towards the large oak tree. Narrowing my amber eyes in determination I jumped and swiftly grabbed onto one of the lower branches. Pulling my body up onto the thick branch, I winced as the claw marks along my side re-opened. The pain was vibrant but it was bearable. My body was already healing and I had endured much worse than a couple of scratches.
After a few minutes and a lot of jumping, swinging and climbing later, I was standing proudly on my balcony. I hadn't climbed that tree in years and I was surprised at how easily I'd remembered which branches to use. I suppose something's you never forget.
Silently I opened the large door before me, the stylish metal door made no sound and I closed it lightly behind me. Straining my ears, I instinctively listened for any sounds of movement in the house. Hearing none I quickly made my way over to the adjoining bathroom, striping my clothes as I went.
The shower felt good. The warm water soothed my aching muscles and washed away all dirt, grime and blood. My left side stung a little as I washed the cuts clean, but I didn't mind as I knew they needed cleaning. Looking down at my feet, I watched as the red tinted water escaped down the plug hole and disappeared from my site. Sighing, I quickly washed my body, remembering to pay special attention to my injuries, before switching the water off. Stepping out of the glass shower I wrapped a soft white towel around my waist as I made my way back to my bedroom.
Stepping in front of the full length mirror I studied the rapidly healing claw marks down my left side. Happy to see the wounds nearly healed, I walked over to the dark mahogany wardrobe and pulled out an outfit that was identical to the one that I had just been wearing. Ignoring the dampness of my hair and skin, I quickly dressed and made my way back over to balcony door, picking up my keys and mobile as I went. Opening the door, I stepped over the threshold and took one last look around my room before pulling it closed behind me. The cool wind ruffled my wet hair and chilled my damp skin. Taking a deep breath, I smiled as my nose was assaulted by a combination of different scents.
I loved being a werewolf.
Effortlessly I swung my body over the railing and let myself drop towards the ground. My landing was smooth and controlled-every muscle responded to the impact with ease and a couple of seconds later I found myself walking towards my 'pride and joy', my beautiful sleek black Harley. It was an 883 Sportster hugger, standing just twenty-seven inches tall and eighty-seven inches long. It was a classic, lean and light, with cold clean lines and polished to perfection. It was flawless, not one scratch scarred it's paint work. Lovingly, I reached out and ran my fingertips over the large emblem that represented my pack. Painted beautifully was a large silvery moon, glowing brightly behind a large black howling wolf.
It was beautiful. Every member of my pack had the same design on his or her bike, it was a way to distinguish us from other Night World gangs.
Smiling, I picked up the dark full-face helmet that was perched on the seat and placed it over my head, straddling the bike I turned the key and revved the engine.
I could hear my parents shouting from the front entrance but I didn't pay any attention to them and a moment later I was speeding along the streets of Las Vegas. The ride was fairly short and I parked a couple of blocks down from the Mansion and hid my bike amongst some thick bushes.
Keeping to the shadows, I slowly made my way towards the headquarters of Circle Daybreak. My movements were graceful and silent and as I neared closer I soon realised that there would be no way that I could make it back into the grounds without being caught. There were guards everywhere and they all appeared to be vampires.
Narrowing my eyes in concentration, I stretched my senses to there full ability and was able to conclude that there were sixteen guards. That meant that there were four vampires guarding each side of the mansion.
Keeping to the shadows I silently made my way around the perimeter, keeping all my senses alert for any signs of me being caught. It was useless, the guards were professionals and they were all telepathically linked. I was just about to give up when a movement on one of the second-story balconies caught my attention.
I gasped.
It was her.
She was standing gazing out of the glass window and I found myself captivated by her beauty. She was breathtaking and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I silently willed her to open the door and she did.
She walked straight to the end of the balcony and wrapped her small delicate hands around the white railing. The gentle wind fluffed her silvery hair around her shoulders as she gazed out over the gardens. I found myself filled with curiosity. She seemed to be searching the darkness for something or some one, I couldn't help but hope that she was looking for me. Her gaze was drawing closer to my hiding place, anticipation flooded my body and I began to shake.
Her wide, innocent eyes held me captivated and my breath caught in my throat. She was string directly at me.
It was impossible. She couldn't see me . . . could she?
I found myself unable to breathe and I started to go dizzy from lack of oxygen. All thoughts abandoned me and I felt as though I had no control over my body.
I was frozen-unable to think, unable to breath, unable to blink and unable to move.
Everything stopped in those few moments and then her gaze moved on.
She hadn't seen me after all and I found myself sighing in both relief and disappointment.
I wanted nothing more than to call out to her. In a trance-like state I found myself gradually edging out of the shadows and away from the bushes that had been covering me. Slowly, unable to control myself, I opened my mouth ready to call out to her, but as the words formed in my throat something happened.
Immediately I ducked back into the shadows and strained my ears to listen. She was talking to someone behind her. So far, whoever it was had not spoken and I found myself filled with dread. What if she was taken? Was it her boyfriend? Oh my God what would I do? I couldn't bare the thought of another man touching her, she was my soulmate and only I had the right. I was angry and jealous, but most of all I was scared. What if she didn't want me? What would I do? I had just met her and I knew that I couldn't live without her.
It was then that I saw him.
He was tall and lanky, with a mop of ash-blonde hair and eyes that reflected strange lights. He was a vampire and I hated him already. He was touching my girl! I felt a growl well up in my throat but I forced it back. He had his arm wrapped around her bare shoulders and he kissed her forehead. I was filled with jealousy, but most of all there was anguish.
Holding back the pain that threatened to shatter my heart, I waited and listened and hoped against hope that the vampire and my love were not involved together.
He spoke as he held her protectively and although his voice was quiet, I still heard the words clearly. "So are you going to tell me what really happened Kissy?" he asked her.
I felt myself still as I held my breath. He knew something else had happened between us and for a fraction of a second I felt joy and then there was only apprehension. What if the vampire hurt her if he found out she was soulmates with another? Lamia were well known for their short tempers and I prepared myself to act quickly if he tried. I knew then at that moment that I would die to protect her and prevent her from being harmed.
I was snapped out of my thoughts, in realisation that he had called her Kissy. It was a beautiful name and it suited her perfectly. However I did not know if it was her real name, or if it was just a nickname, but something about the name sent sparks of electricity down my spine and filled me with fierce love. I never realised that a name could be magical until now and for some reason I felt as though I should recognise her name. It was as though I had heard it before, but I realised that that was impossible.
Turning my attention back to their conversation, I realised that I had missed her reply. Swearing under my breath I concentrated on listening.
"Come on Kismet." The vampire spoke to her and for some reason I knew that name. I couldn't place it and I didn't have time to think about it because he was talking again. "I know there's something wrong, I've known you too long to tell when you're lying"
I scowled as she hugged him. They were so at ease with each other and I wondered how long they had been together. The pain in my heart was increasing with every passing second and I found it harder to breathe.
Her next words however, filled me with such joy that I thought I was going to burst. I couldn't believe it. I had been so stupid to jump to conclusions and I hated myself for ever doubting my soulmate, my beautiful Kismet.
With a huge grin on my face, I listened to the rest of the conversation.
"Ash, you're like a brother to me . . ." Kismet spoke, only to be cut off by the vampire, who I now new as Ash.
"And you a sister, Kissy." Ash spoke to her "I've never let anyone harm you and I thought you could trust me . . ."
"I do trust you Ash! It's just that . . ." She sighed then and closed her eyes. It was at that moment that I realised that she didn't know that we were soulmates. I didn't have time to ponder that thought as her other words concluded my theory. " Even I don't know what happened . . . It was just so confusing" Kismet spoke softly before continuing. "What I said downstairs was true, but I missed something out. When I tried to pull him off, I felt our minds connect. I don't know how to describe it; there are no words that I could use. When we touched . . . It was like all the circuits in my body were suddenly fried, and all that I knew was him"
She cried as she spoke and I felt my heart break. I wanted to hold her and tell her how much I loved her and that everything would be all right. Instead, I forced myself to stay where I was as Ash told her that she'd found her soulmate.
However, her next words were not what I expected.
"We can never be" She cried out in horror and sadness "I am to be promised away, I just met him and I already know that I can't never live with out him . . . what am I going to do Ash?"
She had an arranged marriage. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't endure the thought of loosing her and my heart shattered all over again.
I never knew the fates hated me this much to do something so dreadful and excruciating, but most of all I couldn't believe the fates would want to hurt a girl as pure as Kismet.
I gazed up to her in sadness as tears fell from my eyes. She was sobbing uncontrollably as Ash held onto her. How could the old powers be so cruel? Why? I silently begged as I collapsed to a heap onto the grass.
Every fibre of my body was being torn apart and I gasped out in pain and grief. I wanted to scream and shout but I knew that I couldn't. I wanted to howl out in anguish and anger, but I knew that if I did, I would be coughed, and yet a part of me didn't care.
I just wanted the agony to stop.
I couldn't loose Kismet. I knew that if I did . . . I would die.
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