"THANK YOU SWEETIE." LIZ SAID, AS SHE LAID THE REST OF HER BODY ON THE SOFA. All parts of her body ached, a soreness that never seemed to leave her stomach. Even though it had healed a few hours ago, there wasn't a trace of her stabbing wound, it was as if it never happened. Nothing but an ache was left and soon, not even that.
"It's fine mom." Alison said. Watching her mother's eyes slowly close, sleeping. Taking a moment to rest her body, all she needed was rest. "If you need anything, just give me a call, I'll be upstairs in my room but I'll leave the door open."
"Thank you sweetie." Liz said tiresome. Her eyes remained closed, never did they open.
Turning, Alison did as she'd said. Taking those steps, neat and square, they were easy to take in one stride, and added up together they led to the entrance of her room.
Were her blood still remained, splattering the floor. The simple courage to clean it up, never came. She left it there, a simple reminder that it happened.
After that night, she wasn't quite sure if she just imagined it or it actually happened. But it seemed that it did, very much so and that was more scary than the thought of her being crazy.
How she'd heal so fast was bond her, werewolves healing was faster than humans but not that fast, it took just a few hours, days. Her's had healed within seconds, the moment Marcel's hand had extracted itself from her chest, leaving behind her heart. Her body sealed the open wound around her heart, like nothing had happened.
Her thoughts consumed her, eating her mind alive. That fear still remained to the point of her never feeling safe enough to entered her room, so she stay stationary at her door. Starring at it, soaking into her carpet.
The patch of blood scared her, even if it was hers. She once felt safe there and now, she could've be murder in her sleep. Her life taken away from before she even had a chance to live it.
Her eyes shifted from the blood to her bed. In the middle of her freshly made bed, that had been messy when she'd left for the hospital. But now it laid neat and freshly made.
Just in the middle of her bed laid a box. Red, with a golden ribbon wrapped around it with a perfect knot tied on top of it.
Hesitantly, she walked towards it. Reverently rubbing her finger along her sheeted mattress, stalking closer to the mysterious box.
Someone had been in her room. That thought alone, brought a fright inside her. She couldn't breath, it felt as if someone was choking her. Her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball in her bed, and cry her heart out. But even that now became unsafe.
Just the thought alone, of someone entering her room during the night while she was asleep, was a scare in it self, it brought shivered running up and down her spine. Someone could easily murder her in her sleep.
With caution, she untied the knot that laid beautifully on top of the box, yet a knot was tied within her stomach, with every action she made. As she removed the ribbon, opening the top. Revealing a small, black velvet box. It was rectangle, yet slightly small like some sort of a jewellery box.
Alison held it in her hands, turning it over. A note was sitting at the side. Waiting to be opened and read. 'What the...' She thought, with loss of words. More curious by the minute, as to who gave her such gift, even though she hadn't opened it yet, it felt precious. Something she'd never have been gifted before.
But before she even thought about what the note said, she opened the box. Revealing a pendent of some sort, upon the humble chain was a Celtic pendant, the symbol of virtues interwoven and all set with a green stone. It was beautiful. Never was she gift such things.
'Whoever it was from, they had good taste.' She thought, grasping the chain within her hand, running her fingers along its silver. Why it didn't burn her, was more confusing than the necklace itself. Maybe it was sealed with some sort of magic, her aunt had done many spells like that before. But somehow this one was different, she felt the magic course through her veins.
Alison finally picked the note up, this time she read what it said inside-
'Dear Alison,
Thank you again for your willingness to help. I'm truly sorry you were dragged into this, my intentions was never to put you in harms way. I hope you can accept my apology. A gift for you, hope you like it.
Marcel.'
The note fell to the ground, the moment his name came into view. He had returned back the her room. 'No...' She thought, breathing suddenly became far more difficult than before. The idea of him coming back to her, was an uneasy feeling and that feeling left a door open, telling her it wasn't the last. Like he wasn't quite done with her, but what did he want, there was nothing she could give him.
The gesture itself was sweet, but she wasn't fooled. He was twisted and dark, even his gestures had a weird twist to them. Whatever this item was for, it defiantly wasn't because he was sorry... if he had been regretful, he wouldn't have done it.
"Alison?" Her mother's voice bring her back to her reality. Causing her to jump slightly, in a scare.
"Coming." She shouted hastily. With a hurry she put everything back in the box. The note and the necklace. Dumping it under the bed out of sight, for no one to see or find. Something like this, she would never tell a soul, not even Haile.
He was a tyrant. A terrorist that had caused so much bloodshed. The blood that he had shed, blood of her people, her father's blood. At least she assumed it might've been him. Who else would it have been?
Rushing down the steps, making her way back to her mother. Who had suddenly stood up, talking in a hushed tone.
"I can't believe you brought him back here..." She heard her mother say. Angry, upset.
The closer she got the, harsher her mother's words hit. "His a murderer. Get rid of him now..."
"Mom?" Alison cut her off, suddenly the harsh feature she had disappeared in an instant. In front of her mother, was her aunt who looked exhausted like she'd walked for eternity. "Aunt Emily."
"Hey kiddo." She greet. The relief she felt inside was great, nothing had happen to her. She was fine, healthy and still here.
"Emily, don't." Liz said sternly.
But her aunt completely ignored her. "I found him." She said. But her words confused her, nothing made sense. Who did she find?
"I'm sorry?" Alison said, the uncertainty lacing her words. But her aunt's smile left her, as it suddenly turned upside down.
"He didn't..." She spoke, with worry in her eyes. Anger, that swim in the pool of her brown eyes. "That bastard..." She said once more.
"I've I missed something? What are we talking about?" Alison asked eager to grasp what Emily was saying.
"Who are we talking about?" She tried asking once more, but it was hopeless to even try, she knew she wasn't going to get any answers.
"It doesn't matter." Her mother interjected, but it did matter. It mattered a lot.
Lately nothing really made sense, her life had taken a turn for the worse. From Marcel suddenly terrorising her family and now to being shut in the dark. Being pushed out felt isolating, something she really couldn't handle. And no matter how much she reached out to someone, no one made the effort to explain anything, or to simply let her in.
"Emily." Someone spoke. It was deep and laced with musical notes, soft like milk and honey. A voice that seemed all too familiar but never could she put a finger on it.
Alison turned all too quickly, curious as to who it was. When she'd turned she was met with the same vibrant green eyes that haunted her mind. Her watery eyes enlarged and the hairs on the nape of her neck bristled. A gaggle of goose pimples laminated her naked skin.
She saw it, the similarities in his features. The same ones that had haunted her mind. Her dreams. From the shape of his face, to his nose, mouth, height, everything seemed to imitate him. The very same guy that had plunged his hand within her heart. 'It can't be...' She thought.
Her breath caught once agin within her throat, breathing became hard. That sudden need to run, to leave was strong. Turning her head slightly, look over her should at her mother and her aunt, "Excuse me, I need to leave." Alison announced suddenly, catch them all by surprise.
"What?... Alison honey, are you okay?" Liz asked, with worry lacing her features. Liz tried her hardest to grasp her daughters hand, to stop her from leaving but she'd fled before she had a chance. Running out the door with speed. Just like a blur.