Queen of the Hybrids

Chapter 1

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to. 

- Carl Sandburg 

CHAPTER 1

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10 years later… 

(Anastasia) 

I woke up panting as sweat traveled down my neck. Another episode of nightmare managed to creep in my dreams. When will they ever stop?

I started getting nightmares when I turned sixteen, and believe me when I say it scared the hell out of me. It wasn’t the typical nightmares I have read in books where you are being chased by zombies and such. It was like a memory of mine that was hidden in the back of my mind trying to escape from being chained, not to mention I would have headaches every time it happens.

I hate having headaches like seriously it doesn’t do me any good since it suppresses me from concentrating or doing chores around the house.

A picture of dead bodies flashed through my mind making me shiver. I groaned due to the light ache that I am feeling on my head.

“Ana?” I let out a shriek and turned to the direction where the voice came from. 

“Could you please stop doing that?” I said as I look at her with slight hate.

My mother, Veronica, was leaning against the door frame with her arms closed. She has jet black hair, grey eyes, and a complexion that resembles a Chinese porcelain doll.

No, I don’t hate her at all. I just don’t like it when people scare the s**t out of me; it makes me want to throw anything I get hold of. But in this case, I won’t do that because it’s my mother not my father.

“You were having another episode of it again.” She stated it like she knew what my dream was about.

I let out a sigh, the nightmare I had made me tired as if it happened. She walked into the room and sat at the edge of my bed. I noticed she was wearing her combat boots.

I groaned and slouched, “Are you leaving again?” it was unlike my parents to leave for two consecutive times this year, not that I’m complaining but I yes I am complaining. I don’t care if I sound like a child. I don’t like being home alone, because it feels like someone is watching me.

She sighed, “Your father and I need to take care of some things in the city, darling.” My mother’s voice was soothing enough to make my heart go soft and not argue with her. Why does she have this kind of effect on me, oh right she’s my mother that’s why.

My mind lit up with an idea, “Can’t you just take me with you? I promise I’ll be right by your side, I won’t go anywhere.” I asked her with a little hope drawn on my face.

She hugged me and I just let my body fall against her knowing what she meant by hugging me. They’ve never let me out after the incident on my sixteenth birthday and I don’t know why because when I woke up I couldn’t remember anything that happened.

“I’m sorry but we can’t take you. You are much safer here than outside.”

“You keep on saying that as if someone’s going to snatch me away like a baby, Mother,” I told her with a playful smirk. 

She let out a chuckle and looked at me with worry, “We’ll be back before you know it.” She hugged me one more time before placing a kiss on my temple, I let out a sigh of contentment and light squeezed her arm. 

“I’m going to miss you.”

“We’re going to miss you too like I said we’ll be back before you know it.” she gave me a smile that reached her eyes. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lost my parents.

Speaking of parents, where is my father? 

A deep voice interrupted what I was about to say, “Breakfast is ready!” I guess he was trying to say that cheerfully but it sounded like a grumble. I laughed at my thought of earning glances from my parents. I shook my head and got off the bed as well as my mother.

Carter, my father, was wearing an apron that he made himself. It has a red heart in the middle with the initials of my mother’s name.

“What?” I heard my father say to her. She then lightly nudge him by his arm before heading down to our dining area which made me stifle a laugh that I failed on controlling.

My parents act like teenagers most of the time which made come to think I have never seen them serious. I hope I’d see it one day or not, who knows maybe one of these days will be that day.