A/n: Songs for this chapter are by:
"Through Glass," by Stone Sour
"Bell, Book, and Candle," by Eddie Reader
Yes, I know this is a minor and an adult. But you know. Don't like…DON'T FRICKIN' BOTHER TO READ IT!! For crying out loud, people. Like I give a mmmm!
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Now, I know some people, like me, hate when sometimes the author goes into the past, but I needed clarify some things for my little Abathena here.
Hell, I even was tired of doing the past thang. I won't lie on that. :)
LOL! I made this chapter more than eleven pages, niiice.
Story of Us
Chapter 2: "A Dementor's Visit"
Sitting on the train looking out the window looked like an average day for Abathena, who sighed as she leaned closer to the cold and solid glass. Nobody sat with her after she asked the ones who were occupying it from the beginning if she could sit with them in this compartment. The only reactions she got were blank stares as if she was a stranger, which she was, and getting up and leaving without saying anything. 'Well, that was a nice greeting,' she thought when she sat down in the now deserted room.
She rolled eyes as she stared at her lap. Did everyone notice that she wasn't around from this area? Could they tell that she wasn't like those creatures? She roughly wiped the tears that were streaming down her eyes. She thinned her lips and bit the inside of her mouth to keep herself in control. No, she wasn't going to act like a weak human. Was she even human? She always would ask herself when she would receive the cold shoulder.
Ignoring the loneliness, she plugged in her I-Pod and let the world surrounding her to fade out as she closed her eyes, leaning forward, and listened, letting her bright pink highlights of bangs, mixed with black jet hair, fall in front of her face.
"I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home…sitting all alone inside your head
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(No more sad voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your heaaaaddd
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah yeah
Ohhhoh when the starrs
Ohhh oh when the starrrrs that liieee"
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After 10 minutes Abathena's peaceful rest was quickly halted when the train came to an abrupt stop. Turning off her I-Pod, she shoved it back in her pocket.
"What the hell," she muttered to herself. Looking out the window she noticed a quickening of a cold draft. She looked to her other side and saw the hallway's windows were turning into frozen glass. At the edge of the window she saw what seemed like a black rag that just floated, but as she leaned closer to the window she saw a hand coming out of nowhere. She stopped herself from getting any closer and got onto the ground floor huddling to the back of the wall where the window was held of a storm scene. She breathed out and saw her breath when she snapped her head back at the door. The door was opening up by the skeleton hand causing her to press her back more into the wall. She shook her head to see if she was only dreaming. No, it was still there. It wasn't a dream. Damn it.
She sat still with her knees pressed into her chest and her head lifting up looking at the ragged phantom. It leaned in closer to her. All that Abathena could feel in her was fear within her wide eyes and her breath choked in her throat from the closeness the phantom was in. No sooner, the phantom opened its mouth in front of her. Abathena tried to look away, but she felt like her face was being held by some invisible force keeping it in place.
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Eight years ago…
Age of Abathena: 6
Where: Hungary, Budapest
Six year old Abathena skipped in the forest as she entered into the darker spaces of the forest were the fireflies flew into. She giggled as she looked up and kept chasing them. She took a small glance behind her and could still see her white gate that lead to her house.
She continued on her little adventure with the fireflies. She hummed a soft tune as she made it near a small stream where the small fireflies flew up in the air, leaving her deserted with just the crickets, the soft sounds coming from the streams as well as her voice, and her own footsteps. She sat down on the rocks not caring at all that her yellow dress her mom had bought for her, for no reason at all, was getting wet.
Soon there was a snap of a twig was broken causing Abathena to stop her humming and snap her head behind her to look what was behind her. She got up quickly and she became more aware of her surroundings.
"Hello," Abathena said into the dark woods. She heard rustling from the trees up high and looked up, but couldn't see anything. Before she could speak once more a great big ugly werewolf with dark fur jumped out with his teeth showing as it open its mouth. Abathena screamed and ran away to the other side of the stream. The stream didn't do any help. It went right through it and leaped into the air at Abathena's direction. She screamed once more, her breath much heavier.
"Help! Someone help me," she screamed, running deeper into the forest. Her dress was already ripped from getting caught by the trees. Some cuts from the pointy trees, too.
The werewolf snarled at her and jumped on her. No matter how hard Abathena tried to get it away from it, it didn't stop. The beast slapped her in the face, hard, having her vision become hazy. She tried to see, but all she could see was a blur of the werewolf's shape. It leaned in closer to her neck, causing her to kick and scream. It was useless. The werewolf had held her hands over her head. Its other hand had covered her small mouth from making any sound. She felt its nostril smell her neck making her flinch. She made a small whimper trying to get it to stop. Before Abathena could say anything, the werewolf had bit into her neck causing severe pain all through her body. She laid limp in the werewolf's grasp and gasped to get at least some amount of air into her lungs.
Abathena's vision had blurred and she couldn't see anything at all. She could hear footsteps, though, sounds of rushing footsteps coming closer to her. She then felt large hands holding her tightly and could hear cries from a female and a male, too.
Still being weak, Abathena tried to say something, "I'm…sorry, Mommy," she said in whisper as tears ran down her face. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, sweetie," Abathena's mother said as she held her more tightly, not caring that blood was running onto her own dress, "My beautiful little girl."
Abathena had closed her eyes and had fallen into unconsciousness
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"She can't stay here, Jasmine," Richard said to his wife.
Richard was tall and was well built and six feet. His hair was thick black as his gray eyes held sharpness. His light skin had turned to red from frustration from the argument with his wife.
"She can and she will," Jasmine said looking at her husband sharply.
Jasmine was a foot shorter than her husband. Her dirty blonde hair was tousled slightly and her honey eyes narrowed at her husband. Her white skin had a hint of tan on it, too.
"Do you remember when she was left alone with Abigail?"
"Of course, how can I not when it happened just yesterday," she looked at Richard with mouth gaped, how can she not?
"I'm not putting Abigail with that…that," Richard growled in frustration.
"That what, Richard," Jasmine said softly and looked at him with grief. He knew what he was about to say. She was glad he held it back, though.
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Yesterday...
It was yesterday when Abathena's parents had gone to work, not seeing what could go wrong leaving their two daughters, Abathena and Abigail, with the babysitter, a week ago when Abathena had been bitten. They didn't see the changes so they were shocked when they found that the babysitter was running out of the house in tears and scratches, that looked like they wouldn't heal as soon as one would like, covering her whole body telling them that their oldest daughter of theirs was a…was a monster! Sweet Abathena, a monster? That couldn't be right, is what the parents thought.
It just couldn't. Could it?
The parents had stepped into their house into the living room where furniture was torn into shreds and on the ground. The parents gasped the horror. They jumped when the heard a small voice from behind.
"Mommy, Daddy," a small Abathena said. The parents looked at their daughter and saw her brunette hair was showered with someone's blood. Her gown had smudges of fingerprints of blood as well as her arms. "What are you doing here so early," she asked that held such innocence. She looked around the living room and saw the destroyed room. She gasped, "Mommy, your curtains…there…there ruined!"
Jasmine and Richard exchanged worried looks. Didn't Abathena know what had happened? Hell, they didn't even know what happened?
"Sweetie," Jasmine said, as she looked at her daughter with a puzzling look, "don't you know what happened?"
Abathena shook her head, "last thing I remember was that I was jumping in my bed and Abby got a cut on her finger. What's going on?"
"Is that all," Jasmine asked. Her daughter replied with a nod. She sighed and then remembered about Abigail, "where's your sister," she asked quickly.
Abathena looked at her mother as she tilted her head. She made a small giggle that sent shivers to her parents down the back of their spines. "She's asleep," Abathena looked at the ground and shuffled her feet. She looked up, her hair had fallen on her face, "as least…last time I remember."
Whether it was by a parent's nature to do so or not, both parents rushed up stairs to see if they were told right. They ran up the stairs and opened the door quickly that lead into Abigail's room. They scanned the room and saw their other daughter sleeping soundly. They stood at the door, waiting for some certain movement. Finally, after what felt like hours, Abigail moved her body to the other side, mumbling or something. The parents sighed in relief. They could see the black hair underneath the covers as her gray eyes, like her fathers, were closed.
"Are you trying to disturb her," Abathena asked suddenly in a cold voice.
When did Abathena get up here? Was she that quick, without making a sound? Were they that in paying attention on Abigail's own safety? Where the hell did that cold voice come from?
"N-no, sweetie," Jasmine whispered in a small voice. Was that fear in her voice? Did she just stutter on her own daughter?
Abathena's eyes had darkened for a split second before changing back to their regular color and Abathena's shook her head. She smiled back at her parents, "when did you guys get back," she asked again unknowingly.
Jasmine and Richard blinked. What? Didn't she already ask this question before, when they came right through the door?
"Are you all right, Abathena," Richard asked, his voice stern, yet uncertain.
"Of course," Abathena said with a shrug, "why wouldn't I be?"
Jasmine and Richard didn't say anything, just nodded. "All right…" Jasmine said. "Well, I think it's time to get ready for bed, what do you think, Abathena," Jasmine asked, changing the awkward subject behind them.
"Sure," Abathena said with a smile, "I'll be right there."
"All right," Jasmine replied said with a smile at her daughter. The parents moved out of the room and closed the door behind them.
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If they had stayed behind a little bit longer, they would have seen the blood that was dripping down onto the wooden floor.
Abathena lifted Abigail's sheets showing the blood that were on her hands and stared at it with lust. She walked into Abigail's bathroom and turned in on the faucet and a towel. She dampened the towel with cold water and walked back into the bedroom and kneeled in front of Abigail's form. Abathena closed her eyes, trying her best to ignore the blood that now could be smelled through her nostrils. Abathena blinked her eyes and ignored the burning sting of tears. Almost done cleaning her little sister's hands, she collapsed.
"I'm sorry, Abby, I'm sorry," Abathena said as she wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"Abathena," a small noise was made. Slowly, Abigail opened her eyes a little bit.
"Abby," Abathena said with a smile. She was okay, at least she was talking.
Abigail stretched out her almost cleaned hand towards Abathena's cheek. She got a hold of it and caressed it. She made a small smile at Abathena who smiled right back at her younger sister through her tears. "Why are you crying," Abigail said.
"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Abathena said pathetically. She knew exactly what she had done. When her little sister had gotten a cut on her finger from hitting her hand on one of the sharp edges of the shelves, Abathena's inner wolf had gotten hold of her body when it caught sent of the blood. "I'm so sorry." She could've killed her, she could've killed her sister.
"Don't be." Poor Abigail, so young and innocent, she didn't even know what had happened to her older sister. "It's okay."
Abathena shook her head and let her head fall into her hands. Abigail invited her older sister onto her bed and let her cry on her bed. She hugged her older sister's form and rubbed her back. She made small soothing sounds as she said over and over again, "its okay."
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Month Later... (A/n: Sorry if you got a little bit confused on the time line of this...I just looked back at it and I was for a second confused, too)
A month had gone by and it was reaching closer to the full moon. Not wanting, to have anybody around the monster, Richard had to put Abathena deeper into the woods and into a small shed where Richard had renovated it, making it more secured of not breaking, empty, and shut tightly. The only way someone could get out was if another person opened it from the outside. Abathena understood this, as well as her parents, about this situation. The doctor that told the family to make sure no one was around the full moon, the same person who happened to take Abathena's case the night she was bitten and sent to the hospital
Abathena was led deeper into the woods by her father. The long walk was silent and uncomfortable. Abathena stared at her father's head as they walked and wondered what he could be thinking since his oldest daughter was a werewolf.
"I wasn't told exactly how this works, but the doctor did say to take this potion, Wolfsbane, before the transformation. He didn't tell me much, just make sure that you aren't wearing your clothing during the transformation, you'll need them for tomorrow when I arrive back to pick you and take you out of the room. You can't get out tonight; I made sure of it. There's a bathroom in one of the rooms where you can use. Even if you hide from the moon with the blinds, it won't stop you from changing, do you understand all of this, Abathena Harriet," Richard asked his daughter in a cold voice. They had finally reached the small building. It wasn't what Abathena was used to, making her only more scared. Where was the comforting daddy she used to know?
"Uh-huh," was all Abathena said as she looked at the ground. She heard her father open the door and then looked up. She stepped in first and took a good look around the room. It was empty; nothing was there except a few curtains, a soft chair, a door that lead towards the bathroom, and a small tray that had her dinner. Abathena tried to smile and turned back to her dad and say her fare well for tonight and her good night, but when she looked back, her father had already closed the door and was heading back to the direction where home was. Abathena's jaw shook from the loneliness that now took notice to her. She was all alone. No friends, no family, just her and this empty place. She walked towards the soft chair and sat their quietly. She looked up at the window and could see the sun was still up. She sighed and closed her eyes.
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It seemed like it was only for a few seconds, but it had really been hours after Abathena opened her eyes. She looked around and realized it was already closer to sunset. She rushed towards the bathroom and discarded her clothes. She saw in the far corner a long and thick blanket and wrapped her body around it. She stepped out of the bathroom and searched for her potion she was supposed to take. Panic ran through her body as she scanned the room. Where was the Wolfsbane potion? Uh-oh.
Before Abathena could look closer for the potion there was a knock on the door. Abathena's head shot towards the right and looked towards the window. There was Abigail on the other side, waving her hand at her, smiling at unknown danger that laid ahead for her if she stayed any longer than sunset. "Abby," Abathena motioned her at Abigail to go back at the house.
Abigail looked at her sister oddly. What was she saying? The windows where sound proof. Abigail moved towards the door and opened it and could now hear her sister way better saying, "sweetie, you gotta get out."
"But I wanted to talk to you," Abigail said, "Mommy and Daddy didn't answer my question about you so I decided to go to you in person."
"Sweetie, I'll answer all your questions tomorrow," Abathena said quickly, she tried grabbing Abby's shoulders and tried to get her out of the door before she changed. Her sister, thinking Abathena was just playing a game, dodged her sister's hand and walked away. The door shut, locking them both in. Shit!
"Abby!"
"What?"
"I-I…you have to leave."
Abigail tried opening the door, but couldn't, "I can't. It's locked."
Abathena breath heightened. She opened her mouth and was about to say something until a sharp pain hit her legs and arms. "Ahhh," she moaned and fell to the ground and got into a fetal position.
"Abathena," her sister cried, running towards her sister's cry.
Abathena looked out the window and saw the sun fading over the horizon. Her breath got shorter. She screamed out in pain once more. It felt like a million needles were jabbing her. "Abby…I…I need…I need you to…to get out of here…it's…it's not safe."
"But…"
"NOW," Abathena shouted. She made a small gasped and looked back up at her sister, Abathena looked at her with wide eyes, "I'm sorry, sweetie. Please, just do this for me."
Abigail's face was in tears. Her sister never snapped at her. She was frightened. She made a quick nod and ran towards the bathroom door. She opened the door and when she closed it, her finger ran towards the curtains and when she was trying to open the window, her finger had gotten sliced open by winding it too soon. She yelped and cried and looked for toilet paper. She tried to wrap the blood. But even if the small cloth had covered the blood, the bleeding didn't stop. Abigail jumped when she heard a loud scream coming from outside the room.
Abathena cried out in pain and felt as if her body was tearing herself apart. When would this pain stop? She had forgotten to take the potion. Before she could think anything about it, she had transformed and into a pure white werewolf. Her eyes were bright blue. Abathena wasn't there anymore, it was her inner demon now. It stayed quiet, listening at every sound around her.
Abigail, not hearing anything on the other side, no pain, open the door. She opened it wider and said her sister's name out loud. Before she could scream a fury body had grabbed hold of her. She screamed in terror.
The werewolf made a vicious growl. Its claws had made a quick swipe at Abigail's arm. Blood formed and it smelled closer to the open wound. It howled into the night.
Hours had passed and the werewolf was covered in blood. Her white fur was ruined and was damped with blood. The body of a once alive Abigail was shredded.
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Abathena's woke up, feeling all sticky to the floor. What happened? Abigail?! She looked around and saw a dead body shredded from limb to limb. Her tears formed and her hand covered her mouth. What had she done?
Still having her wolf senses from last night, she heard footsteps. She grabbed her clothes from the bathroom and roughly put them on her form. She looked up and saw her father open the door and his whole face looked pale.
"Daddy…I can explain…"
"What have you done," was all Richard said as his knees fell to the ground. He saw the dead body of his youngest daughter torn. He felt like puking right there and then. He in fact, did throw up.
Abathena's body shook. "I'm sorry, Daddy." She walked closer to her father, but he fell on his back. He moved away from her. Abathena cried out and ran out of the building. She had killed her younger sister, something she knew she couldn't take back.
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Abathena woke up and gasped at the memory. She cried. She remembered it too well. That was another price for being a werewolf, you could remember everything so easily, it was hard to forget anything. She covered her face with her hands as she blinked away the tears.
"I'm still sorry for what I've done, sweetie," Abathena said to herself. Her hands grabbed for her I-pod and went to her playlist saying, "Abigail."
She tried to breathe in deeply and listened to the song as it began to play. Slowly the artist began to sing and Abathena couldn't help to sing along with Eddie Reader.
"The blue around the mooring noon
The color of your eyes
I remember holding you
Fall through summer skies
You're everything that I've become, every word I say
I need a bell, book and candle to keep your ghost away
White horses on a troubled sea
Your smile will flash through time
Up ahead a blackbird's wing
Your hair will come to mind
Every night I see your face when I have to pray
I need a bell, a book and candle to keep your ghost away
Keep your ghost away, keep your ghost away
I need a bell, book and candle to keep your ghost away
Just before the thunder roars
I sense you next to me
And as I move through nature
I know where you will be
So I must keep myself apart, here is where I'll stay
With a bell, a book and candle to keep your ghost away
(Instrumental for 14 to 15 seconds)
Keep your ghost away
Keep your ghost awaaayyyy
I need a bell, a book and candle to keep your ghost away
(Ahhh…)
The blue around the mooring noon
The color of your eyes
I remember holding you
Fall through summer skies
You're everything that I've become, every word I say
I need a bell, book and candle to keep your ghost away
(Guitar…instrumental)
(Ahhh…
Ahhh…
Ahhh…
Ahhh…)x20"
"That was beautiful," a soft voice said that sent chills down Abathena's spine.
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