My Boyfriend, the werewolf

Chapter 10

Send me an Angel

Get Up.

Those were the first words the greeted me once my mind was clear of the dozy haze of sleep and relaxation. Those are the words everyone wakes up to. Get up. Get Out. Live your own life. No one wants to take care of you.

Eyes open. The world is strange, dark and weird. I am naked, covered in a wet substance that seems foreign yet not. Hairless between my legs and its smooth and wet to the touch.

“Take a shower, Riley.” The man that seemed to glow like an angel said.

She did.

I did.

That is how I was born, naked, hairless, and wet like all babies.

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“That’s a good girl.” The angel whispers to me as he brushes his fingers through my hair. “You’re my girl, you won’t leave me right? You won’t leave me, you won’t leave me, and you won’t leave me.” The angel cries shaking me, bruising me.

“Say it.”

“I won’t.”

“Not ever?”

“Not ever.”

And I never will, I can’t, I couldn’t this is where I belonged. I was once upon a time girl, big dreams that seemed impossible. Were impossible. Those fairy tales of Prince Charming. Lies.

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Big against small. That’s what I remembered. Holding hands, cuddling, and squeezing. Big daddy needs a little girl to hold onto when Mommy’s gone. I remembered, at 6:00 pm Daddy would come home, after locking all the doors he had the only key. He would watch me as I sat on he over-stuffed couch that when I was little thought would eat me.

Then, the daddy angel would sit down next to me. Gracing me with his presence “You should thank me.” He would say. “The world is a dangerous place, you’re lucky enough that I keep you safe.” The daddy angel would hold me close, resting me on his lap as I folded into him, just as he liked.

He smelt of beer and an odor that was indescribable. And then, just after a few more beers he would lay me on the couch and get on top of me, crushing me. I knew better than to scream now, countless scars and bruises reminded me to be a good girl.

He would un-zip his pants and fiddle with my shirt before it came off. He would melt into me, whispering promises that I knew were lies. I wish the couch had eaten me.

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“Riley,” a soft voice came to me. My reddened eyes opened expecting to see the man in my dream to appear. Instead it was Alex. “You’ve been sleeping since we got in the car, yo-,” The more he talked the more distant I became to the real world. Why did I have those dreams?

My thoughts were elsewhere, in a time I didn’t want to belong in or go back to. Betrayed by my own thoughts. It was funny in a sick sort of way.

“-He’s only an hour away.”

“No!”

Alex blinked at my horror stricken look. “If you don’t want to go to my Uncle’s house just say so, you didn’t have to yell.”

Uncle’s house?

“Oh,” That was all I could say. Alex looked at me in more concern that anything, he raised an eyebrow.

“Rei, you sure you’re okay?”

I nodded.

“If anyone asks about anything, lie.”

“Yes.”

Those words from my dream-memories should have seemed foreign, strange, and unwanted yet in that moment they were the most comforting words I could have ever heard. Of course, I didn’t like lying to Alex he was the one who saved me from my hell. I didn’t want to betray him as my own family had done to me.

“Riley, do you want to go to my Uncle’s house? It’s at least a safe place to get recuperated before we head out again.” Alex’s words didn’t really seem to register for awhile and I stared blankly at him as if I were retarded. I’m sure that’s how I looked. But those memories wouldn’t go away. Once his words did reach my mind and I could understand what he was asking, the only thing I could do was nod.

Thus, after a sweet kiss to my cheek and another worried look Alex started the car. I could hear the hiss of gravel before we bumped up from the curb and onto the road. My head bashed against the car window and my headache just got worse. He talked on and off about things yet he never really said where we were going except for a reunion. I’m not sure if I actually want to meet his family-if they were werewolves like Alex I’m sure that I would be the main course.

Even though it wasn’t a full moon I remembered him saying something about how they could change even without the moon. It seemed a bit odd. All of the old legends pointed to the Moon’s control. Apparently, they weren’t the real legends. As I caught little bits of the conversation I could feel the gears start working in my head again, I haven’t really been thinking the last few days. I could feel something start to bubble in my throat and it worked its way up until I opened my mouth and whatever I wanted to say came out.

“What-who was the first werewolf, Alex?”

Alex’s expression seemed a mixture of surprised and happiness that I asked such a question glancing over at me he casted a small smile and I noticed for the first time that he was starting to grow a little goatee. He looked rugged and wild and somewhat cute.

“Well, lupus garou aren’t allowed to write down the history so some packs have it confused. But the first lupus garou was a grey. My ancestor actually,” He paused there to puff out his chest as if he were a proud rooster. I had to smile at this and I was more than intrigued and surprised to find out that he was from an ancient bloodlines. “Anyway, my ancestor was a Norse man, big and brawly with brown hair and amber eyes. He lost his family in an attack so he prayed to the Norse God Odin, he was best known for his forms a bear and a wolf even though he could transform into other forms those where his best known. Taking pity on him Odin gave him the gift to transform into a wolf. In later years my ancestor produced offspring with other lupus garou females, somewhere along the line reds got mixed in. So that’s why some have more red and other more grey.”

“Humans have it wrong; they don’t even have a clue on what the real story is, that’s why so many people have the legend wrong.” He let out a snort “Like the ‘ye old American Werewolf’ shit, there is no such thing as a man turning into half wolf and half man.” He growled glaring at the quick passing road. In a way I was frightened by his quick temper but I could understand why he was so protective of his lineage. If I knew what my lineage was, I’m sure I would be protective of it too.

“I read somewhere that the first werewolf was a Scandinavian white wolf.”

I said slightly afraid of his reaction, I actually felt sort of stupid after I blabbed it out on what I read somewhere after what he had said. I huddled in my corner of the car waiting for his reaction, his tantrum, his yelling and cursing. Yet, I didn’t get any of those; all I got was a pat and a soft sigh.

“Where did you read it?”

“I found it in the library, a little brown book with leather binding. It looked like a journal.”

“It probably was someone’s old journal and they donated it for kicks.”

Alex seemed sort of disgusted as he answered and I noticed how he picked up speed with his ever growing temper. I heard the wind pass by us in whips of dancing leaves and the world passed by us in seconds.

“But where would they have got it? It was about werewolf legend, Alex and you said that werewolves aren’t permitted to write the origin down.”

After that, Alex never answered my question and I figured that I really pissed him off. I leaned my head against the window hoping that we didn’t go over any bumps again. My head wasn’t in the best of moods.

So, I decided to finish the chapter sorry I haven’t updated in awhile life got in the way. But now I feel refreshed and I think I can continue this story and hopefully it’ll go somewhere.

R&R plz~

Any suggestions are as always welcomed.

Thanks

-Kmiko.