The Last Wolv - Season 1 - Episode 6

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The Last Wolv - Season 1 - Episode 6

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OPENING UP
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LUCY
I practically dragged him back to the cabin, I
didn’t know what I did to piss his wolf off but I
think it took all of his strength to stop his wolf
from attacking me and to transform back right in
mid-air. I la!d his arse on his bed, he was butt
Unclad so I covered him with something as he was
now soundly asleep. I took this opportunity to take
my shower in his little bathroom. I came out and
decided against wearing my clothes, I intend on
staying I told myself. Opening his drawer one
could see that he was very neat and organised.

I took one of his boxers and shirt. It was almost my
size, he was lean with a bit of muscles but he was a
different thing all together when he transforms.

I looked upon his smooth face and wondered how
I had never heard or came across his kind all the
years I had been on earth. I thought initially that
he was a witch but I know now that he is half-man
half-beast. The only enemy Dad ever had were the
witches and he made sure the last one was killed a
decade ago. So how come, he never said a thing
about this phenomenon, was he covering up
something?
I needed answers to these questions.
Since the one person that could answer my
questions was sleeping, I decided to look around
the cabin. The music was still playing, i decided to
change the track, I saw an album of Cassadee
pope, and slotted it in. He was a lover of country
music, strange since he was black. Nothing special
caught my attention again, a two chair dining
table in the kitchen, a couch and I saw what he
was doing that he used in tricking me into
entering that net. It was like he was paying
homage to someone, their names Mr Richard and
Mary Cypher.

So, he was a Richard junior,but why
did he write their names, didn’t they have
pictures or something. How old was this guy? I
pulled the drawer where he was paying his homage
when I saw something carefully wrapped in fine
linen. I was about to unwrap the thing when I
heard, “don’t open that”.

I dropped the thing because I was startled, when
did he wake and how was he wearing a pant. “I
am sorry, for startling you, and for almost taking
your life in quick turn of events, the s*x was
awesome though but I know now that you have a
boyfriend, thanks for bringing me back and for
staying” he continued.

I smiled and asked how he
knew I had a boyfriend, he answered, “I don’t
know how, but I was able to see your memories and
it was what I saw there that set off my wolf
against you.” What did you see? “I asked him, he
told me he saw me around a bonfire and was
dancing with a blonde dude” I laughed, so you
saw dancing with a guy and you went off, he
swore that wasn’t the reason, that it was
something else. How was he able to see my
memories anyway, and how much did he see? I was still thinking when he uttered something that only few individuals knew, “you are George’s
daughter, aren’t you?”

Oh my God! how did he know that? Who are you?,
I asked, I was on the attack now. He smiled and
said, “I have showed you what I am and you have
seen the names of my foster parents, so it’s better
you tell me about what you are too in order to
balance the scale”. “So, who is Lucy Keller? “he
concluded with a question.

LUCY
I was unable to tell where the trust came from but
I just felt I could tell him. I had things that had
been burning inside of me, questions no one was
ready to answer, I was eager to discuss with
anyone who was ready to listen, sadly no one was.

People believed I was invisible, daughter of the
first Vampire and for the humans, it was hopeless,
all they could see was an old woman close to
retirement all thanks to the magic mist. I was
ready to open up to this stranger and I didn’t
have the slightest reason not to.
He was waiting and looked like a little kid eager
for bedtime stories, gosh!!! he was cute, I had to
look at other things apart from his face else I
might not be able to resist kissing him as I began
telling my story.

My mother was close to delivery, infact
immediately she was turned by my dad and
consequently became his first of his unending sire
line, she went into labour, and so I was born into
this world, I took all of my mother abilities as a
vampire but I didn’t die, the spell doesn’t work on
babies and kids since they won’t be able to control
the blood thirst and that is why I have a beating
heart ;the only vampire alive to have such, because
of this, I was always protected Jealousy and
completely surrounded by guards until I was able
to defend myself.

I became the target of dad’s
enemies – the witches and so he made it his
eternal job to kill them, but I am now beginning
to think he used that as the perfect excuse needed
to exterminate them since you came into the
equation of supernatural beings. I was eighteen
when I had my first blood thirst, the transition
was extremely painful since I was alive and blood
pumping through me, my fangs started growing
and by twenty, I became a full blooded vampire
with the special ability of entering the mind.
I became my dad’s favorite psychic and torturer
since I could easily break down his enemies and
because of this I began to lose my humanity. The
love of violence grew in me and I didn’t help
myself when I fell in love with whom they calling
the destroyer – “Damien” he completed it for me,
I shot him a wicked glare and beckoned on him
not to interrupt me again. I loved Damien and I
still do because he was the only one who wasn’t
afraid of speaking to me, he played with me,
teased me and it didn’t matter to me that he was
my cousin but I gave him my body and all. I
became interested in arts from five years of age
but later got interested in the raging war between
dad and the witches. The war took decades and
after countless bloodshed, we moved from………..

from…….. wait, I can’t seem to remember the
name of my hometown, my birth place. Anyway he
urged me go on.

We moved to this town and I was
able to mind control a witch to create a cloak that
would change our appearance and completely
obscure our barbaric activities. I had always
wanted a home, a big home filled with kids but I
couldn’t with Damien since he was, you know,
dead. Until Mr Dean came. He was unique, you
know. He was dark, I mean tanned, tall, he had
pepper-sandy hair and was extremely brilliant. He
was ready to listen even if I was disguised as an
old woman to him, it didn’t put him off. I fell in
love with him and decided to tweak the magic mist
effect on him. He saw me for who I was but it
didn’t last.

One day, the football team was playing
and he was the coach of the other team, while
Damien headed the other one. Damien’s team were
entirely filled with vampires while Dean’s team
were filled with humans. It was a clear mismatch
and of course Damien’s team were on the winning
side, Dean cried foul and was relatively surprised
that the umpires didn’t see the irregularities.
Damien who was always quick to anger paid him a
visit that night and the rest they say is history.
I was mad with rage but could do nothing, dad
got to hear about it and was disappointed in me.

Ever since then, my relationship with Damien has
been rocky. Then you showed up on that fateful
Friday, you breached the mist with no side effect,
I tried entering your mind I met a brick wall, I
tried talking with you in order to get close to you
to find out how to get you in bed with you you
didn’t seem interested . The perfect opportunity
came this morning but instead I woke up your wolf.

And that is all you need to know now.
He shrugged and asked, “so your primary reason
for sleeping with me was to enter my mind and
here I was thinking you found me attractive ” he
said in a disappointed tone. Common, I told him,

I did all that to save your life because if Damien
were to find out you were immune to the mist, you
were as good as dead, but it seems you can hold
your own. “so, was any of that real; the passion,
the Stares and the frown whenever you saw me
talking with other females” he asked. What was his
problem, I did all that to save his life. “No, it was
for your safety ” I retorted, “is that what you tell
yourself” he shot back at me. So that is all you
could pick from my story, huh, I asked him. “Are
we fighting?” he asked a silly rhetoric question. “I
don’t know, you pick one”. I shot back at him
He suddenly laughed and smacked my arse and
said that was for ordering him in bed, I laughed
and told him to tell his story.