~Feeling is a very beautiful thing until you invest in it your whole life, then it becomes an obsession.
I almost lost it today. She's still the same temptress as I remember. Glancing into the wall mirror before me, I saw my masculine side. Yes, I was born male. However, I am a shape-shifter by race. Running a hand through my long dark hair, I smiled.
For the first time, I think it was a genuine one. Everything has always been real when it's about her. Although she can't be mine for a reason but it still doesn't forbid me to have a little tattle tale with my thoughts. With this I only came up with one word since her face keeps on recurring in my mind, obsession.
However, I am not so evil like the rest so I don't destroy the obsession. Instead I protect it from a far. No matter how my comrades back in the pack said that I was a coward, I didn't mind. To me she was my light as though she could see through my facade letting me be the real me.
For the first time as I gazed at my reflection, I couldn't help but admire it. However, I couldn't keep it for long as I recalled that bizarre memory.
...Deep in the forest, the midnight wolves howled loudly that it could send shivers down the spine. From afar, a rapid rustling sound of the leaves could be heard. A boy about five years of age could be seen running through, on a closer look, one could see the despair on his face.
"I want to live," he muttered through the blowing wind. He ran so fast until he stumbled on a rock and fell over into what seemed to be a dark tunnel.
"You're an outcast in our family and a curse, so die!" were the voices he heard before everything went black.
The night wolves seemed to have felt his arrival as they howled louder as though a predator's victory upon capturing prey. Soon pairs of black eyes emerged, aiming for the tunnel. Barely had they reached the entrance when a large smoky silhouette appeared before the tunnel entrance and transfused into a human shadow.
Upon witnessing such mystery, the wolves turned around and dashed back to where they came from. The silhouette dived into the tunnel and later came out with the little boy and vanished into the darkness.
...Every family has that one child who's ever outcast. In this case that was him, the little boy. In a large cave hushed voices could be heard and on a closer look it was a male and a female.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a child outside? You hid it from me for years, Val, why?" she said almost in sobs.
Val on the other hand looked had his head down because the revelation shook him and at that moment he couldn't utter a single word. He darted his eyes at the boy in a deep slumber and saw the uncanny resemblance of him. He definitely was his son.
A taut silence followed with the subtle sobs of the female who was his wife. She then wiped her tears and stared at the boy. Somehow, she couldn't hate the little boy but she felt so betrayed by her husband.
With that she stood up and turned to exit the cave. Hardly had she reached the entrance when a pair of hands succumbed to her from behind.
"I'm sorry Lia, I'm sorry. I'll explain everything, please don't go, okay?" He pleaded.
Tears once again welled up in her eyes and she cried. Towards her husband, she could never be coldhearted but at that moment she didn't want to be rational. She freed herself from his arms and left, leaving her husband calling out for her.
The next day the little boy laying on the floor woke up and sat up immediately when a hiss escaped his lips. He placed a hand on his forehead and felt a bandage wrapped around it. He scanned the environment and realized there was no one.
'I have to escape from here,' he thought to himself. No sooner had he lifted his body off the ground than a shadow emerged at the entrance.
"...And where do you think you're going, young man?" came a male's voice which startled the boy back to the ground.
Edging closer to the young boy, he assured, "Easy there, I won't hurt you."
The fear on the boy's face lessened but he didn't let his guard down. He came from a pit of vipers, a place where dogs eat dogs and any sign of weakness you're a gone case.
As the shadow emerged from the slightly dark entrance, the boy saw a male.
"Why do you smell like me?" Suddenly the young boy uttered a question that stunned both of them.
Now that Valentine shortened as Val paid attention, he realised the boy told the truth. Before Val could utter a word, the young boy beat it to him, "If you're my father, then I hate you!"
A frown laced his face as he spoke and Val saw the bitterness on the face that was his mini version. What would he say to this young one who also had his blood coursing through his vein.
"If you didn't want me born, you should have killed my mother and I, they-"
"Your mother didn't tell you the entire truth and I didn't know about you up to now," explained Val.
The little boy retorted, "Ha! Aren't the adults tired of the same excuse?"
Val, his eyes comically widened as he heard the words. He'd never had a child and being in front of one, not only that but with a mature kind of kid just like him, he couldn't help but wonder whether all kids are like this.
He was about to retort back when a sudden scream from outside resonated through the cave. The scream sounded familiar as Val whispered one word, "No!"