Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
On the way back my mind was racing. I couldn’t keep it quiet even if I had tried. On top of my insistent guilt over Eric’s death, I was also thinking about my Demon… We passed an old abandoned wishing well in the forest, and I couldn't help but remember the first experience I ever had with him.
I was 9 years old. I was living with my mother in a small, cozy cottage just on the edge of the Obsidian pack. It was close to where I currently live now. We weren't part of a pack back then though, it was just us. Me and her. Thinking back, it was a little strange that we didn’t live in a pack, being Wolves and all.
I never knew my father and my mother never bothered to bring him up. I figured if she never did I wouldn't either. He was a forgotten staple in our household, but I preferred it that way. My mother always used to say that we were strong and didn’t need anyone to protect us. I always believed her. Honestly, what I wouldn’t give to be able to hear her words of wisdom again, even just one more time...
I snapped from my memory long enough to see that we were not close to home yet. So, I allowed myself to get lost in my memories again. She always told me I was forbidden to go to the well.
She said it was too far away from our cottage, and to go alone would surely mean death. I never felt unsafe a day in my life as a child, but she insisted that we were never truly safe. Not out here. She’d always say we weren’t safe living outside of a pack to begin with, but would never approach any pack to try and join. It never made sense to me.
She always used to say that we’d be fine around the house, but there were many creatures lurking in the forest. Most of which wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. I believed her, even though I had never personally seen another soul around here. Creature or not. I couldn't help my curiosity though, and would always try to sneak away to the well… Unsuccessfully, I might add.
My mother was around 5 foot 5 and had long blonde hair to the middle of her back. Her facial features were soft and alluring, which matched her personality. She was always kind hearted, willing to help anyone who ever needed it. Always the first to offer her services. She had an athletic build, as most Wolves do, and the most beautiful platinum silver eyes I had ever seen.
They were even prettier than my own. I swear though, those silver eyes were like hawk eyes, because she caught me every single time I tried to sneak off to the well, and made me come back to the safety of our home. One time I somehow managed to escape her watch. I cried out in surprise when I reached the well, alone, and realized that she hadn't caught me.
I stood there in awe, admiring the scene before me. The wishing well was absolutely beautiful up close. Stunning large, multicolored, stones made up the main shaft of the well. Complete with a dark stained wooden arch, harnessing a single rope and a matching stained bucket which could be lowered down into the well.
It looked as if the elements had never touched it. I could smell the clear, crisp, stream not far away which fed the well. I knew that the water flowing in the stream was a light turquoise blue, so it would make sense that the water in the well would be the same color. But I had to know for sure. Turquoise was my favorite color, and the well was my favorite place, even though this was my first real visit to it alone. I walked over to the well and peered down inside.
I was leaning over the edge to try and get a better look and see if my theory was right, when I slipped and fell down into the well. I felt my head go under the cool water and I held my breath. I opened my eyes underwater to realize it, in fact, was turquoise as I had thought. I smiled and surfaced soon after.
I knew how to swim so I wasn’t in any danger of drowning, at least not right away. In fact, I knew a lot of things, including how to defend myself. My mother never let me be unprepared for anything. I can't recall a time when we weren't training or learning something new. She overcompensated in that fact a little. At least I used to think so, back then.
I guess when you live alone outside of a pack, you never truly feel safe. Even with the abilities she had, there were always risks and I was always made aware of them. As I bobbed up and down keeping myself afloat in the crystal-clear turquoise water, my mind was racing. I was stressed out and trying to contemplate a way to get myself out of here.
I looked at the walls surrounding me, and they were all perfectly flat, as if molded that way intentionally. As if all the years of corrosion and elements hadn't laid a finger on a single stone. There were no hand holds, or jutted stones I could use to put my feet on. Nothing that could possibly help me escape this watery prison I found myself in.
Panic began to flood through my chest. I swam to the base of the well, running my hand along the outside edges just to see if there might be some sort of secret way I could escape. But it was no use, just as I had expected. The edges were perfectly smooth. I held my breath and dove back underwater, swimming down as far as I could but even with my eyes open, I couldn’t see any type of exit down here. I couldn’t even really see to the bottom of the well.
I surfaced and caught my breath, trying not to panic further. I was trapped. "My mom is going to straight kill me if I survive this.'' I said out loud. My voice sounded meek and frail, muted out by the large stone structure I was entrapped within.
"Then we might as well get you up and out of there, don't you think, little one?" A voice that sounded like liquid gold, purred from somewhere above me. I froze, fear overtook me, and I couldn't move besides kicking to stay afloat. I couldn't speak, I couldn't even think straight. That sheer and utter terror that grips onto you when something unexpected happens, tore through my chest like a freight train.
I thought I was alone… But apparently not. The shock and terror that flooded my chest quickly started to dissipate and I snapped out of it just long enough to look up. Standing at the top of the well was the most gorgeous man I had ever in my life laid eyes on. At the time I didn't appreciate his beauty as I was too young to care about trivial things like that.
But looking back he was about 6 foot tall. He had golden blonde hair that was cut into different lengths down to his shoulders and seemed to sparkle in the sunshine. His body was chiseled and defined, I could see parts of his muscles peeking through the button down shirt he was wearing. His facial features were perfectly symmetrical, high cheekbones and perfect porcelain skin free of any marks or blemishes.
He had the most beautiful golden amber colored eyes that seemed to glint and shine, even as far away as I was from him. I had no idea who or what he was, but I knew I should be afraid… I was afraid. Just the way he was standing there, silently, screamed power.
He was wearing black suit pants and a golden suit vest over top of a black long-sleeved button up shirt. He had a black suit jacket, which he had just set aside as he started to lower the bucket down to me. He was going to save me… I think…
Once the initial shock began to wear off, and I actually registered the color of his eyes, the panic came flooding back full force. He wasn't just a strangely beautiful man, he was a Reaver… I should have known immediately, but I knew now. I could tell by his golden eyes, and his liquid gold voice.
All Reavers have eyes the colors of precious metals… And voices just as silky and smooth. It's like everything about them was made to pull you in, entice you, entrance you, and lower your inhibitions... Reavers weren't only powerful, they were the most powerful creatures in this world….
It was said that they possessed some of the powers of all the Supernatural beings, plus a few of their very own. Rumor has it that they always trick you into thinking they are helping… But that's their ploy to get you in their grasp so they can kill you.
My mother hadn’t told me many stories of Reavers, but when she did speak of them it was always in a hushed tone. Almost a reverence, and I never understood why… She never explained when I would question it, either. Who was I to question such things?
My mind flitted back to the dangerous man up above and I looked again to realize the bucket was almost down to me. My heart was racing, beating completely out of my chest. I swear if I had stayed still long enough, you could have seen the ripples in the water from how hard it was thumping.
I wondered if Reavers ate children. Or if they liked to eat scared children. Being 9 years old your mind tends to run a bit rampant, and I had watched too many scary movies to think anything but the absolute worst…
The closer the bucket got to me, the worse the panic got. Even through all of my stress and panic, the only thing I could focus on was the fact that I was trapped down here, in a beautiful watery grave. I was trapped and one of the most deadly creatures in the entire world was waiting for me.
He was either going to be my savior, or my demise… and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out which.
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