All Alone Am I
"Eye of the Wolf"
"All Alone Am I"
It seemed like my entire life had come crashing down as I watched the man of my dreams assume the body of a werewolf and run off into the woods. Feeling as though I had lost him forever, I just knelt down and cried for a good long while. I don't know how long I had been crying, but it felt like an eternity. For the past few days, I had started to fall in love with this man, even though I strongly denied it. All my life I had dealt with the hardships that had come as the daughter of a corporate raider who had just conquered a publishing firm.
What was I you may ask? Well, I was his daughter, a daughter who was ignored for a good part of my life by him. But, I knew that he would be coming soon because two of his guards were dead and the man who had assumed the same powers as my lover was also dead, but not before he had tried to rob me of my virginity.
Realizing that time was of the essence, I rose to my feet and walked slowly back my cottage that my father kept for me. It was all deathly quiet as I walked towards my cottage, the sounds of my high heels piercing the silence that surrounded the scene of what just happened. I could only think of the consequences that I may have to endure and if I did have to endure them, then I would never see the love of my life again. I walked into my bedroom and took a good long look in the mirror, staring at the torn white blouse and black skirt that I was now wearing.
As I stared at my tattered clothes in the mirror, I thought to myself as I sat back down on the edge of my bed that I needed to get out of these torn clothes before my father and the police would arrive to question me of what I was doing at the time of the crime. However, I began to think of my life, a life that had been through one of the most turbulent periods out of any normal young woman.
To begin with, I was born to my father, Raymond Alden, a well-known corporate raider and publishing tycoon in New York and my mother, Elizabeth, a well-known pediatrician. Throughout my childhood, I always the one who got looked down upon the most by my father, although he did love me a lot like all my other siblings. In fact, when I was six years old, he got me my first horse and I took a very keen interest in horseback riding. For six years, I had the distinction of competing in horse shows across the New York state and my siblings would always admire me for who I really was.
My mother was always the one who supported me during my childhood, always being there for me whenever I needed her. But, as they always say, all good things must come to an end. When I was at a horseshow in Buffalo, my mother was on her way to one of my competitions when she was hit by a car while walking from the hotel she was staying at. When I received the news, I was devastated and in the years since, I slowly gave up horseback riding competitions and turned to drugs and alcohol, distancing myself from my older siblings and younger brother. I started to hang out with the wrong crowd as you might call it. Between the times I was 12 until the time I was 18, I ended up in jail six times for drug possession and the more that I ended up in jail, the more I ended up being distanced from my father.
Many years went by since my childhood and now here I am, a beautiful young woman of 36 years living in various apartments around the New York area since I don't have the money to buy a place of my own. Whenever I came back to our estate, I would always stay in one of the guesthouses, away from my father who was always working. It was during this time that my younger brother, Matt, was diagnosed with a personality disorder and the year before this story began, I came home one day to find him dead on the kitchen floor. He had taken his own life and for the second time in my life, I had lost someone very close to me.
Yes, it seemed that the loss of my mother and brother only added to my miseries and after my brother's funeral, I walked down to the beach overlooking the lake and looked out in the distance, wondering when my time would come. My pets were all buried here and I wondered as well when I would be joining them. We were not a very religious family, but I always spoke to God and wondered whether my time would indeed come and he would always tell me that my life was not yet completed until I found a mate to call my own.
After Matt's death, I had decided to live out my life on the estate in the cottage that I had occupied. My only companion here was Fleeting Ways, my horse that I had considered my only friend in the years since the deaths of my mother and brother.
It was here on this property that my life was changed forever and it all started one night in March where my father was hosting a grand party at the mansion for members of his publishing firm. I was inside my cottage and decided to go sit outside with a glass of wine and take in the cool night air. Throwing on my brown coat, I walked outside and sat down on the bench looking up at the clear night air that was right above me. My father had invited me to attend his party, but I turned down the offer. He knew that I wasn't like all like Henry and Caroline my older siblings and seemed that I would never be like them at all. On this night, God told me that there would be a man who would want to leave his wife because his wife would cheat on him and that he would be setting his sights on me.
At first, I didn't want to believe him, given the fact that I had many men who only admired me for my beauty and not for my abilities that made me who I am. Suddenly, I heard a noise in one of the bushes and I saw a middle aged man in pain, sitting down and clutching his chest.
"He needs help," I thought to myself and got up off the bench and walked over towards him. Perhaps a drink of my wine would help him. I got behind him and stuck my hand down in front of him with the drink in it, placing it in front of his face.
"Drink it," I said to him and he took the drink and finished it off. Once he was done, I patted him on the shoulder and walked away from him. "Good boy."
I stood on the edge of the entrance to my yard and smiled at him as he looked over at me. The pain he had was gone, but he was still weak and I could see it in his eyes. He was much older and I could tell that he was also married, but I didn't comment on it.
"I'm afraid I finished your drink," he said remorsefully, placing the glass down next to him. But, it really didn't matter to me as I wanted to create small talk to get his mind off of the pain and my father's party.
"What are you, the last civilized man?" I remarked sheepishly, thinking that the comment he had just made was amusing to me.
"I'm just embarrassed," he replied, feeling very low. However, given the fact that I was once a part time psychiatric nurse, I could understand his feelings. From the time I was 21 when I graduated from nursing school to the time I was 35, I was a psychiatric nurse in Manhattan and dealt with people who were mentally ill and did not belong in society as it was.
"Half the people I know are on Thorazine," I chuckled to myself silently. "So your little anxiety attack barely arouses my interest."
The man chuckled and looked over at me, admiring my body and my personality for the most part. Although, I wasn't in the mood to be hearing something like that.
"You're very kind," he said, although I refused to accept it, given how my life was much rockier than this man's life was. He seemed to have it all: a job and a marriage to a much older woman and I was alone and at an age where most women would be happily married and raising families.
"No, I'm not," I replied walking off the steps slightly. "I'm Laura Alden, Alden's my father."
The man smiled at this, knowing that I was the daughter of his boss. In his mind, he could sense a little bit of my father in me, although I tried to hide it from him.
"I'm Will Randall," he replied.
"Nice to meet you," I remarked, staring at him while biting on my lip. "But, you're not an easy guy to surprise, are you?"
Once again, Will chuckled as he once again looked at me for my beauty and not my smarts.
"Not tonight," he said. Then, he seemed to have something on his mind and I wanted to find out what it was.
"He'd just fire you, didn't he?" I asked as he let out a heavy sigh.
"Demoted, I think, is the word," Will said, seemingly defeated. "I've been offered a choice between no job and a job that no one would want."
"So, what will you do?" I asked him, wondering what his future would hold. He then smiled again and looked down at the ground.
"I'll probably take the job that no one would want," he said, looking back up at me after staring at the ground for a moment there. "I don't have the courage to be jobless at my age."
To me, I'd always like hard working men and that they should have a job as much as hard working women do. Although I didn't know it at the time, I was starting to get an attraction to him as he was now starting to get an attraction to me.
"Old guy, huh?" I remarked after hearing the comment.
"Yeah, old guy," Will sighed as he got to his feet, knowing that my father and his guests were waiting for him. "Well, I'd better get back."
Will attempted to walk, but he stumbled over and I walked over to him to break his fall and in doing so, he placed his hands on my breasts, much to my annoyance. Underneath the green shirt and light green undershirt I was wearing, I had on a new bra and it was already being ruined.
"Was that on purpose?" I asked him and realizing what he had done, backed away in embarrassment. He thought that his wife was going to scream at him for doing what he did, but I didn't mind that whatsoever.
"Oh, God, no," he said embarrassingly. "You're perfectly safe, I'm married."
So, my suspicions were indeed true. He was married and I was single, but I didn't know how long it would be this way.
"And that makes you perfectly safe?" I said to him.
"Well, yes," he replied, still looking at my breasts as he felt the strong attraction towards me. I then saw that he needed to be spruced up a little, given the fact that my father liked people who looked presentable to the public.
"You'd better clean yourself up if you're going to face the crowd," I said and I pulled out a cloth from my coat and handed it to him as he wiped the sweat off of his face while I dusted off his jacket. After a few moments, he was cleaned and I patted his face.
"There you are, dear," I said. "All ready for company."
"Thank you," he said and walked off back to the party as I watched him leave. There was something about him that I found to be attractive. In fact, Fleeting Ways began to whinny wildly as Will walked off, almost as if to sense that he had a presence that was unlike anything I had ever seen before.
Little did I know how much this man that my father had just fired, would change my life forever…