RUNNING WAS HER WAY TO FEEL POWER IN A LIFE WHERE SHE HAD NONE. Alison converted her motional pain into miles as she ran in her natural form. Her wolf form. It was become free or surrender, there wasn't any other way.
She was going crazy, it was like Marcel was playing games in her mind. Dancing in her mind like a free rodent, manipulating her reality. Shaping it into something that was placing risk on her mind.
There wasn't an escape from the strange madness of her reality, and she had a feeling that it was only the start to something horrific.
Pounding her paws on the ground as she ran, with a speed not even visible to the human eye. She felt the wind brushing against her fur.
The woods, her kin of brown and green, her happy place of sanctuary and jocund solitude. No matter what many aid about these woods, she couldn't help that natural instinct that tore deep within her, to run wild and free just like the creature she was.
The woods had become dangerous in the past couple of months. Many died here, the daily increased murders had risen massively in just the past couple of weeks. Actually, just right after her father's death. There was no doubt in her mind that said it was Marcel and his vampires doing all this killing.
Everything pointed to him. There was one else, well no one who had a heart of stone anyways. Marcel is the only person who did this sort of things, to spill blood of innocents. It was his reputation, nothing else would be expected of him. He was predictable in that area.
Yet somehow she felt like there was a reason for everything, there had to be. Nothing just happened because his evil, even evil people have a reason to fuel their ambitions, to have a motivation, fuelling them to committing further evil deeds.
But her question still remained, Why? She couldn't figure it out, it defiantly was in their nature. To survive, no matter how much she hated it. Vampires needed the livings life force, in order for them to survive. It was their weakness, an immense hunger they couldn't control so they gave into those cravings.
Alison slowed her pace to a gentle walk, as she came into a clearing. The house stared right at her, Haile's house was right there just seconds away from her.
The need to talk to someone she felt safe with, she always felt safe with Haile.
Shifting back into human form was never easy...it was painful in many ways. Bones broke, reshaping themselves into something of none human structure. Shifting, was never easy for her, Alison struggled more than the others did. Reasons why...even she didn't know.
She let out a shuddering breath, as she waited for the first bone to break. And when it did, it was agony, like someone had jabbed a knife over and over again in you. The pain just sores through her body.
Bones crushing, bending, shifting in weird directions. Reshaping themselves to her human form. The hairs on her skin disappeared, it was like her pores sucked the little tinny furs of her wolf's body back in. Hiding them from a humans eyes.
The ears of a wolf, vanished. Her skin morphed in many ways. Legs, arms, nostril, everything changed.
Her skin bare, naked. She stud from her hunched position, gently leaning against the tree that was beside her.
Werewolves loved the woods, the freedom they exuded was something many of her kind craved. No wonder it was always so calming when you're in the presence of it, surrounded by its woodsy smell. Nature gave the notion of balance. Everything needed a balance- even her life.
Alison waited a few seconds, staring at the house before her. It was big and with large arched windows. Through them light would flow through all the seasons, gracing the sir without favour, it would for sure illuminate the sweet-toffee browns of the wooden floor.
Haile's parents were quite well off when it came to the finical part, her dad was a lead warrior and the King paid them quite well. Very well it seemed. She was nothing in-comparison to her friend, but it never bothered her not until now.
Haile had everything she so desperately wanted to have- loving parents, a mate and a future she could happy look forward to. While hers felt dark and lonely, the hope of it changing was no longer there.
Alison took the clothes that she'd rapped around her waist when shifting, and simple put them on. Hiding the nakedness of her body.
Taking her first few steps towards the porch that was right ahead of her, hard to miss. It was the kind of covered porch that is so popular in here in her town. Hollows Peak. Porch's her were always designed fore a place to sit, to rock, to greet your neighbours as they pass by.
Inch's away she stud, debating in her mind whether she should knock or not. Did she want Haile involved with everything? With What happened with Marcel and his little present... at fist she'd thought not to tell her, but now she needed someone to talk to.
That Decision was once again taken away from her. A pain in the back of her head had her crumbling to the floor in an instant. Someone had knot a hard object against her skull had brought her body into unconsciousness.
EMILY WAS WORRIED, HER NIECE HAD GONE FOR OVER AN HOUR NOW. What if something had happened? Marcel finally getting to her, but from what Liz had informed her, he had already done that. To get the her, that explained how he knew where she was but that made her feel uneasy.
"She not at Haile's." Liz spoke, clearly worried about her daughter. She was too. Even Grayson that sat on the sofa quietly, never uttering a word seemed worried.
"Then we should be looking for her, why are we wasting time." He finally broke his quiet exterior, seeming more on edge than before.
It was the mate bond, it was one of the effects of the mate bond. She vividly remembered her brother having that same look whenever he was away from Liz. It was cute at first, but Emily always became bitter at their love for each other. Because she'd ruin hers before it had time to flourish.
If only it had...If only she had that. To have him again, to see simply see him once more before she drove him away with her actions. The amount of times she'd spent searching, looking for him but he would never show.
She would never find him and her love life suddenly became far more complicated to be figured out, then it should have been.
"I'll inform Gabriel." She sternly said.
"I already did, he's sent a search party, looking for her-" Liz said but was soon cut off by Emily herself, she knew were she was going to say next and she wouldn't let it happen. Not this time.
"Nothing will happen to her, Liz. I promise."
"It's a little hard to believe you when my mate is dead." Liz said, turning her attention to Grayson, looking at him with a hateful glint in her eyes but it never bothered him in the slightest, in the contrary he looked relaxed and not a care in the world. Or maybe it did bother him, but never showed it.
"Blame me all you want, but he attacked me first. I regret nothing." Grayson shot back, infuriating Liz further.
"How dare you." Liz growled back. The nerve of him, she'd lost so much and now she'd have to watch her daughter be with someone that she hated so much. He even had the nerve not to feel a slight bit guilty, with what he did.
The knock came quietly first and then there was silence. All three of them stopped talking, their heads turned towards the front door.
"Are we expecting anyone?" Emily asked, besides Alison but she would've just walked right in the house, without having to knock.
Liz shook her head 'no.'
Slowly, Emily approached the door. Opening it, revealing the person on the other side. And what she saw on the other side, surprised her even more. Someone she hasn't seen in a century, not since Marcel had died.
"Titan." She whispered. A soft whisper, reflecting the doubt that interrupted her mind from seeing reality. Was she imagining him or was it really him? He hasn't aged, but his hair is short though, shorter than last time she'd seen him.