Dearest Bella

Red

Slam!.. The door smashed against the door frame; cracking the white paint. “Katerina! Where the f**k is Carter?!”

A nervous red haired woman of piete size was shuffling the papers on her desk while juggling the phone to her ear. A husky voice spoke on the receiver end; “Carter, go.”

Kayla quickly replied; “He’s losing it Carter, where are you? How’s Bella?”

Carter sighed; “She’s in a coma. The doctor thinks she may not wake up for a long time. I’m on my way I’ll inform Damian the details in 40 seconds.” 

…A few minuets later the door slams again as an angry Damian and serious looking man with short blonde hair and blue eyes; follows closely behind.  

 The assistant looks down at the scattered papers realisation dawning on her. She quickly placed them back in order and attempted to hand them back to Damian. 

Damian looked at the papers in her hand, taking them he sighed. “Thank you Kayla, I’m going straight to the hospital after this meeting. Cancel all my afternoon appointments. Get the plane ready to go by 11:30. I want to be there Asap.”

Kayla nodded and quickly returned to her phone to arrange the flight. 

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Beep… Beep.. (the heart machine began to increase). Bella began convulsing in her coma. Her body contracting back and forth. A hand grabbed her forehead and neck withdrawing quickly at the searing heat. The pale shade on her skin was transforming into a pinkish hue. The nearest nurse entered the room, alerted by the alarm. Hesitating a brief moment at seeing a handsome man wearing a black suit with blue eyes and dark brown hair, in the room; hovering over the patient. She began assessing the young woman. More nurses arrived in a big flurry the sounds of foot steps echoing on the white tiles. The man shifted to the side to give the nurses space to work. His gaze never shifting from Bella’s face. A cry came from the first nurse as she withdrew her hand from Bella’s arm where the anima was sticking into her arm. The room froze and the man moved to stand next to Bella and quickly pulled out his phone. Immediately it began to buzz. As he answered the nurses looked at each other confused and distracted from the patient. The first use was holding her hand showing her college the burn mark already going blistering red. 

The man named Carter with a serious face turned to the nurses and with a deep commanding voice said; “Bella is to be transferred to the East enders clinic immediately. The doctors and staff there know her condition and are the best to deal with the symptoms. Bella has a rare form of trauma that induces episodes. Especially when she doesn’t take her medication.”

The nurses looked in surprise and began to leave one by one. The first nurse was taken to another room to care for her hand. Bella was transferred shortly after in the helicopter due to her serious condition. Carter never leaving her side. He made a series of calls. Suddenly over the radio system new coordinates read out to the pilot. He looked back at Carter in surprise and he just nodded. The pilot turned towards the new location. 

As the helicopter landed on the air strip next to a giant mansion waiting below was Damian, his assistant and medical staff. As soon as they landed Bella was rushed into the medical wing. She was soon stabilised and her breathing returned to normal. Her skin was still hot to the touch with its pinkish glow. Damian visited her everyday; waiting for her to open her eyes. He missed her laugh and was waiting for her transformation to be complete. 

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Bella was walking.. forever walking. He feet were sore and hr yes stinging from lack of sleep. Where was she going? How long did she have to walk for? All around her was dirt and dust, fences and nothing but red dirt and blue sky. Bella was watching her mind fray into pieces nothing made any sense here. Then suddenly an old town came into view. More like a handful of houses scattered around one street. She stepped foot onto the tarred road and felt the ice fill her spine. Her hands clenched as she marched forward. The house at the end (more like a shack) crumbling as the old wood barely contained the evil within. The green door beckoned her with a cold wind stirring. Bella’s mind screamed in fear. She knew the horrors; they lived in the back of her mind. She hid them from herself and the world everyday; pushing herself with work. Now here she was facing the demons of her past.

She felt herself shrinking, the house became larger and the door handle was a struggle to reach. The handle twisted slowly making the door creak. Bella coughed as the stale air hit her face, she covered her nose to find the hallway unlit and dark. Her whole being was scream leave and her blood was rushing too fast. One foot in the door a small shape caught Bella’s eye. A toy car; purple next to two cams shaped jeep ones. Bella kept her slow pace as she entered the lounge room. 

Two olive green recliner chairs and a cherry red couch sat in the room facing a plasma tv. Carved elephants stood holding up a table; filled with a mess of syringes and white powder. A switch blade rested balancing between a small hand gun and a picture. The frame was covered in a thick layer of dust. Bella heard her voice as a child; “Quick, clean it before they get back.” A loud whip sound and crash filled the air. A scream tore through the silence. Bella’s body automatically began moving towards the room where she hated with every fibre of her being. The door swung open on its on accord. She was greeted with the stench of death. The room was small but big enough for several men. The walls covered in crayon and children’s paintings. On the floor in the middle sat the engraved mark. A thing of pure evil, a gateway for many criminals. Bella felt herself crumbling to the ground. She lay down unaware she was positioned on the card itself. She felt only fear and misery; as the darkness continued to rage control over her mind. Bella looked up and saw the it; looming over her like the eyes of death she cried beneath the piercing blue orbs drinking her in. Closing her eyes to shield her from the torment she drifted into a relentless chase to find a sibilance of peace. 

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Damian paced his office, he was still waiting on Bella to wake up. It didn’t make any sense; she should have woken up by now or at least changed her condition. Bella still had a fever and would often scream out or cry. This time he could hold her when ever he wanted he didn’t have to hide. Bella had been in her coma state for two months and it was beyond the time it usually takes to transform into a full grown wolf. Something must be wrong. Damian headed towards his library opening the door he found Carter thumbing through old scripts. “Are you any closer to finding the prophecy?”

Carter looked up and shook his head. “Damian its not here. The only place it could be is at Elenor’s manor and you know she will want to see you and only you.”

Damian clenched his hands; he had no intentions of walking into that place again. Damian clicked his tongue and walked over to the window outside stood a giant statue of the moon goddess ‘Luna.’ The figure was smiling down on him her eyes once kind held a mocking mystery behind them. She held a wolf cub in one hand and a snake in the other. (The snake was actually the justice symbol; the head of the snake held the blood dish, the evil/vile side. While the other held oil, the righteous side of justice.)

Damian felt a small tremor of disgust as his eyes fell on the dish of blood. Bella was an innocent in this game; she had committed no crime but there she lay trapped under a merciless goddess. He hd no choice he had to make a deal with the devil herself. Damian turned to Carter; get the car ready get Jason and Hannah to watch over Bella while we are gone.

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The road to the manor felt like a long winding road to hell. 

Damian held the gold box in his hands constantly glaring at the small figures dancing on the front. He mentally prepared himself for the meeting; building his wall of indifference. The road turned from tar to pebble and the grand line of trees began their wall of solitude blocking an escape plans he had formulated. Finally they reached the front gate the golden bars flung open and the car emerged into the large circuit space infant of the manor. With sandstone walls and giant window doors framed with golden leaves and white Lillies. Damian stepped out of the car silently followed by Carter. He was greeted by the butler and then rushed inside the first lounge room to wait for Elenor herself. Damian sat himself in the guest chair while Carter went straight to the nearest bookshelf looking for the desired text by chance it would be sat near by.

The doors opened and a commanding voice filled the space; “Its not in there; but nice try Carter. Always the snoop.” Elenor flicked her loose strands of golden hair over her shoulder. The beauty graciously sat in the chair across from Damian. “Now what do I owe this grand pleasure? I recall you telling me you never wanted to see me again…” Elenor smirked.

Damian set his shoulders, handed the box over without a word and sat motionless. It was a trade off no words were necessary the only thing that came of her perfect mouth was poison. The manner of her address was a fine decoration for the barb she stuck into your spirit as she lay fire through her voice. 

Elenor lifted the lid to see her beloved treasure; the blade of fire. Made out of a solid mixture of silver and wolfsbane; delicately covered in gold branches and white Lillies. The blade shone of its own accord going its name as the blade of fire. Elenor smiled and mind linked her personal servant to bring her own gold covered box. This one however was much larger. The servant held the box infant of her; as Elenor took the snake and Lilly necklace off and pulled the snake head out turning the snake into a hidden key. Elenor looked up at Damian’s surprised expression and smirked. She pushed it through the key slot and twisted three times. It clicked and the lid shifted and the sound of compressed air was relased. Elenor slid the lid of the box to reveal a pile of papers tied up in red ribbon. The delicate paper had been preserved for thousands of years and here they were fresh as if they we’re scribed on this morning. Elenor handed over the text giving Damian a warning glance. “Careful with these; they have been in my family since it began.”

Damian quickly took the papers and put them in his own compressed box that Carter had been carrying like a briefcase. He eyed the blade he had given to Elenor weighing up the risk he was taking giving her the eternal weapon of his ancestors. “Same to you, Elenor.” 

Without any more time to waste they swiftly left neither wishing the other farewell or good health. 

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Bella could hear scratching and whispers as she squinted in the torch light. Her mind was racing back to her reality she was no longer in the room but now lying in a field with the mark under her. Creatures hovered around her still form; her heart beat racing as the closet one looked directly through to her suffocating soul. A blade was held between its hands golden with small white things; the figure moved as if dancing gracefully towards her. Words filled the air around her as the other creatures called out. Her hands were bound by a dark hard substance. Bella tried moving away but it made the creatures get louder she guessed they were laughing at her demise. The bearer of the blade now stood over her; positioning the blade above her heart. Bella felt terrified. A small ripple of light reflected from the blue eyes of the stranger. The strangers face changed from victory to confusion; as a flash of immense light took over everything. There was no more fear, hatred, or darkness. 

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Damian opened the box and pulled the text out onto his desk. Pulling the ribbon loose he began sifting through the pages. The parchment was thick and the ink was wiry making it difficult to read. It was in an ancient language (derelict) only the original families could interpret. Finally he found it; the prophecy that would answer the mystery of who and what Bella could be. As Damian read the last inked words with a frustrated and grave face Carter knocked on the door.

Damian mind linked Carter; “Not a good time, Bella could be in more danger than we thought.”

Cater hesitated for a second; “She’s awake, sir. She’s different.”

Damian raced to the medical wing momentarily forgetting the new learnt dangers. “Finally.” He called through the mind link.