Now what?

Nightmares

Angelica’s POV:

Shooting up and frantically looking around I scold myself as I try to remember how to breathe. It has been 7 years. One would think the nightmares would’ve passed by now but I’m not lucky enough for that.

After catching my breath I force myself off of my bed and head towards my bathroom. Turning only the hot water on I strip and start my morning routine. Scrubbing myself raw and practically ripping my hair out as I brush it as fast as I can I get out of the shower. Wrapping myself in a towel I head towards the mirror, wiping the condensation off so that I can see my reflection. I love what I see looking back at me. To an extent.

My bright green eyes that life has finally come back too. My full lips, my light freckles on my nose. My almost white natural hair that reaches my waste. I filled out quite nicely too. I’m a C cup with a pretty much non-existent waist from starving my first few years as a rogue. My Butt is perky and round and quite a nice size if I do say so myself. I don’t really like how big it got but with all the training and fighting I had to do while I was still in the woods, it naturally gained quite a bit of muscle.

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I’m officially 15. It’s been 2 years since I’ve been made rogue and I’m getting the hang of it. Jumping tree to tree I continue to try to evade the rogue vampire that has been following me for 3 days.

Goddess it’s my birthday can’t a girl get a break!?

Taking a calculated risk I jump onto the dead tree that I’ve been practicing climbing all the way to the top on. Landing very clumsily I begin to climb as high as I can. Looking down the vampire has begun to climb as well. I just need to get past the tree line. Then he won’t follow me anymore. The sun is almost up he won’t risk it.

Of course I had to be unlucky enough to be on my period passing the Vamps Camp. At least it’s only one.

I’ve been training a lot more so if I need too I could fight him-

“AHH” I scream as I begin barreling down the very steep fall from the branch that gave out under my weight.

“f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k” I repeat as I flail my hands around trying to grab hold of anything to stop my fall only to land right in Mr. Vampy’s arms.

Holding me tight he places his nose in my neck and he jumps down the extra 50-60 feet from the tree. Landing gracefully with me still captive in his arms.

“Well well would you look at this.” He states tauntingly looking at the scar on my pack marking spot as his fangs pop out. Panicking I close my eyes as my body heats up and my head begins to feel lighter. Electricity begins to run from my toes to my head until I feel like I’m vibrating. This feeling. I don’t know how to describe it but every time it happens… Opening my eyes it’s just destruction. Trees are turned to ash, the grass beneath me is set ablaze, all I can hear over the ringing in my ears is the faint sound of his distant scream as he is being held by a force, I cannot see or identify, to a tree with fire that beams as bright as the sun engulfing him.

I watched him burn in horror. And then, I ran.

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Coming from my thoughts I look to the very faint scars on my pack marking place with distaste. I’m not sad anymore, not mad, or hurt. Not even hateful. Just disappointed.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I quickly get dressed in a long black tight skirt that’s stops right above my calves. A white ruffle blouse under a tight fitting black dress coat. Grabbing my keys and a banana I head to the office.

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“Hello Ms. Moon! How are you this morning?” My secretary asks upon me walking in.

“Oh I’m fine Sheila thank you. But we’ve discussed this, I’m not a morning person. You must let me have my coffee before you come all gleeful and chirpy at me. Alright dear?” I say sternly but gently.

“Yes ma’am” she says shyly as she blushes before ushering away to retrieve said coffee.

Sheila is gayer than the word gay. And if she wasn’t my secretary I’d probably have a little fun with her. But she wants love, and I like to mess around with women every now and again not marry them.

Walking into my office I settle at my desk. Opening my computer and turning my COM on so people can page me instead of calling. I hate talking on the phone.

Before I could even open my emails for the day Sheila’s voice came through the COM.

“Ms.Moon.” she said hesitantly.

“Yes Sheila.” I replied.

“There is a woman here by the name of…” She paused. ‘what’s your name’ I heard her whisper. “Margret demanding a meeting with you regarding her boyfriend.” she finished.

“Husband you dumb t**t. My f*****g husband. Tell that b***h to come down.” I heard the unidentified female bark at Sheila.

I was on my feet with my coat off and eyes flickering Gold before she finished her sentence. Storming out of my office I took the stairs. Practically running to get to the random woman speaking to the sweetest person I know like the dirt on her shoes. Entering the lobby of Moon Enterprises I am faced with a short, overweight, tanned skin brunette. Who, as I take her appearances in, is cussing Sheila out as poor Sheila struggles to get a response from the COM.

Stalking closer and placing myself between Sheila and Ms.Bitch I silently seethe as I respectfully say in a distant tone:

“Hello. What’s the problem?”

Staring at me for a moment she seems to be at a loss for words.

Clearing my throat I coldly say “You know normally when one walks into someone else’s business spitting insults and profanities at innocent workers they have a reason for it.”

I pause to look at her up and down. Bringing my gaze back to her eyes I step a little closer to her, bending down slightly as my 5”10 frame towers her 5”2 frame especially in 2 inch heals.

“I advise you to be quick to explain that reason before more of my patience dissipates.”

Sputtering for a moment she finally regains her composure and says “you’re sleeping with my husband and I’m going to sue you.”

“Who?” I say uninterested.

“Mark Sall?” she says cautiously.

“The IT guy we just hired? HA! Ew, makes sense you two would be together. Sheila, fire Mac whatever his name was for violating the no drama clause in his contract. And you McDonalds favorite customer, dismiss yourself and never again bring your rolls into my business with your foul disgusting tongue.” turning around, ignoring her as she begins to stutter trying to backtrack, I face Sheila.

“And you, go on lunch. Take my credit card and get your favorite meal and get two so you can take leftovers home for dinner. You are smart, beautiful, and important. Don’t ever let me catch someone, especially someone who looks and acts like THAT”. I pause emphasizing the word ‘that’.

“Speaking to you in the manner I very unfortunately had to hear you being spoken to. Do you understand?” I say sternly

Frantically nodding her head she looks down at the floor as I make my exit.

I hate people sometimes. Especially humans. Sheila’s the only exception.