Ten sat up in bed, her eyes all over the room trying to figure out where she was. She saw a clock reading Five minutes past Nine in a dark room with drawn blinds. She wasn't in the bloody sports top or yoga pants anymore but in a soft cashmere gown. Comfy and free like a soft blanket around her.
She came down from the bed shuddering as her feet connected to the cold tile floor beneath her. Her hands in front of her she found her way to the door and opened it with a creek. She shaded her eyes from light before she could adapt to it.
An oakwood staircase with spiraling bronze railings led to a mansion that spanned out in front of her. She could see strong oak doors and candlelit Crystal Chandelier hanging below a glass roof well coming the rays of the sum.
The Deep-brown marble tiles on the floor and walls glistened her reflection back to her. To the right a sitting area decorate to fulfill two colours, black and gold with numerous paintings and sculptures placed all over outlining luxury and craft and the left a dinning area. And the cherry on top of the icing in the middle stood Grey. her heart skipped a beat as she looked down to his smiling face. He scuffled his short brown hair with a towel making it look messy, earning him an added edge in the black Tee that hung around his heavy biceps.
There was something about him, different from the last time she saw him in that cell. Something that drew her to him.. she could feel it like a warm longing in her chest..
He beckoned to her inviting her down. She took steps one after the other till she reached the ground floor. From this angle the luxury was both felt and seen. Lines around the sculptured top where the wall met the floor had shiny pearls scattered.
"Good morning!" He said glad that she was at last awake. He fought through Shadow Lake to get her out, that time wasted nearly meant her life but he saved her.
'Lana was right once again he could save her!' he thought.
"Grey, where are we?" She asked taking his outstretched arm.
"My house!" He led her away. Towards thr dinning area with a long dinning table that Ten swore it was the longest she'd seen.
"Your house.. you are a werewolf! We don't get mansions!" The luxury made her keen and alert instead of relaxed.
"Before I joined a pack I used to own several art galleries. I bought this from an auction Grace my assistant forced me to because of the antique paintings!" He handed her a plate. She felt glass plate with gold edges and swirls deep in the glass.
"I was in the mood for junk food so I had Matilda make some pizza, burger and fries, some Stake with a sauce that taste like heaven. She refused to share it's secrets but you are going to love it!" He pointed to each as he spoke, food was not even the last thing on her mind.
"Grey..." She said.
"And just in case you are vegan, there are like three different salads, scrambled Tofu, banana pancakes and veggie burgers!" He interrupted her.
"Grey.. I can't stay!" She forced the words out.
"No one said anything about staying! You have to find your brother, I have to get back to my life. All am asking is for you to have breakfast with me!" He goaded her to a seat. The house has been cold ever since he bought it thirty years ago. Lana was the only one apart from the maids to ever enter the house. He was Ten sat up in bed, her eyes all over the room trying to figure out where she was. She saw a clock reading Five minutes past Nine in a dark room with drawn blinds. She wasn't in the bloody sports top or yoga pants anymore but in a soft cashmere gown. Comfy and free like a soft blanket around her.
She came down from the bed shuddering as her feet connected to the cold tile floor beneath her. Her hands in front of her she found her way to the door and opened it with a creek. She shaded her eyes from light before she could adapt to it.
An oakwood staircase with spiraling bronze railings led to a mansion that spanned out in front of her. She could see strong oak doors and candlelit Crystal Chandelier hanging below a glass roof welcoming the rays of the sun.
The Deep-brown marble tiles made the floor and walls glisten her reflection back to her. To the right a sitting area decorate to fulfill two colours, black and gold with numerous paintings and sculptures placed all over outlining luxury and craft. To the left a dinning area. And the cherry on top of the icing in the middle stood Grey. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down to his smiling face. He scuffled his short brown hair with a towel making it look messy, earning him an added edge in the black Tee that hung around his heavy biceps.
There was something about him, different from the last time she saw him in that cell. Something that drew her to him.. she could feel it like a warm longing in her chest..
He beckoned to her inviting her down. She took steps one after the other till she reached the ground floor. From this angle the luxury was both felt and seen. Lines around the sculptured top where the wall met the floor had shiny pearls scattered.
"Good morning!" He said glad that she was at last awake. He fought through Shadow Lake to get her out, that time wasted nearly meant her life but he saved her.
'Lana was right once again, he could save her!' he thought.
"Grey, where are we?" She asked taking his outstretched arm.
"My house!" He led her away. Towards the dinning area with a long dinning table that Ten swore it was the longest she'd seen.
"Your house? you are a werewolf! We don't get mansions!" The luxury made her keen and alert instead of relaxed.
"Before I joined a pack I used to own several art galleries. I bought this from an auction Grace my assistant forced me to because of the antique paintings!" He handed her a plate. She felt the cold plate with gold edges and swirls deep in the glass.
"I was in the mood for junk food so I had Matilda make some pizza, burger and fries, some Stake with a sauce that taste like heaven. She refused to share it's secrets but you are going to love it!" He pointed to each as he spoke, food was not even the last thing on her mind.
"Grey..." She said.
"And just in case you are vegan, there are like three different salads, scrambled Tofu, banana pancakes and veggie burgers!" He interrupted her.
"Grey.. I can't stay!" She forced the words out.
"No one said anything about staying! You have to find your brother, I have to get back to my life. All am asking is for you to have breakfast with me!" He goaded her to a seat.
The house has been cold ever since he bought it thirty years ago. Lana was the only one apart from the maids to ever enter the house. He was glad to have company even for a brief time.
He had a lot of time to think last night, while the doctors attended to her. He had woken from another dream with no recollection of what he dreamt about only that he felt a new form of quiet. Whenever he thought of Lana's death he no longer broke into guilt, instead he saw ahead relishing in the very thought of Erebus falling before his feet...
"I'll go for the healthy option, I am what I eat!" She went for the fruit salad dishing a small amount on her plate.
"Am feeling invincible today so I'll go for the stake!" He pulled the chair next to her and sat. Cutting himself a juicy piece.
"Oh! This is so good!" He moaned as the flavours exploded in his mouth.
Years had gone by since he had Matilda's cooking. When he returned last night they were all overjoyed. He couldn't tell them he went to join a pack so he told them he went searching for himself for five years which wasn't an entire lie.
He found himself when he found his mate but they took her from him. His staff were well paid with funds from the company which ran itself in the able hands of his assistant. 'I should definitely give Grace a call later' he thought.
"Sure you don't want to try some stake?" He offered. A fork full of fruits went to her mouth. She chewed and swallowed downing a bit of water before she spoke.
"I've been a vegetarian for five years now. Am not cheating on my diet!" She gulped some more water. Hoping to not seem affected as he ran a hand through his hair, his jawline highlighted.
"I don't get it, how can a werewolf be vegetarian! I mean the urge to feed on fresh meat especially on the night of a full moon is part of our nature.." He took another bite grateful he wasn't committed to a rule that forbade meat..
"My mum thought us another way. She was into holistic medicine and she helped me find balance between my two side. We are wolves but also men.. our nature doesn't have to be war and anger if we know our true selves... What!?" She asked seeing his growing smile. His perfect set of teeth peeking beneath his lips. She filled her mouth with more salad forcing herself not to gape.
"Nothing!" Caught, he went back to his food.
"It's not nothing! You had a big smile on!" She said dabbing the corners of her mouth all done with her food.
"You just remind me so much of someone!" He picked the last piece with his fork and ate it.
She saw it, an underlying pain. She saw
it before in the cell even though he hid it well. There was pain, and cold rage in him. He had lost someone important.
"Ay Tilda! Right on time!" He praised as a woman in her early fifties came in with a cake. She looked smart in her apron carrying herself with grace.
"Good morning!" Ten greeted courteously.
"Good morning sweetie. Glad to see you awake. You being sick didn't do much good on this one.. you should have seen...!" She started with a subtle mix of British and American accents. She stifled a laugh not able to imagine it.
"Come on Tilda!.." He complained openly like an embarrassed son.
"What!? It's true! Sweetie, he was a mess!" Tilda summed him ( from yesterday ) up in her mind.
"Tilda can you please get me some whipped cream.. from the kitchen, way over there!?" He said in a hurry to get her out before she embarrasses him even more.
"Don't worry we'll catch up later. It's nice to have you!" She left towards the way she came.
"Sorry about Tilda she can be a little.. let's say insightful." He knew it wasn't the right word but he went with it anyway.
"Well, she is very nice! I wish I could catch up with her but I have to go now!" Ten said ready to leave the table.
"Right after a slice of Tilda's award winning fruit cake!" He slid a plate with a slice to her.
"I would love to but I can't!" She loved cakes, especially the fruitcakes but she was full.
"Just a bite.. it won't hurt!"
"Fine!" She took a bite. Tasting cinnamon and numerous other flavours melting together in the midst of her taste buds.. it reminded her of her mother's thousand watt smile.
"Okay! That's the best fruitcake I have ever had!" She stood from the chair, he did too.
"So, there's a shower in your room and clothes which should fit perfectly in the closet!" She gave me a curt nod. She looked stunning holding up a long gown as she threaded up the stairs.
He didn't see her as just a beauty case, He saw her struggles and scars, as trophies of her power and something else he couldn't nail.
It's time to call Grace. He brought out the cellphone dialed a number without looking at the keys. The phone rang and rang and finally it was taken. Dead silence greeted him, one he was expecting.
"You still doing this 'caller speak first' thing!?" He said..
"Well I'll be damned! The boss decided to grace my eardrums with his voice!" Her voice came young and ladylike.
Grace was a young 25 year old whom Grey hired right out of high school. He saw something in her and he was right to gamble..
- Hey Grace, how you doing!?" He spoke with a sigh.
- Am good now! I thought you were Dead!" He heard the sounds of car horns and people in the background she was driving somewhere.
- Yeah.. I needed some alone time!"
- Five years worth of it! You couldn't come back at a better time. I just met with a gift shop owner who sold me an antique weapon. From what I read in the library about it... Seven figures."
- Of course, the first time you heard from me in five years you bring up work!"
- Sorry Grey but this is important. The weapon looks prehistoric but has a perfect craftsmanship. It's made of some kind of stone with etchings in some language no one understands and it's authentic!"
- We have a lot of guns and knives with unreadable squiggles and early century chicken scratches at the vault. This is just one of them!" Grey said proceeding to the sitting area.
- Yes, I know but this is different. It's a sword made of black stone, perfectly balanced with a soft handle grip... am on my to Langley to seal it before I find a buyer!" His interest was activated. Could this be the weapon he was looking for.
'No, i have been searching for years. It can't just appear like that, the demons will guard it with their lives' he thought.
- Grace, what do you say the name of the weapon was?" He asked just in case.
- it's called.. wait let me get the paperwork.." Paper rustled in the back ground.
- It's called the Obsidian Blade!
............
to have company even for a brief time.
He had a lot of time to think last night, while the doctors attended to her. He had woken from another dream with no recollection of what he dreamt about only that he felt a new form of quiet. Whenever he thought of Lana's death he no longer broke into guilt, instead he saw ahead relishing in the very thought of Erebus falling before his feet...
"I'll go for the healthy option, I am what I eat!" She went for the fruit salad dishing a small amount on her plate.
"Am feeling invincible today so I'll go for the stake!" He pulled the chair next to her and sat. Cutting himself a juicy piece.
"Oh! This is so good!" He moaned as the flavours exploded in his mouth.
Years had gone by since he had Matilda's cooking. When he returned last night they were all overjoyed. He couldn't tell them he went to join a pack so he told them he went searching for himself for five years which wasn't an entire lie.
He found himself when he found his mate but they took her from him. His staff were well paid with funds from the company which ran itself in the able hands of his assistant. 'I should definitely give Grace a call later' he thought.
"Sure you don't want to try some stake?" He offered. A fork full of fruits went to her mouth. She chewed and swallowed downing a bit of water before she spoke.
"I've been a vegetarian for five years now. Am not cheating on my diet!" She gulped some more water. Hoping to not seem affected as he ran a hand through his hair, his jawline highlighted.
"I don't get it, how can a werewolf be vegetarian! I mean the urge to feed on fresh meat especially on the night of a full moon is part of our nature.." He took another bite grateful he wasn't committed to a rule that forbade meat..
"My mum thought us another way. She was into holistic medicine and she helped me find balance between my two side. We are wolves but also men.. our nature doesn't have to be war and anger if we know our true selves... What!?" She asked seeing his growing smile. His perfect set of teeth peeking beneath his lips. She filled her mouth with more salad forcing herself not to gape.
"Nothing!" Caught, he went back to his food.
"It's not nothing! You had a big smile on!" She said cleaning her mouth with a handkerchief all done with her food.
"You just remind me so much of someone!" He picked the last piece with his fork and ate it.
She saw it, an underlying pain. She saw before in the cell even though he hid it well. There was pain, and cold rage in him. He had lost someone important to him.
"Ay Tilda! Right on time!" He praised as a woman in her early fifties came in with a cake. She looked smart in her apron carrying herself with grace.
"Good morning!" She greeted courteously.
"Good morning sweetie. Glad to see you awake. You being sick didn't do much good on this one.. you should have seen...!" She started with a subtle mix of British and American accents. She stifled a laugh not able to imagine it.
"Come on Tilda!.." He complained openly like an embarrassed son.
"What!? It's true! Sweetie, he was a mess!" Tilda summed him ( from yesterday ) up in her mind.
"Tilda can you please get me some whipped cream.. from the kitchen, way over there!?" He said in a hurry to get her out before she embarrasses him even more.
"Don't worry we'll catch up later. It's nice to have you!" She left towards the way she came.
"Sorry about Tilda she can be a little.. let's say insightful." He knew it wasn't the right word but he went with it anyway.
"Well, she is very nice! I wish I could catch up with her but I have to go now!" Ten said ready to leave the table.
"Right after a slice of Tilda's award winning fruit cake!" He slid a plate with a slice to her.
"I would love to but I can't!" She loved cakes, especially the fruitcakes but she was full.
"Just a bite.. it won't hurt!"
"Fine!" She took a bite. Tasting cinnamon and numerous other flavours melting together in the midst of her taste buds.. it reminded her of her mother's thousand watt smile.
"Okay! That's the best fruitcake I have ever had!" She stood from the chair, he did too.
"So, there's a shower in your room and clothes which should fit perfectly in the closet!" She gave me a curt nod. She looked stunning holding up a long gown as she threaded up the stairs.
He didn't see her as just a beauty case, He saw her struggles and scars, as trophies of her power and something else he couldn't nail.
It's time to call Grace. He brought out the cellphone dialed a number without looking at the keys. The phone rang and rang and finally it was taken. Dead silence greeted him, one he was expecting.
"You still doing this 'caller speak first' thing!?" He said..
"Well I'll be damned! The boss decided to grace my eardrums with his voice!" Her voice came young and ladylike.
Grace was a young 25 year old whom Grey hired right out of high school. He saw something in her and he was right to gamble..
- Hey Grace, how you doing!?" He spoke with a sigh.
- Am good now! I thought you were Dead!" He heard the sounds of car horns and people in the background she was driving somewhere.
- Yeah.. I needed some alone time!"
- Five years worth of it! You couldn't come back at a better time. I just met with a gift shop owner who sold me an antique weapon. From what I read in the library about it... Seven figures."
- Of course, the first time you heard from me in five years you bring up work!"
- Sorry Grey but this is important. The weapon looks prehistoric but has a perfect craftsmanship. It's made of some kind of stone with etchings in some language no one understands and it's authentic!"
- We have a lot of guns and knives with unreadable squiggles at the vault. This is just one of them!" Grey said proceeding to the sitting area.
- Yes, I know but this is different. It's a sword made of black stone, perfectly balanced with a soft handle grip... am on my to Langley to seal it before I find a buyer!" His interest was activated. Could this be the weapon he was looking for.
'No, i have been searching for years. It can't just appear like that, the demons will guide it with their lives' he thought.
- Grace, what do you say the name of the weapon was again?" He asked just in case.
- it's called.. wait let me get the paperwork.." Paper rustled in the back ground.
- It's called the Obsidian Blade!
............
