My Royal Wolf Blood

By the time I have woken, the moon reaches its highest point, above the horizon, opposite the brightest star in our universe. I feel paralyzed, just like before, just like always. I have woken. As my heart pounds hard, I sweat profoundly, and my tears spring from my eyes, unwillingly. My endeavour to take control of my breath fails me once again. My chest rises to the beat of my heart and falls to the loss of air in my lungs. “Come on, Fea, tell us.” On the floor she stood, her hair bounced off her shoulders, her bright eyes glowed within the darkness. She inhaled the purple liquid that smothers her rough fingers. Her features appear so familiar. “Cyclopes.” She suggests. The Cyclops on earth were primordial giants, myths, they were said to be born from Gaia, and they were said to possess great strength and ferocity, with one bulging eye protruding from their forehead, a myth from the earth, humans made up centuries ago. It is just a myth. “No. Are you sure? It is purple blood…” Behind me stood a woman with dirty blond hair, touching her light pearl back, as her deep strawberry eyes rolled at the boy who was speaking, “Don’t say Medusa.” She spat. And again, a monstrous creature with the ability to turn anyone who gazes upon her eyes, to stone, Medusa remains a popular monster upon our mythology creatures. It is just a myth. A smile crosses the other girl's face, “You have said Medusa every time we find a body, do you see statues anywhere? Plus, her blood is green.” Bodies? No one notices me, I stand in the background, watching them in an endless building that ought to be under construction, although, wired with police tape. Their uniforms seem unfamiliar. They are not police, especially when talking about creatures like that. Another girl does the same, drops on one knee, and picks the gooey stuff up from off the floor with her cracked fingers, Fea makes eye contact with a guy who stands at the back of the group, he follows her with his eyes, I try to move but I cannot. I'm stuck like my feet are trapped in dried cement. He leaves the group and enters a small room behind them. They don't leave a trace. Everything they do seems featherless. Who are they? “So, Cyclops, you believe?” someone says behind me sarcastically as if he found a clue. “Why do you think that?” He walks over towards a table, hovering his hands over it, just beside him the switch lift and the room filled one by one with beaming lights. “Cyclops!” “Yes Cyclops, I just said that, but why…” Her sentence slurs as her eyes trail past Fea. “No. One. Move.” They stop, and Fea’s hand raises, giving them a signal, I soon see it, in the corner of my eye, as I’m looking for it, but un-noticing it, they all slowly place their fingers around their swords, and stand so still, watching as the eleven- foot Cyclopes, half of the size it should be, demolishing something so small it only held it with one hand, blood drips down his long muscular arms, Fea is waiting for the right moment for everyone to get in position, “Feaya.” He whispers they are getting impatient, and so am I. A small screech comes from one of their swords, the blond boy gulps, and stops midway, heart pounding, Fea’s eyes stay focused on the creature, the cyclops drops the rest of the unrecognizable human being onto the floor and splashes the blood puddle towards their feet, he sniffs the air, turning as he does. Now facing all five of them, their hearts pound, their eyes glow a bright colour, and a bright golden sun splashes across their face and reflects their swords as they immediately become aware of their situation. “RUN!” they turned running through me as the cyclops followed behind my arms to protect my face his body went through mine, and I shifted… Small shocks went through my body as everything went black. The smell of burning and the heat became unmanageable. Where am I now? A cemetery? Maybe? Fea appears, just standing over a grave, a grave that could have been hundreds of years old. A name exists, a name that is hard to read. But noticeable. Feaya Mae? Did she die? Then what is she? Is she a vampire? A ghost? As if werewolves were not enough. In the shadows, a harsh, deathly voice spoke. “Fealishia?” Her hand grabs her sword and stops at his throat. “I should kill you!” She growls. “I don’t think my father would appreciate one of his angles, murdering his brightest son.” He chuckles. He is enjoying this. His shadowy hair, gentle but strong face, murky clothes, light pastel skin. “Why do you follow me? Isn’t there anyone you need to torment down below?” Are they talking in riddles? She seems so angry towards him, but the way he looks at her, he is messing with her, tormenting her in his way. And he likes that. “There are a few people in the damned that need to be punished. But I prefer to be here. With you.” The damned? “But I need you to understand I'm here for you and the other five. Have you spoken to them about our agreement yet, my love?” Fea places her weapon back into the cover. His head turns, his eyes, a deep black. Werewolf? Maybe, but how? Feaya tries to walk away, but the guy stops her. “Lucifer please…” I watch as he places his finger on his sharp lips. Lucifer? His eyes left hers and looked my way. I peek behind me as if someone could be there, but no one is. “What is it?” She whispers as she pulls her sword again. “Unwanted guests. One of the five” He grins, a grin that terrifies me, a grin that has haunted my dreams, he glides towards me, a swift walk, and the fog beneath him runs away as he steps closer as if it is avoiding him too, frightened of him like I am. The moon lost its light as he got closer, I stood still, but there was nothing I could do anyway. And he stops. Inches in front of me. He can not see me, can he? Impossible. He looks down, his eyes locked with mine, and his bright red eyes turn pitch black. “Hey, little wolf.” My heart stops. How am I here? But I still cannot move, the tears in my eyes start to blur out my visions and burn my throat, and my heart pumping in my chest starts to overpower the constant thundering in my head, “What is it?” Fea whispers. “I will see you soon, little wolf. Do not worry about that. But this is my time. So, it’s time for you to wake up!” His hands grip around my throat, cutting off my airway. “Wait.” I gasped, but I was too late… My heart thumps in a restless rhythm and my head is unwanted thundering, forcing me to endure immense pain; at this moment, I realize that I am both innocent and vulnerable. I have woken, yet I am not awake. Every night, like a constant circle, a repeat of pain and torment, but that is just the beginning of my nightmare… My eyes scan all around me, so I see, and hear; yet I can not move, I am awake but paralyzed, a feeling that is now familiar to me. I struggle to take control of my toes and my fingers, bringing sweat and flushes of heat over my body as if I have been beaten. Silent cries escape my trembling lips for anyone to possibly help me; my mother and stepfather are just a couple of footsteps down the corridor of our average family home, in a small town hidden in the middle of our complicated country. I’m an unordinary girl lying powerless, calling out to her family to save her from this torment. Inhumanly, my heartbeat travels for miles, but evidently, small shrieks don’t even reach my door. My feet and hands feel as if they are bolted to the bed as if someone is forcing my own body, holding me against my will. A cold beaming sound enters my shallow room; the uninvited creature enters the screeching door just in time. The darkness and sorrow engulf my vision, and the temptation to look consumes my head, but my heart tells me I want to hide and run from the horror of a dream that keeps manifesting roughly every night since my first change. I can sense it coming, my mouth makes more wimping noises just as if a dog has wounded its leg, an image of it limping to safety, it’s pure, its innocent, and its vulnerable body has taken control of itself to fight for survival. But in my case, at this very moment, I am counting, playing the dream in my head multiple times, ready for the change of pressure holding my head down, to release me from this agony. The figure that lingers in my room, leaves traces of death behind as it comes closer, my neck finally unstiffened, my whole head turns away from death, and my eyes turn to the moonlight, I hope it will give my wolf the power to survive, the fear rises in me as the shadow of death forms on my tile floor. I turn my head toward the endless ceiling. It’s here. Tears form and spring down my freckled cheeks, the deep sole of mist laying just above me, it’s so still, so lifeless, so cold. My body curves to the voice that echoes through a deadly cave, my head bends with my body, and my lungs gasp for air. “Please…” I chock… “What is it that you want from me?” My fragile body slightly touches the bed, my springy curls touch my pillow, my arms swing unconscious, and my legs drop unresponsive. I hang there in mid-air. No answer. Nothing comes from death itself, and again, in five seconds, I will be able to move. Still silent just kills my ears. My freedom from sleep paralysis is coming closer to its end. Five… The death emptiness moves nearer, face inches from mine. Four… What do you want from me? My mouth closes and remains closed as the struggle to open it becomes unbearable. Three… My toes began to form their body heat again. It knows it has little time left in this world like usual, but it has not yet moved. It brings my body closer to it, practically touching, eye to eye. The dream became different this time. Two… The screams inside my head burst towards the Shadow. And finally, it speaks, the deep resound bleeds in my ears, “You! Lucifer has been waiting for you for centuries, all of you. He is coming, be ready. On the night when five were born, it will be the death of you all, one soul shared between five, the dark Prince will be ready to take the soul for himself, and all to be enslaved for an eternity.” One…