||Chapter Eleven||
Sexy Tarzan||
T A L I A||
I lifted my head up to look at Elisé who's eyes were already on me. They looked at me in calculation as her lips were tugged upwards in a small grin. Showing no remorse or care for the poor girl who had just been humiliated by me.
It almost seemed… planned.
Which made me wonder just how that was possible. They were across each other in the cafeteria. There was no way for them to communicate unless they were telepathic, which I doubt was the case here unless I've gone absolutely mad.
As I made my way to the girls bathroom I stood before the mirror.
I sighed in tired frustration once looking at my reflection. My long hair was a mess, some food and sauce drizzled on my ends as my white shirt was completely drenched in sauce.
"What a mess..." I muttered touching the ends of my hair and cringed.
I opened the tap water and rinsed off the sauce from my hair.
Only after washing it thoroughly did I look at my reflection. My hair was now wet but the food was all gone. My shirt however still had that big stain.
I shrugged.
"Better than before at least" I told myself in comfort.
Once I had turned to leave the bathroom I saw a lean muscular figure leaning on the wall which was next to the door his pale muscular arms crossed, startled by his random presence I had screamed.
"Shut up!" He hissed, wincing at the sound of my cry as he placed the palm of his left hand on his ear.
"Do you want the whole world to hear you?" His eyes glaring as he had one eye open as the other was closed. His hand rubbed his ear in comfort to it's ringing.
I rolled my eyes catching my breath, I placed my hand on my chest, as I wheezed.
"You scared me!" I glared.
It was then I noticed that he was standing in the girls bathroom.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, annoyance seeping from my voice.
"I came to see you,"
There was something about the sincerity in his voice which made my heart stutter.
My glare had softened into a stare.
"They said Cheryl dropped food on you," He told me.
I noticed the glimmer of annoyance in his eyes after he said that.
The anger.
It felt as if he was personally attacked for some reason.
His face however showed me nothing. Passive like always.
Cold like always.
"I brought you my gym jersey," He suddenly said, breaking the silence.
"Wear it." He demands throwing it at me.
I caught it with ease before I looked fixedly at its size. It was so easy to tell that it was his before he would even tell me it was. His scent of Dark chocolate and mint proved it to me. I inhaled discreetly secretly admiring the scent that I so happened to cherish.
"It's yours?" I said but it didn't sound like a question.
He nods his head.
"Your skirt is okay though, just put it on,"
I pondered the thought for a moment.
Which one was worse?
Walking around with a stained shirt in front of rich fools who looked for any excuse to make fun of someone, or wear the shirt that belonged to the person of whom they startled themselves by just the thought of him?
'Wear it.'
That voice could choke for all I care.
I still didn't understand where it was coming from. Sighing in defeat I finally made a decision.
"Turn around"
Damonous rose an eyebrow in disbelief, surprised that I had commanded him to do something.
"I dressed you countless of times, so why should I?"
I was not expecting that.
My heart stuttered upon his words and my eyes widened as a blush was quick to make its way to my face. I turned my flushed face away from him staring at the floor, allowing my long hair to cover my face.
"Turn around Damonous!" I exclaimed.
With a small chuckle he rolled his gorgeous dark blue eyes but obeyed.
Quickly unbuttoning my shirt and letting it slip off my shoulders I grabbed his shirt and put it on.
It was huge.
I stared at myself in the mirror.
The shirt slipped past my shoulder showing off the beauty spot on my collar-bone. Since the head hole of his shirt was shaped in a V it showed a tiny bit of cleavage and since my skirt was so short my legs felt so...bare. I sighed, closing my eyes in frustration.
I picked up my shirt from the floor.
"How are you in the girls bathroom anyways?" I asked, turning to him, coming to realize he was already looking at me.
Self consciousness flooded through my veins.
"You were looking?!"
He tsked with, ignoring my second question.
Pervert.
"First of all, do not flatter yourself," He told me.
The sharp pain on my lower abdomen tugged at me before it left.
"And second, I'm not in the girls bathroom. It's you who's in the mens-room, Talia,"
My eyes widened.
I turned to finally notice the urinals.
How didn't I notice them?
"And for the record-" He said, taking steps closer to me until he stood in front of me. I took one hesitant step backwards , having my back hit the sink.
"What you said to Cheryl was Perfect" Dragons erupted through my stomach at his praise, but instead of pushing him away like I should have, I only gripped on the sink behind me. Through darkening eyes his hands held the sink on either sides of me.
"Such a troublemaker aren't you?" He tells me and to be quite honest.
He was right.
Who knew I could be so troublesome? After all once upon a time I was just a waitress who finished her shift and went back home.
That was my routine.
Yet here I was practically catcalling trouble wherever I went like a little troublemaker.
"What am I gonna do with you Talia?" He asked as though it were a genuine question.
"You and your fiery tongue, you fight with Elise, and manage to piss off the whole entire table of royals" He murmured. My brows furrowed in confusion. Wait... higher class?
That stupid girl dumped all my food on me!
"You even managed to walk into the mens room" He whispered. I did not know how one could sound so amused but irked at the same time, but he somehow had managed to pull it off.
It amused him greatly that I was so troublesome. It was like finding a rebellious toddler adorable, but at the same time it irked him since my disability to become a pushover had me be placed in the most dangerous of situations.
He cradled my chin with his large hand lifting my head up to have me look at him in the eyes. My eyes fluttered subconsciously once I noticed just how beautiful his eyes were.
They looked like the waves of the ocean during an unforgiving storm. So dark...
So cold...
He brushed his finger against my cheek before cupping it, having me fall into the comfort of his touch.
I noticed something, he treated me harshly at times, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me wherever he wanted me to be with little care of what I had wanted or thought.
However, at the same time he treated me as though I were the most precious thing to him. He always made sure that he never harmed me.
As though I were made of glass, if he held me any tighter I'd crack in his grasp.
"What if someone else walked in on you like this?"
I felt his tinge of annoyance.
It confused me.
What was it to him? He looked into my eyes attentively.
"Your mine Talia" He whispered.
I watched as his body pressed up to mine as my back hit the sink. Losing control of my own body my back arched making my skirt hitch higher up my legs. Damonous's eyes flickered down to my exposed and bare legs.
"Your legs show too much" He said as if he didn't like it. Why? Were they hairy?
Hell no!
I shaved!
Slowly I watched his eyes swirl into their magical colors again.
Violet.
"Only I can see you like this..." He declared. Slowly his eyes lost their blue color, it was as if he was losing control again. Just like that time in the elevator.
"Talia-" He said. Suddenly his eyes turned from violet to blue, then from blue to violet. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes harshly as though he was in pain.
I felt his desperation.
I felt it like it was my own,
"T-Talia please..." He said again.
He was begging...
I wanted to do something.
Anything, But what? His hands grazed the skin on my legs.
My eyes widened.
That voice! That voice which led me to make bad decisions will help me!
I thought really hard looking for it but it didn't come.
``Hey! earthy dreamy voice I need your help!" I yelled mentally. Still, no sign of it. My goodness I was calling for my consciousness.
I was definitely going crazy.
I was on my own, I needed to help him. It was then it hit me like a ton of bricks. A gruesome headache twisted its way to my head. I felt his painful and heartbreaking agony but the strangest part was that it was his and not mine. I looked at Damonous, he was struggling, and for a reason that had me question my life decisions I felt obliged to help him.
It was like an instinct... Immediately I wanted to help him. Whatever made him like this I wanted it gone. I wanted to illuminate it with my own hands...
It felt... like my duty.
"Shhh '' I hushed as I ran my hand through his dark and silky hair. I pulled his head to my shoulder.
"I'm here" I whispered the words he said to me last night. The night I was panicking. This strange and powerful man took care of me. I didn't get it. It was an on and off situation.
It was either I loathed him or admired him, there was no in between.
When Elise put me through hell he came running. When Pierre said I was stuck with her in all my classes I felt his dread.
He cared for me. He acted like a king in this school, all respected him, but when he was around me he only acted as if he was a reckless teenager.
Which also made me wonder, just how old was he?
Damonous nuzzled his face on the crane of my neck. His whole body craned down just to reach me from his towering height. I only wrapped my arms around his waist comfortingly running my hand through his hair as the other relaxed the tensed muscles on his back.
"Your okay" I told him. My voice soft, as one would use on a distressed puppy.
"I'm here Damonous" I comforted. I could feel his appreciation through me.
This wasn't normal.
'Was I psychic?' I wandered through furrowed brows.
Ignoring the mental thought, I kissed the crown of his head.
"I know right! Man, Cheryl was pissed-" I jumped and practically pushed Damonous away leaving him stumbling a little as reality slapped me right across the face. I stared in horror as the bathroom door opened and voices of boys had become louder and louder, hinting that they were coming close, but before anyone came in I noticed who stood in front of them.
Bright blue eyes which peered at the situation in shock widened.
His shock wasn't strange... Can you blame him? My hair was wet, my legs were bare, and here I was shamelessly wearing Damonous's shirt.
My eyes widened, pleading for Zayn to do something. The boys didn't see us yet. Damonous turned only to raise a brow.
Just when the boys were going to enter the bathroom Zayn held the frame of the door, blocking the entrance.
"I just got a mind-link from Damonous, he's pissed, he's waiting for you guys at the gym" Zayn said turning to the boys.
"Shit!" One of them exclaimed, they scurried out quickly only leaving Zayn behind. I rushed up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Thank you, thank you thank you!" I thanked in relief, Zayn chuckled as he patted my back before hugging back. "No problem," He said.
I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek. Zayn chuckled, shaking his head before leaving. It was strange around Zayn, he seemed so lovable.... so trustworthy.
He was the only guy I actually tolerated around here. It was so strange... I turned my attention back to Damonous who looked back at me with a passive expression.
He wasn't even jealous of my encounter with Zayn.
What was I even saying?
Why should he be?
"What's a mind link?" I asked genuinely curious, ignoring our comfort session which occurred just a minute ago.
I was replied with cold silence before he had rolled his eyes.
He *Tsked*
"Of course a fool like you wouldn't know" He told me. The warmth he had given me moments ago was long gone. "We are rich, educated and wealthy here" He told me as he stood before me.
"But you?... You are poor, ignorant and a beggar. A nobody in comparison."
My heart cracked at his words.
But he didn't stop there.
"Why should I teach someone who would continue to be poor, ignorant and a beggar in the future? My explanation would offer you no difference"
His shadow swallowed me whole as he took a step forward... he towered over me like the tyrant he was and continued.
"Do well not to forget... you clean the dirt off my shoes, and you mop the floors from the dirt from my home... do well to know your place, and do not ask questions that won't matter in your foolish mind."
It felt as if someone had just stabbed me with a knife.
His words hurt...
I fought the urge to let out a cry of sheer heartbreak as the strange pain in my stomach hurt once again.
I quickly masked all my hurt and stared at him in indifference, not even bothered to get mad.
"Well then-" I said, brushing the dust off my skirt. "Since I am a nobody in comparison maybe I should just stay out of your way Mr Medici" I said before turning and leaving the bathroom.
He didn't like that. He didn't like that at all.
Well then what was he expecting? Did he want me to weep over his words? Get mad?
I won't let him feed on his pride.
He could find someone else to bother. Find someone who is willing to lose their dignity and pride for his own amuse but me?
Never.
I walked past the stupid maze of this forsaken school before I heard some yelling.
Someone was yelling.
In pain.
I quickly ran to where the voice was coming from.
"P-Please s-stop! Enough I.. I-I… I can't- STOP!"
It was a male's voice.
I continued to run until I found myself in the middle of a hall. A crowd covered the scene that went on. I pushed my way through them, ignoring the curses I got in return.
I managed to reach to the front to see a group of boys kicking and hurting another boy...
"Demetrius please stop!" The boy howled in pain. I watched as a smirking boy stood there unfazed by the boy's cries. His dirty blonde hair was messily waved as his dark green eyes swirled with sadistic hatred. His foot stepped on the helpless boys' neck pushing harder as his friends stood by his side laughing at the scene at hand.
I couldn't help but wonder;
This was funny to people?
I watched as the boy began to lose consciousness as he choked on his own saliva. He tried pushing the foot away but the blonde boy was way too strong. The blonde only tilted his head to the side showing off his sharp jaw.
"Stupid boy, begging won't get you anywhere." He chides. The boy was certainly attractive. He had owned sun-kissed skin, a muscular body, and beautiful blonde locks which had slightly covered his vivid green eyes. Just as the boy's eyes rolled to the back of his head my feet ran to their own accord.
"Stop it!" I demanded.
"Leave him alone!"
It was then all heads snapped to my direction including his...
A silence echoed within the walls as all eyes were trained on me. I stared at the helpless boy who looked at me. Tears of appreciation welling at his eyes at the only person that seemed to come to his rescue.
His eyes flashing with nothing but agony.
My heart ached for him.
I then turned to see the boy who towered over him. His blonde locks was ruffled and untamed as they contrasted against his fair skin. Sun kissed like mine. However what seemed to catch my attention was that his eyes were the deepest shade of pure green.
They stared at me in confusion. Thee same way the others did the first time I came here as though I was a foreign creature.
"Aw come one Zane, do you really need a girl to help you out here?" He cooed mocking the boy who seemed to be 'Zane'.
Furious with his choice of words I had spoken;
"And what?" I snapped. "You need a girl to let go of a boy? Is that how pathetic you are? Or did your rich daddy teach you better?" I said.
I was terrified to say the least. The whole crowd fell into a pin drop silence. No one dared to utter a word. I could even be embarrassing myself right now, or perhaps even digging up my own grave.
I however swallowed my fear. It didn't matter Fuck no. This boy was hurting and if it takes a broke girl to be the only one to help him then here I was.
I glared at the blonde adonis before me. Waiting for his response. Ignoring his beauty.
Time ticked slowly, every passing second felt like hours.
Every moment of silence had me more and more afraid to see what his reaction was.
He stared at me in silence before a wide smirk appeared on his lips, showing off the dimple on his left cheek. So this was what the devil had looked like.
Woah, hold on no-
That's spot was already taken by Damonous. If Damonous was the Devil then this was his demon.
He took a step closer.
"Do you need a rich sugar Daddy to shut you up? Because if so-" He said, opening his arms.
"Come to Daddy,"
Fire.
That was what I had felt. The finger in my hand had twitched as suddenly the blood in my veins had turned hot. Anger simmered through my veins like a plague and I had not noticed how much higher the temperature in the room had gotten.
This idiot thinks just because he's rich everyone could kneel to him in fear.
I hated people like that. Who thought they were better than anyone else just because they were rich.
I was shaking with rage. Burning and basking in it.
I took a step closer, grinning. "I'd rather have you screw yourself." I hissed, my voice simmering in malice. He only laughed.
"And I'd prefer to have you do it for me..." He said.
That did it.
I lunged at him ready to claw his eyes out only to feel his arms on my waist dragging me back.
"Let go of me!" I screamed. I was then pulled behind a muscular back. Almost instantly I recognized the Dark chocolate minty scent.
"So you're still trying to get yourself laid, Demetrius?"A low and husky voice had said.
The blondie which I now recall is Demetrius only smirked. "Don't act like that buddy, I just wanted to play with your new toy." He mocked. I could feel his rage, Damonous was furious, and with his rage interlaced with mine? I was a burning volcano just waiting to erupt.
"Not everyone is like you buddy. I don't go calling for ass because I'm bored." Damonous had said.
If this wasn't a crowd before it was an audience now.
"That's not what her shirt says, '' Demetrius said. His green eyes locked with mine. I then noticed how green his jersey was.
The same color of his eyes.
The same color in the carpet of that office I walked into... I then looked down at my Jersey.
Damonous's jersey.
It was blue... the same blue on the right side of the rooms carpet.
Teams perhaps?...
"Is he sleeping with you?" He asked breaking me from my daze.
Switch.
I lunged at him and slapped him across the face hard enough for him to grunt at the impact.
"Go to hell" I spat.
It was then I was dragged and pinned on a locker. I glared at who held me. I stared back at two blue eyes. Slowly I felt myself calm. It was as if someone had tranquilized me with a gun.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He hissed, anger flared through his eyes.
If I was angry before I was furious now.
There was something about the way he thought of me, it angered me.
The fact that I seemed so… weak. It made me so angry.
I was nothing but a toy to these people. They had all the right to ruin me, hurt me, maybe one day kill me and I'd have nothing to do in return.
I was so weak in comparison.
I chuckled with no humor.
"Maybe I am, perhaps dying would be the only way to never see any of you ever again!" I snapped.
Damonous flinched at that.
It poked him.
What? He was going to act like he cared now? Right after his cold words of which he had said to me in the bathroom?
"Let me go. " I warned.
Damonous didn't budge.
"Damonous!"
He was not fazed.
I squirmed under his hold, thrashing around like a child throwing a tantrum. I ignored everyone else's stares as I continued. He however did not.
He turned to stare at them, the people only looked back.
Suddenly he placed the palm of his hand over my eyes making me see black which did nothing to soothe my anger.
"Damonous!" I screamed, shaking in anger now.
Only after a few seconds did he remove his hand and I watched as the people behind him started to scurry away from him… almost as though they were afraid.
He turned to look at me again and I could have sworn that I saw one black vein disappear from the corner of his eyes. The little movement was so fast, and the line so faint I thought I was hallucinating.
He just watched me as I continued to pour out my anger. I slammed my fists against his chest, my small nails clawed at his arms as I emphasized on how much I hated him.
It was then I realized what he was doing. He was waiting for me to wear out. He wanted me to calm down and for some reason that made me even more furious than I already was.
"I hate you!" I spat. Growing tired I stilled. I was tired but I was still mad. I knew he could feel it so he stayed silent. Slowly after a minute of my silence he let go of me.
I walked, turning away only for him to grab my wrist. "Talia-"
"Don't touch me" I hissed, withdrawing my hand from his hold. I turned and glared at him.
"Why is it so hard for you people to understand? I'm a maid! M-A-I-D!" I spelled it out for him.
"Not a puppet you can play with to throw into this place!"
I turned and stormed away but just before I did and once I was only a few steps away from him I had spoken once more as my back was still turned.
"Since you are rich, educated and wealthy you should know when to leave a poor ignorant begged alone" I said, throwing his insult right back to his face.
"And don't worry" I said turning to look at him in his eyes. "I'll wipe the dirt off your shoes and the floors of the palace... like the poor ignorant beggar I am"
Only then did I walk away, feeling his wounded agony at my choice of words as did I feel his guilt.
Once leaving the school my eyes caught the limo which sat so far on my left.
I stopped walking as I looked at it watching as Zayn had entered the luxurious car with Elisé.
Damonous was nowhere in sight.
I wasn't in the mood to stay in the same place as him right now, or with any of his peers.
Nodding at my final decision, I had decided;
I'm walking home.
With that final thought I walked out of the school campus.
Sinking so deeply into my thoughts...
D A M O N O U S||
I looked at the time written on the screen on my phone as my finger tapped on the leather seats of the limo in impatience.
I watched as a minute had passed.
3:01
"We've been waiting for an hour now. Where the hell is she?" I demanded, my worry seeming to increase. I could feel Asmodeus' anxiety as well.
Elisé only sat in her seat using her phone, not even bothered to lift her head from the screen.
"I don't understand why you care, if anything I think what Demetrius said to her was hot" She said. A growl rumbled from my chest in warning. She rolled her eyes.
"Jeez alright your hotter whatever-"
Before I could end her pitiful life Zayn jogged towards the limo. "I checked every hall-" He said as I opened the window. "Nowhere in sight," He added.
"She must have left the Campus" I muttered. "Ding, Ding, Ding, we have a winner!" My head snapped at Elisé as I let out a growl of fury. I grabbed her phone and crushed it into tiny fragments of glass. Blood poured out of my wounds as the glass had stabbed my skin, but it healed in the matter of mere seconds.
I look at Elisé's expression of shock.
"One more smart comment out of your filthy mouth and this shall be your head" I warned.
'Why wait?... Kill her..' Asmodeus pushed.
"How are we going to find her then?" Zain had asked.
Growing aggravated within every passing minute of not having her within my sight I finally answered.
"We trail her scent in wolf form" I declare getting out of the car. Zayn looked at me in disbelief, his Zicron eyes widened.
"But she'll know we're wolves," He said making it sound more of a question rather than a statement.
I shut the door behind me once exiting the car.
"She won't know it's us. She's oblivious to the werewolf community"
I set my thoughts and all my concentration on my wolf. Imagining his dark fur, and mighty frame.
I looked for him within my mind as I had closed my eyes, and there he was. He stood looking at me from a distance, sitting within my cold and dark mind.
He lifts himself up, standing on his four paws as he saunters over to me until he loomed over me, his shadow swallowing me whole as he craned his head down to lock his eyes with my own. His violent violet eyes locked with my own having the shade reflect with mine, and the moment my hand touched the mane of his fur.
My eyes had opened.
A loud *Crunch!* rippled through the air and I grunt as my neck craned upwards my lips part as a pained sigh of silence escaped my lips.
I felt each and every one of my bones snap and break one by one, I felt my skin twist themselves the same way punishment was done in South Asia eons ago. It felt as though your skin was burning, having your skin twist in different directions simultaneously.
I felt the flesh inside of me burn as they churned amidst the transformation.
The pain was bloody unbearable, an average wolf could easily get used to it but an Alpha can not. Especially since Daivat was losing power over his title as Alpha. Each and every day the enhanced senses of an Alpha intensifies. For example, each emotion we feel is intense. If I was annoyed I was furious, if I was sad, I was depressed, if i was happy I was ecstatic.
And those were only the traits of an average Alpha. Daivat was no average Alpha and I was no average prince. We were the royal family of the entire supernatural community. Meaning that our emotions aren't doubled.
It was seven times the power of an average alpha's power.
Each day it feels as if my senses were amplified. Each and every day is getting harder. Asmodeus was getting more control of me.
Each and every day is as if I was losing my sanity and only she could tame it.
That one human girl.
She did not know how much power she had over me.
Finally feeling the painless part of the transformation I felt the fur grow on my skin. Standing on four paws I turned to see Zayn in wolf form too. He wasn't an ugly one either. He had owned off white fur and electric blue eyes.
He was a lucky one.
Turning on my heel I walked towards the car giving a mind link to the driver to send Elisé home.
Go on Asmodeus. Find her.
'With Pleasure...' He mused.
T A L I A||
I walked past the green damp grass of nowhere in particular.
I just walked, quietly my head blank with nothing but thoughts of a chaotic mess.
I found myself wondering if fate was laughing at me from above the depressing grey clouds.
I worked so hard in three part time jobs. My mother risked her life in saving me and ended up sacrificing her voice for me. I ended up as a maid here but still that wasn't enough to satisfy anyone. Instead they throw me to a school filled with people who would only mock me and others.
My mother's sick and dying in the hospital.
She might die without a voice. What would I do with myself if she ever did?
What would happen to me if I became an orphan?
'No, no bad thoughts.' I chide myself.
Mama will not die. At least not without me.
I lift my head up welcoming the droplets of rain to fall over my face.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the damp scent of the earth. My ignorance just happened to make me walk without thinking until I found myself in a forest. There was nothing but trees, trees, trees and more trees.
If only a sexy Tarzan was here to lead the way back.
Maybe give him a little reward too. I fell into my wondrous thoughts. I imagined big bulging muscles from living in the woods, a man-bun, a stubble shaping his sharp jawline. Pecked abs…
Delicious.
No, no how about beautiful royal blue eyes, perfect eyebrows with a slight cut on the arch of his left brow, gloriously messily untamed hair. Pale skin... big veiny hands and long fingers... so beautiful...
Desire pulsed through my veins.
Damo-
I blinked back to reality.
What the f-
It was then I heard a twig snap. I looked to the direction of the sound in confusion.
Sexy Tarzan is that you?
I highly doubted it, my luck couldn't be that good. It must be a squirrel or something. Nodding my head at the thought I continued to walk only to hear another twig snap along with some shuffling.
Alright now I'm scared. This squirrel was really asking for it-
*Snap*
"Alright that's it! Listen here you stupid squirrel I've had a long day, I'm pissed, I'm lost and god damn it I am hungry! SO IF YOU COULD PLEASE EAT YOUR NUT SOMEWHERE ELSE THAT WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED!" I roared.
*Snap*
Alright screw it, I'm having squirrel stew for dinner.
I stormed towards the sound of the snaps and pushed the bushes aside with two of my hands.
"Got'cha!"
My eyes widened.
This was no Squirrel...
F L A S H B A C K||
I came back home from school with a frown on my face.
It was fathers day.
Everyone was talking about their fathers and some even had the audacity to bring their father's to school! I had no papa to show off. I had no papa to throw me up to the sky and catch me, I had no papa that I could complain and yell "gross!' whenever he had kissed my mama.
I stormed inside the house with tears of anger rushed down my cheeks.
"Honey I made chicken dumplings for dinner they're there in the kitchen- '' My mother stopped amidst her tracks once she noticed my bloodshot eyes and hot tears which smeared down my cheeks.
"Talia what's wrong?" She asked.
"Mama, where is Papa? Why does everyone have a papa when I don't? Where is he? How can he miss Fathers day!" I cried.
I watched as my mother's eyes had softened as she made her way to me. "Come here my pretty" She said. Furiously wiping away my tears I followed her as she sat on the bed and patting her lap. Sitting on her lap she pulled my head to her chest. After a comfortable silence she finally spoke. "Your papa was a very good man, Talia" She said.
I looked up and faced her beautiful baby blue eyes. "Really?" I had questioned. She smiled showing off her dimples. "Yes, yes he was, and he was very brave too" She said.
I smiled at the thought of him.
"What happened to him?" I asked. It was then my mother's smile vanished as her eyes withered in both sadness and grief. "He saved us" She told me. My eyebrows furrowed.
Feeling my confusion she had spoken once more. "Let me explain,"
I stared at her waiting for her to continue. "When you were still no bigger than a loaf of bread your father and I went camping," She explained.
"We built a tent, oh it was a wondrous time my dear" She said as I watched a glimmer of nostalgia twinkle within her eyes as she smiled.
"-and soon the night was born." She continued, "We woke at the sound of something outside." I noticed the joy had vanished from her eyes and replaced it with a haunting gleam.
"There was a wolf…" She said, her eyes burning with what seemed to be hatred for the animal as she said it's name as though it were poison on her tongue.
"Your Papa told me to stay inside the tent. I heard him screaming minutes after. Your brave Papa distracted the wolf it killed your papa, he died with honor, and died as a hero"
Tears streamed down her eyes.
"S-so Papa's dead? He always was?" I asked, my voice cracking. Mama only pulled me close.
"Don't be sad my precious, Papa wouldn't want you to be sad now would he?" She asked.
"No" I sniffled. "No he wouldn't"
It was from that day I always loathed wolves with a passion.
T H E P R E S E N T||
I began to panic.
This was no squirrel.
This was a full grown wolf.
I couldn't help but admire it. Beautiful was too little of a word to describe it's magnificence. It's fur was blonde which contrasted against it's earthy green eyes. Although I was mentally screaming and panicking it just sat there unfazed of my presence.
I couldn't help but think of how it looked so... familiar...
Blonde hair and green eyes...
Blonde...
Green...
"Do you need a rich sugar Daddy to shut you up? Because if so... come to Daddy,"
My admiring gaze slowly turned into a distasteful glare. Why the hell was I comparing a wolf to Demetrius? Why was I even thinking of that asshole in the first place? God I must be going crazy...
Why wasn't I running? This was the species that killed my father! These were very dangerous animals. Territorial, possessive, cruel, and tricky animals. So why on earth was I still staring at it? Why was I admiring it and why was I staring at it in the eye knowing that it would see that as a challenge?
Only God knew.
So slowly and very cautiously I took a step back, it followed by taking a stride forward.
I frowned.
I took another step backwards, it took another forward. I took another back only to yelp in surprise and fall right on my bottom. It hovered over me, its large snout only inches away from my face. I closed my eyes and cringed, turning my head to the side waiting for it to kill me.
Well papa. We died the same way.
I waited for it to end my life only to feel a long and wet tongue move down my cheek. My eyes fluttered open as I stared at the wolf in confusion.
Did you just kiss me?-
My eyes knit in confusion as the wolf walks away. I sat up but still did not stand. I remained frozen in place staring at the blonde beast before me, feeling my stare it turns its head and grunted nodding it's head forward. My eyebrows knitted in puzzlement.
"Follow you?" I asked. The wolf nods it's head once.
Wait a damn minute.
Did it just nod its head? Did it… did it understand me?
"You understand me?" The wolf just stared at me blankly. "If you understand me…" I thought of it for a moment tapping my chin before my eyes sparked as I quickly pointed at it.
"If you understand me, bark!" I command.
The wolf blinked.
I rolled my eyes and got up following the wolf. It walked and led me deep through the forest.
..||
" I'm too tired to walk!" I huffed tiredly, slumping down towards a tree.
The wolf turned it's head to glare at me. It almost seemed to be scolding me.
"Well? What do you want me to do? Follow you to dinner?" I challenged. The wolf rolled it's green eyes. Seriously. Did this dog understand me?
Can you even hear yourself, Talia? You're going crazy!
I sat alert once the wolf made its way towards me. It sat down before me and rested it's head on my lap. I froze in place.
What do I do now?-
I tried pushing it away but it only growled in response warning me to keep in place. I rolled my eyes accepting defeat and leaned my back on the tree and allowed my hands to play with the soft fur on its head.
How was it so soft?
I knelt down and rested my head on top of the beasts only to realize that it smelt like pinewood and apples. A strange combination but it went well together.
However it was nowhere near as good as the scent of Chocolate mint.
Speaking of the owner of that scent, the sun was setting meaning I was supposed to be at the palace now working. I sighed, he must have not even noticed my disappearance. If anything he must be bullying that poor guy at the lockers with that 'Demetrius'.
That jerk didn't even bother to help until I did. It was then I remembered;
His shirt.
I was still wearing it. With one hand still petting the wolf which still laid on my lap I fiddled with the fabric of his jersey. It was made of those sporty silk materials. I tried to pry my eyes open but the tire of today seemed to have washed over me, sleep dragged me into its sea of darkness..
It was then I felt myself being lifted up by two muscular arms. I tried opening my eyes.
"Shhh Sleep."
Obeying, I drifted into the darkness...