Hidden Lycan. (COMPLETE)

Chapter twenty one - Alaric's pov

That damn spell. I've spent years pushing the memories of my childhood to the back of my mind. Years locking them up to where I could never reach them, where they could never surface. I've spent my life fighting, trying to forget the pain of it. But now, after that damn spell everything has surfaced like a tidal wave of emotion and memories. Ones I didn't want. 

Age five, I remember I was playing outside. It was like any other day. I spent the day outside running around and playing with my sister. We were running through the yard, but everything changed that day. While I chased my sister she fell into an old well, one we didn't know was there. I remember her laying at the bottom of the well broken. Her leg laying at an odd angle, her head turned unnaturally around. When they pulled her up we were told she died on impact. Broken back, leg, neck. And from that day on everything for me changed. 

After her funeral when we got home, my father roared his rage. He grabbed me up by the collar of my suit and beat me until I blacked out. And every time I'd come to, he would repeat the process. As I healed, he would beat me again, never letting me go without some mark. He broke more bones than my sister ever did, punished me for something that was out of my control. 

As I continued to grow he would strap me down to a table and carve into me with knives. Just cutting me wherever he could. But on my chest he would use silver, carving runes into me that he found in some ancient text. They were said to be curses. My looks were a curse. I was cursed to attract women to me wherever I went, all of them wanting me for nothing other than my looks. 

Another cursed me to be more or less emotionless. I felt anger, pain, confusion, all the negative emotions but never anything positive, not until Fallon at least. I wonder of she was the cure to all of this. But did I really want to be cured? My father had punished me, beat me, tortured me into me that I was worthless, I'd never be loved or accepted and I believed him, I still do. I can't count how many times he almost killed me beating that into me. 

But today, when that witch reverted me to that seven year old child, Fallon tried to help. There was no hesitation, no questions asked. Not even my mother tried to help me, but Fallon did. Pulling her own clothes off to try and stop the bleeding, fearing I would die from blood loss. And she done this before she even knew who I was. She didn't know that child was me, all she knew was there was a child beaten and bloodied. 

I leaned back against the chair as I swirled the bourbon around in my glass, watching the brownish liquid as it followed my movements. "Hey man, what's eating at you?" Lucas asked sitting across from me. I sighed looking up to him. "Nothing." I told his firmly. I did not want to talk to him about it. I didn't want to talk to anyone about it. "I'm going for a walk." I told him putting my glass down and walking away. 

Clouds dotted the night sky. The stars and moon barely able to to peek through and shed their light on the earth. I breathed in the crisp night air, hoping it would clear my head of all the things I'd tried to hard to never think about. Of course it didn't work, but did I really expect it to? 

Movement down at the dock caught my eye. Looking over I saw fallon standing there. She wore a ankle length white night gown that clung to her. Her raven hair was loose and blew gently in the breeze. She stood there, looking like a goddess. The moon reflected off her skin, making it look as if it were glowing, her white gown standing out against her black hair and the darkness around her. 

She was the type of girl most wolves dreamed of. She was beautiful but she didn't know it and would never agree with you if you told her. She was shy but assertive when she wanted to be. She was protective and possessive. She was strong in mind heart and spirit. And she cared for people with a passion I didn't even think was possible. She was unique. 

"I can feel your eyes on me." She said without turning around. I raised my brow and made my way over to her. "It will be hard for any of you to hide from me Alaric. My lycan has a very good sense of smell and your scent hit her a few minutes ago." She said lightly. 

I went and stood at her side and looked over to her. "Why are you always out here at night?" I asked her. She smiled and a light laugh escaped her. "Because the night is peaceful. It's when the world is asleep and the moon and the stars shine their light glow telling us that tomorrow brings a new day, a new chance to start over. Night is the end but of one thing but the start of another. It's like an in between stage where nothing really matters, not until the sun rises. 

So as the moon has risen I am letting go of what happened today, purging my soul of the blood and darkness today had brought and opening it up to a new day. A new chance to fill that spot with light and peace." Her words struck me like a ton of bricks. She was right. I have never thought about it like that. All it has ever been is night and day, nothing that really mattered just something that has always been. This woman, though held for twenty years has more knowledge and more understanding of the universe than anyone I've ever known. She sees things no one else does. Maybe I could accept her. Maybe she could be mine. But did I deserve her?