Story: The Last Wolf - Season 1 Episode 7

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Story: The Last Wolf - Season 1 Episode 7

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.

To Be Continued…