Wandering In The Dark

00|Snowflake Lullaby

Copyright © 2018 by Tanirika

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Okay, so hi, I mean hey. How are you all? Now I feel a little stupid because I don't think anyone is going to actually read my book. But if you are reading this line right now, please don't leave it. I promise you the book will bring some emotions out of you. I will try my best to make this book good in every field.

So well all I want to say is that if you decide to read this book you are an amazing person and love you even though I know nothing about you.

WARNING

The book will contain very dark themes which can trigger quite a number of readers. It has disturbing scenes that will show you the real traditional life of a werewolf. It's not your typical werewolf story, there is going to be no alpha who would come kidnap an omega and then boom! they fall in love. No, please. The characters, especially the protagonist is not going to be predictable at all. the protagonist is the darkest character I am going to write about. the protagonist loves darkness, she is not a broken girl who is engulfed with helplessness. she will be a very peculiar character and I hope you people will try to like her a little bit.

thanks :) :)

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'when I first started writing this story, I wrote about a dark theme with a happy, heroic and courageous protagonist. But it did not work, I was frustrated, after a lot of thinking I realized that the problem wasn't in my writing but my protagonist. I did not want to write about a heroic character with a happy ending, I wanted to write about the villain of the story'

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" Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before"

-Edgar Allan Poe

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Snowflake Lullaby

" Here in The Forest Dark and Deep, I Offer You Eternal Sleep"

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HER UNSEEING eyes never failed to traumatize others, in spite of the fact that they were of such a peculiar yet exquisite shade. They were barely green on the outer rim, but that hue was quickly overtaken by a purple tint. The rare shade of her irises never comforted her even though it was something to be proud of, it only invited all the unwanted attention she despised.

And therefore, it was not a familiar day when a child trotted to her looking straight into her eyes almost fascinated by them. The child with golden pigtails and sparkling blue eyes; whose name the peculiar eyed girl never discovered, had begged the person she called her mother for those eyes.

It had surprised her, for the last time someone had complimented her for her eyes was long ago, so back in time that the year, the month, the day had forever been obscured.

she shut her eyes close, trying to make her memory vivid and broad. Trying to make out names and faces she had long ago forgotten.

But it was nothing but a vain attempt to bring back the streaks of her painful past, her past for which she sacrificed her ability to feel joy only to forget it. Her memory had become so vague that often a naive desire grew inside her to make it evocative.

The garrulous gust of wind mocked her ignorance, the wind with a taste of snowfall and sleet had nearly depopulated the busy avenue. Not bothered by the harsh weather, the girl who sat under a willow tree with her guitar, counted the money she earned by playing a mellifluous tune on her stringed-buddy.

5 dollars, she thought letting out a disheartened sigh. She knew it well that it was not enough for what she wanted but she also knew that she won't rest until she gets it.

The street musician walked with careful steps, the sky has darkened and the sun hung low behind the dense clouds. White fell from the sky carpeting the ground.

Neon lights sliced their way through the fog lightening the darkened path, the night arrived with a steady blow of wind which whipped the hair of the lone wolf in her eyes. she tossed the strands back, glimpsing the source of the neon lights.

As she got closer, the pop music got louder almost quelling the tranquillity once present in the atmosphere. the sound of chatter and giggles of obnoxious teens silenced the quiet of the Pacific night.

It was Friday night, clusters of jocks and cheerleaders flooded the bar. the girl with the guitar made her way into the bar, getting pushed around quite a lot.

She went straight to the counter, raising her eyes only to meet the ones of the bartender. Her eyes hit him like lighting, the rarity paralysing him to the core. Her eyes could be said to be beautiful in a way, but they had the ability of overwhelming people with fright. Her eyes reflected a story filled with pain, mystery and darkness. They held pain which had been numbed a long time ago, They held a promise of revenge. They were dangerous.

"what do you want? ma' pretty lady," the bartender said with a thick accent.

The girl with the dangerous eyes chuckled without humour at his choice of adjective. dragging a bar stool, she sat staring at the man with matted, tawny locks.

"what 'bout a bottle of rum, huh?" she said pocketing her hands.

"that'd cost you a twenty, but you can get it for a ten,"

"what 'bout a five?"

the man pursed his lips before replacing it with a smirk.

"for that, I'd be needing your name and number," he said with a smug look.

"well then, they call me Meadow. and for the latter, I'm sorry but I don't have a cell" Meadow said nonchalantly.

"well then," he mocked. "I'm sorry but you won't be getting any "

"that, old man, is not a wise decision. Let me warn you " Meadow said narrowing her eyes.

"it 'be good if you go back to your home, young girl," the man with tawny locks exclaimed bitterly.

"so, you won't cooperate, huh. Looks like I need to put you back in your place, old man" Meadow said in a truculent manner forming her hand into a fist ready to fight.

Both angry souls glared at each other, ready to rip each other apart. The atmosphere grew thick and dense, the street musician and the old bartender stood in stiff postures amid teens and adults who couldn't care less.

A twenty-year-old young woman who sat next to Meadow had heard the whole conversation, almost entertained she decided to intervene. With a neutral face, she swaggered to them. She grabbed Meadow's fist uncurling it and placed twenty dollars.

"welcome, the name's Charlotte," the young women said while running her fingers through her blonde hair.

"I was not going to thank you," Meadow said as she handed the money to the bartender, who took it not before shooting her a scornful glance.

Charlotte simply shrugged and gave her a smile.

"so, where are your friends?" Charlotte questioned.

"I have no friends"

"really?"

"yes"

"why is tha-oh look! your fingers are bleeding! you okay?"

"I am fine, they are not bleeding right now, it's only dried blood. it's because of playing the guitar" meadow said with a shrug.

"isn't it painful?"

" I stopped feeling pain a long time ago. " Meadow whispered in a hoarse voice.

The neon disco lights which danced dramatically fell on meadow's face enlightening her sharp features, vexatious young adults moved rhythmically to music, they moved quickly and lively with red cups in their hands. Annoying humans swayed past Meadow, not minding the lone wolf standing without moving a muscle who had never felt such adrenaline these people felt while dancing, who was in an oblivion, who never had such mates to have fun with for her past had forever restricted her to feel joy; something that had become strange to her.

Meadow threw a sideways glance at the blonde woman before taking the bottle of rum and exiting the bar, not bothering to be grateful to Charlotte for she had forgotten the meaning of etiquettes and manners.

Charlotte stood staring at the bar stool where once that peculiar eyed girl sat, deep in thought. Meadow, they call her that, she thought. The moment was quite ephemeral to her. And as the blonde woman stood there her heart grew heavy with despondent for she knew that she will never be able to meet that enigmatic girl with the guitar.

As Meadow walked along the snow-laden pine trees, a mile away from the bar, feathery ice crystals with dainty six-fold symmetry fell from the sky. Meadow glanced at the flakes of snow descending from the sky almost enthralled by them. beautiful, she thought.

The word beautiful was magical, it was amazing how the word had no limits. anything could be beautiful, it depends on the vision of the person. if you believe that the evilest thing is beautiful, then it is.

Meadow's past taught her this, that even pain and death could be beautiful. She just had to learn to see the beauty in them.

And now she doesn't feel pain because she knows how beautiful it can be.

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