My Awakening

The First Day

What can I say about me? My name is Mordia and I am a 35-year-old single woman, who lives in an apartment by herself, in an ordinary job, with an ordinary life. I am not drop-dead gorgeous size 6 super model, I am your average woman, with my own body type, long blue and purple hair, tattoos and some mundane hobbies - like the gym. Nothing exciting or special about me, so much so, I have never caught the attention of anyone long enough to really start a relationship, luckily, I have some great friends who are also single and we keep each other company.... 

Today has been like any other day, even though it's my 35th birthday. The shops are crowded and I still have a few more items to get on my shopping list before I head home and relax a bit before catching up with friends for drinks. I walk into the food court to grab myself some take away, and a tall muscular tattooed man catches my eye, I notice him stiffen and turns around and our eyes meet. s**t. Did he just catch me checking him out. I think to myself and I divert my eyes to the floor and hurry past. I resist the urge to look back, but I can still feel those grey eyes burning into my back as I hurry into the crowd of hungry shoppers in the food court. 

My heart is pounding and I have a tingling sensation running through my whole body, like I am still being watched. I feel so self-conscious now, that I try and make myself as small as possible, as I quickly order and stand in line waiting for my food. As soon as I have my takeaway, I flee the crowded food court, and head back home. The sensation has turned into pins and needles running down from my neck cross my shoulders and down my back, like my stroked by fire. I try and calm my breathing worried I am about to have a full-on panic, attack, and race back to my apartment. 

As soon as I am inside, and the door is closed, the feeling starts to subside and my heart and breathing start to calm down. As I put away the shopping and settle down to eat my lunch, I remember those grey eyes staring at me as if I was some morsel of food, or maybe anger, as I think about him, the tingling sensation returns but not as intense. I chuckle to myself.

"Well, been a while since someone has made you feel that hot and horny, Mordia." I laugh to myself. He was a good-looking man, and I have always been partial towards heavily tattooed men. But I shake my head, not getting my hopes up. Plus, I have my birthday outfit to squeeze into soon. 

After a shower, I start dressing myself up for drinks. I have a little sexy black linen dress; it has a bit of a flow to it and gives me this cool witchy vibe. With some ankle boots, because i prefer to be comfortable and practical and some layered jewellery i decide just one of my shawls will be enough. It's early May, so the weather is cooling - living in Australia means I will never have a white Christmas. Luckily, we all live close, and we have chosen the local Mexican bar for drinks, so it's an easy walk to catch up with my friends. 

The moon is already rising as the sun sets, it's a full moon, I note to myself. I walk up to the Mexican bar and I see my three fave girlfriends waiting for me. I raise my hand to grab their attention, and they smile as they see me walk up. 

"f**k, Mordia you look hot tonight!" Reine says as she looks me up and down. "Hell yes you do!" Rebecca and Joanne pipe in together. I half laugh and give them all a hug. "So, ladies do we want to head in and start the party?" I ask. All three beam and nod, before we all move inside to find a table. As we sit down, one of the waiters comes over to give us the menu. 

"Thanks, just a round of margaritas, and bowls of chips and dip please." I ask, and smile. As he walks away, I lean in and begin to whisper. "So." I start, “today at the shops I got caught checking out this super-duper hot guy. My god he was delicious." I smile. My friend’s eyes light up, and look at me to say more. "There's nothing else, I had arms full of shopping and in my house clothes, I was not going to ask him out." I look at them. 

"You need to get laid tonight though, M, it's your birthday, and you are smashing that dress, love the gothy style, particularly with your hair out." Joanne says, taking the drinks from the waiter and passing them around. "Besides, there is nothing wrong with one-night stands, who needs a steady relationship, us four are single and loving life, we don't need baggage." She continues. 

I sip my drink and nod. "True Jo, let's get a bit plastered and find some one-night stands!" I hold my margarita up and we all drink to that. After a few rounds, we are all laughing and having a good time. I slight figure catches my eye out the corner of my mind and I turn to see who it was. I only catch a slight glimpse of tattoos before whoever it was disappears into the crowd that is now filling the bar. I feel a bit deflated, I guess i had hoped secretly that man from the shopping centre would be here tonight. 

"M, are you coming?" I quickly turn back to my friends. "What, sorry?" I look at them confused. They look at each and then back to me, "Ok, who caught your eye M?" they giggle. I shake my head. "So, are you coming to CURE?" Rebecca asks. I shake my head, "No ladies, I think I am done tonight. I am feeling a bit off, and dancing doesn't sound like a good thing now." I frown. But they look at me understanding. I give them all a hug and thank them for the drinks, and start my way home. The temperature seems to have a dropped a bit, and I wrap my shawl around me further to keep the chill out. The moon, is casting her light down, and as I walk through the small local park near my apartments, I get a terrible feeling. I stop and look around. I feel like i am being followed again, but I can't seem to move, I feel like I have frozen in place. The moon disappears behind thick clouds and the world is cast into darkness. I look around, the feeling of dread creeping in. It seems to get colder, i can now see my breathe hanging in the air. What seems like a shadow of even deeper blackness seems to be moving closer to me, and I am completely frozen in fear. 

The next moment, I am slammed into the recess of a slightly hollowed tree trunk, a very warm body pressed up against me so i can't move. a large male hand has covered my mouth and his head is down near mine, i can feel his warm breath against me. I try and struggle, but i'm pushed further into the tree. "Stay the f**k still" a gruff voice whispers into my ear, sending chills down my body. It feels like my whole body is on fire with electricity. A thousand times stronger than the tingling I got from my perve of that hot guy in the shopping centre. My mind is racing, from feeling this hot and hard body pushed up against mine, which is quite hot, to s**t, he could kill me panic. I can't move and i can't scream. His musky smell is intoxicating, and my fears that he is going to assault me get pushed into the back of my mind, as I breath in his scent. I start to calm myself down, when I open my eyes and see those grey eyes looking at me. His expression looks like anger or frustration, and I try and push myself into the tree further to hide from whatever rage seems to be going on in him. The moon, comes back out and the darkness recedes and he releases his hand from my mouth, but still has me pinned to the tree. He keeps looking into my face, searching as the anger makes way to frustration. 

I manage to get my hands up onto his clearly chiselled chest. Now I am pissed, what the f**k is he doing, who does he think he is, "get the f**k off me", I say. trying to keep my voice powerful, to mask the fact that I am slightly seduced by the position he has me in. 

"If it wasn't for me you would be dead." He growls back at me. I'm confused, and what he says doesn't make any sense. He moves back, releasing me, squinting his eyes at me suspiciously, "Who are you?", he whispers. He is clearly confused himself; I think to myself. I stay silent, dust myself off of leaf litter and bark from the tree. I look back at him and quickly tell him my name, "Mordia". He doesn't acknowledge it, or offer his name, just those grey eyes staring at me, he looks like he is about to take a step closer to me, and I quickly take a couple steps back. He looks hurt from my reaction to him, and i can see him sigh, his shoulders relaxing a bit. I decide, this was a close call with an unstable person, I quickly pick my purse off the grab where i dropped it when he grabbed me, and when I look up he is gone. I frown, before shaking my head, taking a deep breath to settle my nerves and head home, as I am about to open the front door to my building, I hear what sounds like a wolf howl. But I laugh to myself, there are no wild wolves in Australia.