Revenge of the Alpha Twin

Tiara sat still in the back seat, her face turned towards the window, staring at the tall trees and windy bushes that lined the dark, empty road. She had just had a small argument with her father and was in no mood to talk. Her father, after noticing her mood, began humming her favorite song in an attempt to calm her down. “Dad, please,” she eventually spoke, her voice soft but firm. “Would you stop please?” He sighed but continued to hum, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. The road ahead was strangely quiet, with no other cars in sight. Suddenly, from across the road, Tiara saw a flash of headlights coming from the woods. Her heart skipped as the car sped towards them. "Dad, watch out!" she screamed, but it was too late. The car smashed into them with a blaring crash. Tiara's head hit the window, and everything went black. Echoes of growling and strange sounds kept rolling till she went unconscious. When she regained consciousness, her head was banging with pain, and her face bleeding. Strapped to the seat by the seat belt, fear set in as she heard strange growls and the glaring sound of claws scratching the body of their car. She screamed in terror, struggling to free herself. “Daddy, Daddy!! Please wake up!” battling with the belt knob, she sobs bitterly. With a sudden click, the seatbelt released her. She crawled out of the broken window, blood trickling down her chin. She reached for her father, who lay unconscious beside the car, managed to pull him to herself, placing his head on her thigh. Her hands and dress now covered in blood, her cries for help echoed through the dark night. There were no oncoming cars, the moonlight which flickered was barely bright. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the bushes behind her. Fear lingered in her heart, her breath catching in her throat. The rustling became louder with each sound drawing her breath away from her. With glowing eyes and sharp claws, Tiara’s heart pounded as they approached. “Look what we have,” one of them sniggered, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her up to her feet. “Let me go!” she screamed, struggling against his grip. Another figure appeared from behind, lifting her father painlessly. “He is coming with us too,” the figure growled. “Please, leave him alone.” Tiara pleaded. As they dragged her towards the bush, she noticed a car parked in the backwoods. She knew she was about to be abducted, she tried to fight back but was no match. Looked back at her father, as he slowly jerked back to life, sneezing and trying to get on his feet. “Dad!” she screamed, reaching out to him. He dived at one of the men, pushing him to the ground. The struggle was fierce, but he was quickly overpowered. Hitting him with a large stick, he fell to the ground. Tiara’s eyes opened in shock, standing and holding the stick was a woman who stood smiling wickedly at her. With a nippy blow, he struck her on the head. “Dad!” Tiara's voice was cut short as the trunk door slammed shut, plunging her into darkness. The last thing she saw was her father lying motionless on the ground, and the werewolves standing over him. As the car sped down the road, she could feel the galloping as they moved. The sound of the car drowned out by the hum of the machine. As she lay in the truck, gradually losing blood and feeling dizzy. A sharp pain pierced her side, as she gasped for air, clinging to her chest. And with a final rustle, she became unconscious. ~~The Vision~~ Set in terror as the figure approached, its presence portentous and threatening. Suddenly, the figure seized Emily, her tears flowing freely. “Lily! Help me!” Emily cried, stretching her shaky hands towards her. Lily’s eyes widened in horror, as she began to weep. She reached out desperately, her voice choked with fear. But the dark figure, its face hidden, disappeared into the depths of the woods, with Emily’s voice fading into the distance. Still in shock, Lily turned, and standing behind her was her mother who stood quietly at the edge of the field, a faint smile playing on her lips. Covered in sweat, Tiara opened her eyes slightly, struggling to make sense of her environment, when suddenly she noticed a shadowy figure standing in front of her bed, unmoving and silent. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, increasing the tension in her heart. Slowly the figure leaned forward and was about to touch her when she jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the light in the room lit up, and standing before her was her stepmother, her expression indescribable. “Tiara darling!” her stepmother said calmly. Fear gripped Tiara's heart as she sat to comprehend what had just happened. Before she could speak, Luciano and Lucas rushed into the room, their faces etched with concern and relief. “Tiara, are you alright?” Luciano asked, his voice covered in relief as he knelt beside her. Tiara jounced weakly, her voice shaking, “Was it real?” Luciano placed his hand on her shoulder, his countenance more firm and worried, “What are you talking about, Tiara?” Her eyes danced between them, her mind clouded with fractions of the unsettling dream. She sat up suddenly, tears streaming down her face as she looked around, hoping for any sign of her father. “Dad! Where is he? Is he okay?” she cried out, her voice trembling with fear and despair. Luciano and Lucas sat at her side, gently stroking her shoulders to calm her down. “Tiara, please, calm down, “Luciano said, his eyes filled with concern, “the doctors are doing everything they can.” He assured her. But Tiara could not find peace. Her mind contends with horrifying thoughts. She knew her life would become a living hell under her stepmother if her father did not make it. The door to her ward opened, and the doctor walked in, calling Luciano and her stepmother over to a corner. Tiara watched them anxiously, her tears still flowing. She noticed Luciano’s phone on the table beside her bed beep with a new text which seemed to be from his father. Curiosity eroded her, as she raised her head and read the message, “Where are you? Your fiancée is here.” Her heart sank. The word “fiancée” echoed in her mind, bringing a fresh shock of despair. As she turned to look at the doctor, she saw her stepmother burst into tears, her shoulders shaking with the force of her heartbreaks. Tiara’s breath caught in her throat. Her father was gone. The world around her seemed to crumble. Her worst fear had come true.