My Awakening

Inheritence

I spend the next few days trying to work out what is happening in my life, power, magick, seduction, disappearing men. But today, I am taking some time off work to head into the city to meet with the solicitor and clear this issue up about some Great Aunt Elyssia. 

 I arrive at the office of Mr Hudson, and I am greeted by the receptionist who offers me a coffee and a seat in his office. Mr Hudson walks in with some files and sits down. "Thank you for coming in Miss Carver, I have all of your Aunts paper work here, if you want to just have a look and a few of these documents, to confirm your details." Mr Hudson hands over some documents. I take them and scan them, and my heart skips. She was definitely a relative, there is no mistake.

“I see, so no mistake.” I hand the documents back to Mr Hudson. He then pulls another document out and looks at me.

“She has left everything of hers to you, I am the executive of her will. She was a wealthy woman, family money from her late husband’s family.” He pauses, “so all her assets were to be sold, and the money put into trust for you, moneys in her bank accounts were to be given to you for you to use how you wish, and there is a storage box full of family heirlooms which will be delivered to you once it is shipped over from her storage shed in England.” He hands over the will for me to read. But I just stare at the paper, unable to comprehend. I look at him, shocked.

“It’s a lot to take in Ms Carver, I have executed everything to get the ball rolling, the money will be in your nominated account you give me today by the end of next week.” He shuffles through some papers, and hands me one to complete. As I start filling out the form, I look up and ask, “How much exactly?”. My hand is shaking a bit waiting for his response. “A substantial amount, Ms Carver, enough to buy your own house, a new car and live off the income from the trust money. I encourage you to see a financial planner/accountant to help organise your finances.” I manage to finish filling out the papers he has given me as my heart pounds in my chest and I sign release forms. Once we are done, we shake hands and he shows me out of the office, congratulating me on my inheritance and condolences for my loss.

 I am heading home, trying to process the information that has just been given to me, I decide, since by next week, I will be a millionaire, I could move out of the small apartment I am renting and buy a house for parties, maybe one with a pool for me and my friends during summer. I start getting a bit excited, and I could even give some to Mum and Dad. As soon as I am home, I ring Mum and let her know the news, then I call the girls for a girl’s night out celebration on Friday – I just don’t tell them what we are celebrating. I then settle in for the rest of the afternoon to online browse, houses and cars, spending some of my money in my head. As I am scrolling through an advertisement pops up for financial advice. I remember, Mr Hudson’s comment about getting a financial planner or accountant to go through the finances etc and provide advice to best utilise my money and future invest. So, I give this Charleston Associates a call and book in an appointment, the receptionist Mary, says they are available for evening appointments during the week for clients who work during weekdays. I make an appointment for Thursday evening at 530pm, giving me enough time to after work to get there. Looking at the time, I swear, I promised Jared, I would go to the gym this afternoon, even though I am a bit excited about being able to buy my own place etc. it’s been a couple of weeks and my jogs haven’t been fruitful enough to be classified as real exercise. A year ago I was a frumpy nerd, losing my ability to independently walk up and down stairs. A year at the gym and dietician and I am now doing triathlons, I may not be much smaller, but I am definitely fitter. I jump into gym gear and head down to the gym.

 It’s a bit quiet. I pop my gym bag in a locker and pull out my towel and bottle. Then I feel someone come up to my side, I get a tingling sensation and my breath hitches. I turn and there is Blaed, putting stuff in the locker next to mine. I don’t acknowledge him, returning back to my stuff. Trying to make myself busy. I hear a snicker of amusement from him, that no one else seems to notice. I sigh with annoyance and head into the gym and onto a treadmill and start a warm up. Blaed settles into the tread next to me. I try and keep my annoyance hidden, and focus on my screen. Jared comes in as the coach, and smiles at me in the mirror when he sees me jogging. He starts the class, and I try and focus on Jared’s comments and instructions through the treadmill exercises. But it’s hard not to notice Blaed next to me, running without breaking a sweat, keeping up with the highest intensity intervals.  This frustrates me even more, why is he here? I push the speed button up, why am I attracted to him? I push the speed up again. I’m not flat out running, so focused on my internal monologue, I miss Jared’s instructions to run the treadmills down to cool off. I look up and see Blaed smiling at me in the mirror standing there, then I notice the concerned look on Jared’s face, and I quickly run the machine down to walking, realising how sore and out of breath I now am. Jared walks over, “Are you OK, M?” concern in his eyes. I nodded, take a breath and a drink of water. “Just running off the last of my frustrations.” I say breathlessly and with a weak smile. “I could help with frustrations.” Blaed says with a wink before chuckling and walking out of the gym. I stand there speechless as he grabs his stuff and walks out.

I am now fuming. Gritting my teeth, Jared pats my back and asks if he can come for drinks on Friday, which I agree quickly before I walk out grab my bag and stuff everything in and storm out after Blaed. When I am out on the street, I look around but can’t see where he went. I let out groan of frustration, before a hand runs down my back. I turn and there is Blaed, smiling at me.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can we start again?” He asks me innocently, holding out his hand for me to shake. I am still fuming and I bite my lip and try and push down my anger so I can be some semblance of civil. I don’t say anything but shake his hand, letting the heat between us run up my arm and down my back. “Ever since I saw you that first time in the shopping centre you have plagued me Mordia.” He says looking at me. I just stare at him, not really knowing what to say. f**k, twice he has attacked me while I was out jogging. My mind is just blank. I can see the frustration in his face, and he shakes his head, “speak, goddamn you, say something anything.”

“What do you want me to say Blaed, the real time I met you you had me pinned to a tree, the next time you pinned me by the throat against a wall. What am I suppose to say to that?” I stare at him incredulously. His face softens, and I can see a hint of sadness in his grey eyes, hi brings his hand up and stokes my cheek before cupping my face with his hands, and leaning in to give me a soft gentle chaste kiss on the forehead. My emotions are all over the place, it is clear I am attracted to him, and he never actually physically harmed me, while it scared the s**t out of me, it was rough but still controlled. His gentle chase kiss, causes fire to burn through my veins, and I feel sickened, like I’m some masochist, I should be walking away, but I am totally drawn to him and it feels right. “Who are you Mordia?” He asks me again softly, looking into my eyes. He leans in again as I lean into him, I can feel his warm breath against me, but just before our lips touch, he quickly pulls back, and pushes me behind him.

“What do you want.” He asks someone. I peak around him to see who he is talking to and see the dark eyed stranger standing there. “Clearly I am interrupting a moment. Do you really think a ‘dog’ is worthy of such a creature as this young woman?” He asks, looking at me like I am some sought after prize. Blaed growls, a sound that shouldn’t be human. “You are nothing but walking carrion, Nate.” Blaed growls back with a slight smirk. The stranger, who seems to be called Nate, looks around warily, before taking a bow looking directly at me then seems to vanish in a blur. I blink a few times, to try and reconcile where he went, but can’t. Blaed turns back around to me, and touches my arm, just as a couple of other amazingly good-looking blokes turn up.

“I will walk you home, Mordia, it’s not safe at the moment to be walking alone.” He says taking my arm gently. I frown, it’s late afternoon and my home is only a 10min walk away, I pull my arm back, and remind him that I am not a damsel in distress and walking 10mins home, alone, will not be a problem. He shakes his head, and nods to his mates. “He will be back, f*****g bloodsuckers, only reason why we are here.” He says looking out into the distance. Before realising I’m still there and smiles at me. “Be safe, I will see you around Mordia.”

I smile back and say goodbye, before turning and heading home, the entire time I feel like I am being watched, and as I almost reach the apartment block, I think I here a wolf howl in the distance.