The Prodigal Daughter part 3
Willow sighed as she stood outside the night club. She had promissed herself that she was going
to relax and enjoy herself, and not worry about her search. But she couldn't shake the images of
her mother or her most recent dreams from her mind. Her mind seemed to have captured every
detail of her mother's features, from her warm green eyes to the fire like brilliance of her
red hair. So strong was the vision, that Willow swore she could smell the vanilla scented
soap that her mother use to wear. And that was another thing! How could she have known what
kind of soap her mother used? She'd never even met the woman!
Willow's mind then turned to her lastest dreams. First, she was an observer watching
a man who apeared to be a scientist, doing some kind of experiment. He'd been going on
and on to a group of men about the "kindred" discovering his plans. "People say that when you
die, that it's the ability to hear that leaves you last. To me this is no scientific
milestone. No, true science changes the odds. Uncovers what everyoneelse is afraid to
know. Gentlemen my research has revealed the possibilty of a new breed of Kindred, using
the seed of a newly Embraced male! Forget what you know about traditional human death,
my experiments prove that once a human male has ingested our blood it is the viability
of their seed that leaves them last! With this information it may be possible for us
to repopulate without the Embrace." Willow could not understand what this had to do with her, and before she could figure anything out, the scene changed.
She was standing in what looked like a garden of white roses. It was completely void of light save the full moon shinning above her head. the night seemed to caress her skin and whisper her name like a lover and it was then that she felt someone, no something, watching her.
Willow turned and came face to face with her mother. "Their comming for you little one. Don't
fight it. You belong to them. It's your destiny Willow." Willow ignored that fot the moment.
"I need to know why you sent me away, the real reason you didn't want me!" Willow could feel the tears stinging her eyes.
"All will be revealed to you soon, my daughter I promise. Just know that you have all ways been loved and everything you desire is waiting for you. But you must submitt to waht was always meant to be." Her mother's image was then replaced by not one, but two men.
They were as different as night a day. Although, both had an intriguing darkness about them, one appeared to be wild, untamed and free... While the other seemed more polished, restrained, dark, and uncomfortable. Willow didn't know how she knew this but he seemed discontented with his very existance, and she knew better that anyone how it felt to look in the mirror and regret what you see. To not be comfortable in your own skin, longing to be someone else. Willow had finally grown out of that, and though this man was foreign to her she desperately wanted to share her knowledge with him.
The scene changed again and the same men no longer waited as she observed them. No they stalked her. Hunted her. Willow could feel their emotions their desires. The both wanted her badly, but differently. The wild one wanted to know her, love and protect her. To cherish her. But the darkone, the way he watched her, circled her form, touched her and whispered her name, ignited her blood. This man wanted to devour and posess her. Everything inside her responded to his presence, and made her feel like she belonged with him. To him. Willow couldn't help but gasp when he finally spoke to her. "You have always been mine!" The wild one suddenly reached out to grab both her trembling hands. He placed one of them into the palm of the dark one. "Welcome home Willow."
Willow, forcing her mind back to the present, sighed again and tried to stop her mind from racing. She looked up at the building's sign. "The Haven. Godess please let me relax and have fun tonight. I'll figure out everything else tomorrow," she whispered. Willow entered the hazy club she became instantly aware of two things. First; was the fact that a small group of men and women who reminded her of the "wild one" from her dream, were all watching her stupified shock; and if Willow didn't know better recognition. Secondly, she realised that at least 85 of the bodies populating the club where not human. She was starting to wonder if comming here was such a great idea, when she felt someone approach her from behind. "Welcome home Willow."