Ch-2
1127 Words
Raven Blackwell
It has been years, my memory of this place was almost vague. I couldn’t remember a single thing about it.
If I was being honest, the little nostalgia I had was just memories of my dad and Mom.
My dad always used to tell me that ironclaw was a town locked in the mountains.
It served as a form of protection for the wolves. Protecting us from the rest of the world.
They are humans in the town of course but everyone knew that the werewolves would rule everything.
So many stories about this place. So many memories but I can't even remember one.
A part of me missed Michael, part of me wanted to go back and other parts of me didn't care.
My bike started to sound off the moment I approached the town. You could boldly see the name written with spare parts of a bike right on top before you could enter.
It's read: Ironclaw. My memories didn't serve me right so everything was new.
The air was misty, almost like it was a dead town but I kept on riding. It was a biker town.
So I expected to see at least one mechanic and I wasn't wrong.
Immediately I saw it, I pulled up. It was just like every other mechanic shop: spare parts flying around. Old motorcycles by the corner. Oil spills at every angle and spanners flying around. It was nothing new.
"What did we have here today?"
The mechanic asked me.
"It's an old classic I got it from my dad"
I replied. He looked at me sternly as he eyed the bike.
"You look kind of familiar and so does this bike"
"Just hold on, let me check the gears. I'll get it up and running. Even though it sure does look familiar, I swear I've had my hands on one of these before"
He assured me as he spoke.
Part of me wanted to tell him that I inherited it from my dad. And my dad was from here but then I was only here to spread his ashes like he wanted.
Nothing more than that.
"Maybe it's just nostalgia."
I said as I giggled a bit, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"If you say so missy"
Instantly I flared up. For all the reasons I did not know I didn't like being called missy but I guess this was an old town so they had old rules.
"My name is not Missy. It's Raven"
I said.
"Well, nice to meet you Raven. You look really familiar"
He said again but this time I could see his eyes were golden. That only means only one thing, he was definitely a werewolf.
"Like I said it's just nostalgia"
This time I tried to sound a little bit more assertive.
" Okay if you say so. I just can't help it. You kind of look like my old friend."
I didn't need anyone to tell me that he was referring to my dad.
Our resemblance was quite uncanny.
I stayed quiet as I tried to distract myself by observing my surroundings. Everything was quiet. There was nothing interesting to see aside from the fact that right across from the mechanic shop was a bar.
“Savage Den”
You could see the signboard with the name on it. Almost falling off.
Then subtle thoughts of Michael filled my head. I couldn't get the picture of him and Cynthia out of my mind. They were naked together.
It hurt me every time I thought about it, especially because I knew I couldn't do anything.
"Why would he do that to me?"
I couldn't help but question myself as I muttered.
“Did you say something?"
The Mechanic asked me but then I denied
"Nothing I just remember that I have something to do"
I lied. I mean what was I supposed to do? Tell a total stranger that my fiance cheated on me with my best friend?
The whole part of it made me laugh. And then he looked at me again. Obviously he was worried about me just as he was curious about me. I knew that he was definitely going to ask more questions about why I was laughing.
I mean I looked crazy. Sitting by yourself and laughing.
"Are you sure you're okay ma'am?"
I saw that question coming but I have to lie again.
"I'm fine. I just remembered something very funny. My phone doesn't have service here so so I'm stuck on memories"
You didn't have to tell me that sounded extremely stupid because it did.
Realizing that if I kept sitting here waiting for the mechanic I was probably going to look extremely crazy.
I looked at the bar and concluded it was not a bad idea to get a beer.
"Are there any motels nearby?
I questioned as I tried to search.
"Well, the bar's got a few rooms"
" That's the closest to a motel?"
I questioned even further out of curiosity of course. I mean yeah it was an old town. But how could they not have at least one motel?
I guess I just had to make do with what I have.
"Alight then I'll just head up inside"
I said as I walked into the bar. Leaving him with my father's motorcycle.
As I stepped it to the bar, it was empty just like I had expected.
I didn't rustle around much. I needed to stop thinking of Michael even though it felt impossible.
I pulled up to the chair and waited for the bartender.
" How may I help you?"
A voice called out.
"And I need me a beer or two if you don't mind"
I asked without even looking at who was speaking to me.
Then a young man pulled up two beers and handed them to me.
"Thank you"
I said politely as I began gulping down the alcohol.
I couldn't help but notice that there was nobody in the bar with me besides the bartender.
Which didn't really help matters. How was I supposed to get over Michael in this dead town?
That was when I heard a bike pull up outside the bar. Finally some company I told myself.
Immediately, he entered the bar. Everything was different. His aura was appealing. I couldn't see his face properly because of the lights.
I didn't need to see his face; his body was everything I needed if I was going to forget Michael.
He walked up to the counter, not too far from where I was sitting. That was when I saw his face.
He paid no attention to me and ordered his drink.
That was when I made my move.
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