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Becks wrote: "((My birthday is December 7th :P))"((ha, what a coincidence! Your b-day is almost here))
Friday, December 7
I hug myself as I wander through the woods. The sun was just setting and snow was lazily floating down to the Earth. I had a thick jacket on, but I was still freezing. My teeth were chattering and I was very visibly shivering. I hugged myself even harder and bit my lip to keep from chattering my teeth any longer. Quiet trees stood all around me, mostly seasonal trees but there were a few pine trees. The snow was already up to my knee, but I kept trudging through. I was determined to get to my small cabin, that was deep in the woods. Two years ago I had happened upon it, and ever since then I’ve been keeping it up and livable. Nobody ever came back to the small cabin to reclaim it and I don’t expect anybody to either. It was getting darker and I still had about thirty more minutes of walking to go. The wind picked up, making my teeth let go of my lip and chatter their way again. My breath came out in clouds of frozen air. Finally I saw my cabin, a fire going in the fireplace, just like I’d left it. I stomped my snow covered feet off on the doormat and opened the door. I didn’t want a lot of cold air to come into the cabin, so I shut it abruptly.
I crossed off December sixth on the wall calendar hanging next to the door, with the blue marker that was on a little table under the calendar. The cabin was made like lincoln logs, logs piled artly one over the other.I heard my fireplace sputter, telling me it was time to add more wood or it would surely die out soon. I grabbed a few logs, from the pile of logs next to the fireplace, and lightly threw them into the fireplace, shutting the door after the logs were in. After ten to twenty minutes, the fire was hot and burning bright again.I pulled my jacket off and threw it off to my left, not caring where it landed. I would pick it up later. I fell back onto my couch and soon found sleep.
....A woman was tied down to an alter. People were chanting around her, the woman was struggling against her binds and was hyperventilating. Obviously she didn’t want to be here. A man who was at her head, lifted a dagger in the air, the chanting getting more frantic. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go and save the woman, but then I remembered it was just a dream and this couldn’t be real. “Please.. I beg of you.. this isn’t the way, Anderson. Please.” She begged. But no one acknowledged her. Silent tears sprang for her eyes and slid down the sides of her cheeks. I looked up at the dagger and saw the silver knife was inscripted with gold lettering, of some language I couldn’t understand. It was a beautiful dagger, but deadly. Before I could save the poor woman the dagger was protruding from her chest, where her heart was. Her mouth formed a silent scream, but nothing could come out because she was lifeless. Her dead eyes staring up, blood trickled down to the ground.
“It is done brothers, we are safe for now.” The man who had killed the woman said. What are they safe from? How could killing a woman keep anyone safe? This made no sense to me. Although this is just a dream, so this isn’t something I should dwell on. I bumped into a vase and it fell, crashing to the floor. The vase exploded all over the floor, sending shards all over the place. Everyone looked directly at me. “Get her!” shouted the same man who killed the woman.
I turned and ran, bumping into pillars. I crashed into a door, expecting to tumble into a hard door and get hurt, but instead I phased straight through it. Right, I am in a dream. But I don’t think this is a dream anymore, more like a nightmare. I couldn’t control this dream, no matter how hard I tried. The people kept chasing me. Before I could even realize it, I was outside. I knew exactly where I was too. I was in the woods that led to my cabin. I ran to the cabin that had the firelight showing in the window. I phased through the front door and stopped abruptly when I was staring at me lying down on the couch. But that wasn’t the thing that scared me. A man was leaning over my sleeping body. He held a rag to my forehead. I grabbed a nearby broom and said, “Get away from my body, or else.” I tried to sound strong and confident but epically failed at that. The man turned around, stunned.
“What the heck are you doing out of your body? Are you dead?” He asked. I readied myself to hit him with the broom, he put his hands up in innocence. “No need to fight. All’s good here. I was just trying to make sure you were okay. Why don’t you put the broom down.”
Was he telling the truth? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t foolish enough to believe whatever a strange man says to me. “Like I said before. Get away from my body.” I said, my voice still a bit shaky. Just as I was about to hit him with the broom, it phased through my ghostly hands and the world began to fade around me....
I gasped. What the hell? That was totally weird. That was not a normal dream. Somebody grabbed me by the shoulders, I was just about to scream when a hand covered my mouth. The same man I had seen in my dream hovering over my sleeping body was here now. “How did you do that?” He asked. I gestured to his hand covering my mouth, motioning to him that I couldn’t speak with his hand covering my mouth. He removed his hand slowly.
“How am I supposed to know? I would like to know myself.” I spat back. Why was this man in my cabin? I wanted to ask him, but held back my questioning tonge.
“Now I am going to remove my hands from your shoulders. If you try anything, I am going to have to tie you up.” He said and removed his hands from my shoulder. I got up from the couch and eyed the door and then looked at the man. I decided against running away, right now anyways. I sat down on a chair across from him. “You smell of him.”
“Of who?” I asked, snipiness in my tone.
“Silas. Why would you be going around him?” he asked.
“I haven’t been around no Silas. You’re probably smelling Drew.” I said, I moved my gaze down to the floor with my last statement.
“Who’s Drew?” He asked, curiousness in his eyes.
“Drew, kind of owns me. Currently that is.” I said, keeping my eyes to the floor. I really didn’t want to talk about this right now. I come to this cabin to get away from Drew. “You know, when he smells you on me, he is going to try to kill you. He will succeed. I would leave now and never come back.”
“Let him try” he said, and then he got serious and stared at me more closely. “Where’d you get your bruises and scars?” he asked, but I could tell he already knew the answer. I moved my sleeves down, not wanting him to look at them anymore. “Werewolf males aren’t supposed to hurt a female, they’re not allowed. He will be punished for his crimes.”
“Yeah, sure. You have no idea how strong he is then. He would have no trouble crushing you.” I laughed dryly.
“Your name Ms.?” he asked, ignoring my previous comment.
“I shouldn’t tell you.” I said.
“Your name.” he said and he fixed me with a glare. A glare I knew all too well. A dominant glare that forced you to do what they wanted. I whimpered.
“Blossom. my name is Blossom.” I said. Wishing I was anywhere but here. Then out of the quiet of the night, a loud angry howl came from outside. It wasn’t far and I knew who owned that howl. Wes. The werewolf whom Drew ordered to beat me, day and night. Wes was a crazy werewolf, who loved to have woman crumbling under his hands, especially me. Wes was the one who owned all the bruises and scars on my body. “You have to go.” I cried. Shooing him away but he didn’t move. The door handle at the front door jiggled.
“Bloss, open the door.” a wicked man’s voice said. I went to the door and opened it, too scared of the punishments if I didn’t. Wes walked in, and stopped when he saw the other man in my cabin. I wanted to just seep into the ground. I was so dead. Wes grabbed me violently and smacked me hard against the face. “Who is this?!” Wes screamed his growl, all but losing his temper.
“I don’t know.” I squeaked. He shook me like a rag doll.
“Don’t you lie to me, pet. You should know by now that your life rests in my hands.” He growled, he liked that didn’t he. He loved the thought of being in control of somebody’s life. I looked away to the ground, bracing myself for the next blow, but it didn’t come. I looked up and saw the stranger man holding Wes’s hand from hitting me again. Wes still had me in his other arm, and was beginning to squeeze the life out of me. The stranger man through Wes across the room, Wes had let go of me at some point when he was thrown. I fell to the ground, and I crawled to the corner of the room. I didn’t want to be apart of this. “How dare you! You have no idea what you had just done. Who do you think you are?” Wes growled, getting up off the ground.
“I am Micheal Brackerston. And you sir have no idea what you had just done.” Micheal said. Wes’s eyes went wide and he stood there frozen. I gasped. This stranger was the Alpha’s of all Alpha’s, he is the King of all werewolves, and he is right here in front of me. I couldn’t believe it.
“I didn’t! I swear! Drew forced me to. He told me if I didn’t abuse her, then he would kill my wife. I swear I tell the truth!” Wes tried to get himself out of trouble. But I could tell his lies fell on deaf ears. One second Micheal was standing there and in the next he was a werewolf and was biting Wes’s neck. I knew there was no chance for escape for Wes. Before Micheal could finish off with Wes, I slipped out the door and ran. Even if Micheal was King Alpha, that doesn’t change things. I still belonged to Drew. There was nothing Micheal could do to sever Drew’s and my bond. Something sharp exploded from my side, and I looked down and saw it was a dart. I stopped and leaned against a tree. With shaking hands I pulled out the dart and let it fall to the ground. I felt dizzy, and began to slide down the tree to the snow covered ground. Somebody picked me up, probably Micheal, but my vision was too fuzzy to make out anything.