Nightmare Past, Nightmare Raised.
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I never met my father, my mum spoke little of him, and I had always suspected it was for the best.
I on the other hand had a gift, of visions, past present and future.
Often when I bumped hands with strangers, day to day I’d glisp something about them, where they’d been, what they’d just done or about to, sometimes I’d see the person they’d marry or a bill they weren’t ready for.
Sometimes I'd warn then if I felt they might listen but mostly I just tried to ignore or forget them.
That mostly worked but then there was the other kind, I had, the ones I was hit with in the middle of the night, the vivid dreams of something I needed to know, something that always ended up being significant to my future.
But my most recent recurring one, I wasn’t ready to question, but I knew it’d be waiting for me again tonight.
‘Their beautiful courtship they’d had for these past months, would be stained by this horrible night forever, if only she’d known whom she was dealing with before tonight she would never have ended up here, she wished she’d never consented.
She was pinned hard against the bed, the darkness seemed to consume the room and the air around her, she tried frantically to free herself, but no avail.
The male chuckled. ‘”Its no use my darling, you already said yes to me, and I’m not about to let you break your promise. I’ve spent the better half of my adulthood trying to find a woman like yourself, who’s offspring might survive the trials that lay ahead.” She finally looked at him, his eyes glinted in the darkness, seemingly having their own light.
“But now that I’ve found you and you’ve given your consent. I will have you, and you will carry my child, with pride or despair.” He finished.
Then he smashed his lips into hers, she struggled against him as he ripped her clothing from her body until she lay bare, then prying open her clamped thighs he took her, again and again, her purity staining the bed to his satisfaction, a deep rumbling chuckle vibrated through him, the sound would haunt her for years to come.’
I gasped, holding back a shriek, I blinked pushing down the emotions I’d felt only moments before, drenched in sweat I sat up in bed.
‘This did not happen to me, I am Ivy Sable, I am 18 today, these are not my memories and I can’t not change the past.’
Breathing deeply, I felt my heart beat begin to slow, Goddess! Couldn’t ' my gift' give me one day off?! I think clenching my fists.
I trudge to the bathroom for a shower, the hot water washing away the sweat and grim, but when I close my eyes, I can still see him, his cruel grin, his too white teeth glowing above me…or not me but mum.
Turning the water off, I sigh opening my eyes, it’s a shame a shower can’t wash away the pain.
I walk into the kitchen, mums waiting with a cooked bacon and egg sandwich and my favourite ice coffee, and at least 10 presents.
Smiling, I shake my head, she’s always trying to make up for being a single parent, by over doing it, but she’s always been more then enough.
“Happy Birthday Ivy” Mum grins shoving a present in my hands.
It’s small, I ripped open the paper, revealing a silver jewellery box, inside lays a pendant of very old thick coin.
Noticing a small prong I press it, the coin splits opening it reveals a blood moon encrusted with rubies it’s beautiful.
Looking back at mum, I’m about to ask where she got such an amazing piece of jewellery.
But her eyes are clouded and tears threaten to spill over.
“Hey Mum, are you ok? Whats wrong?” I move to take her in my arms.
“No, No I’m alright Ivy, Your ‘Father’ gave me that, the day you were born, to give to you on your 18th birthday.”
A strained smile on her lips, I drop it like its burned me, then quickly pick it up shoving it back in the box.
I try to hand it back to her, I suddenly feel disgusted with it, my dream still fresh in my mind.
“Ivy I know what you think of your father, I know he left me the day after you were born, but are you really going to reject the only thing he left for you?”
I know it hurts mum to defend him, but he’s not a father in my eyes, he was a sperm donor, and an unkind one at that.
Sighing, I gesture mum to sit down, its time to come clean.
She sits, eyeing me warily.
“Mum, I’m not going to beat around the bush,” I start rubbing my eyes, I really didn’t want to have this conversation on my birthday.
“I know how you and Brody, (he’ll never be dad to me.) Conceived me.”
Now mums eyes are wide, her face pales.
“Oh?...” Is all she’s able to say.
“I don’t know what he was, but I know he wasn’t human, I also know he had your consent but he still forced you.” I pause, mums face is draining of colour, more then I would of thought possible.
“Now Ivy..” She trys, I put a hand up.
“I’ve been plagued with visions and dreams of those around me, since I was a child. But recently they are repeating, the same dream of you and Brody.”
Mum visibly swallows, I can see her debating her choices, and finally she closes her eyes, coming to a decision.
“You’re right Ivy, your father wasn’t human, and neither am I.” She says he face expressionless, I’m speechless, mums not human, what is she?
After a long minute, I gather myself enough to ask.
“Ok so if you’re not human either, what are you?” I ask, not sure if I’m ready for an answer.
“What are we,” She corrects, mums trying to smile but I can see her stalling on what she has to say next.
“We are werewolves, and so is your father.” Each word like pulling teeth she winches.
I nod calmly, but inside I’m picturing horror movies, supernatural and twilight.
“I’d planned to give you today to celebrate and I still want to do that, so can we put this off for today..” She smiled wearily
I want to argue but I understand she's not saying no, just not now.
"That's fine mum, let’s light the candles mum, I’ve got wishes to make anyway.” I smile, I’d think about the rest later.
