"Maybe they’re vampires." My mom said and shoved another handful of popcorn in her mouth. This is what stress eating looks like. "I mean they are gentlemanly and dressed nice. Most vampires are gentlemanly, you know before they ripe you into tiny little pieces and drink every last drop of blood in your body." She swallowed another handful of popcorn. I don't think she was even chewing.
"Dress nice?" I asked, reaching over to the cabinet to grab a glass. I placed it under the stream of water coming from the faucet I had left on earlier.
"Yeah they dress nice to lure people in." My mom said like it was obvious.
"Okay one." I raised the glass to my lips to take a drink before passing it to mom. "You need to stop watching vampire movies. Two, out of all the things dad said about vampires was that all you heard? Or did you forget about the fact that vampires are pale. Three, they can't be vampires, they're not pale." I tilted my head to the side and squeezed my eyes shut. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound rude. I know you are trying. I am freaking out just as much as you are. And it's just that there's this little voice in my head reminding me that dad is currently in the same situation as us seeing as he is going to be marrying the other one." I ran a hand down my face and opened my eyes.
"The other one?" My mom asked, confused.
"Karen," I said bluntly. "You know. the one who was married to ass-- i mean john and is now going to be married to dad in 4 months. I told you guys I didn't like them. that something was off. But no, don't listen to me. what do i know.`` I huffed and mom placed the cup on the counter.
"I don't remember you saying you didn't like them." My mom said, confused.
"Are you serious?" I asked, glaring. "Oh honey, my sweetheart. I'll follow you anywhere. Oh... I have two kids? over course i'll pull the plug on life support and just let the law deal with who Ashley will be going with." I mocked.
she had a guilty look on her face.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. Though that really isn't fair to blame your sisters death on us. We had to pull the plug anyways. We didn't want to make it harder than it had to be."
"You guys didn't even let me say goodbye." I said with tears in my eyes. I was suddenly in a tight embrace. I laid my head on mom's shoulder and wrapped my arms around her waist. A single tear ran down my cheek but I wiped it away and let go of my mom. "We are getting off topic. We have other things to worry about." I said and my mom reached forward wiping another tear from my eyes.
"we'll talk about it later, I promise." My mom said and nodded my head though I didn't really believe her. I'll forget to talk to her about it as well. We'll get busy and forget about our emotions until they are just so piled up onto each other we will snap at the littlest things.
"Talk about what later?" John asked and I flinched just from hearing his voice. Think think think think... *light bulb*
"What's a luna?" I asked and all three guys in the room stiffened. Well then. Isn't that interesting.
"What makes you ask?" Mr Desmond asked. I shrugged my shoulders and turned around to completely face them
"Oh, well people at school have been calling me luna lately. I wasn't quite sure what it was so I looked it up. Google didn't really help so i figured i would just ask." I said, it was half true after all.
"Who called you luna?" Liam asked and I liked the way the word, lune, rolled off his tongue.
"One of your friends did once actually. Then there was other people who would accidentally run into me and say sorry luna and run away." I said furrowing my eyebrows.
"Which friend?" Liam asked in almost a threatening tone. I tilted my head to the side and just kind of looked at him.
"I don't think I'll tell." I said with a small smirk on my face. Liam didn't seem to get ignored or challenged much when it came, well anything. You could tell that he stood that he radiated power it was almost....an.....alpha.................................... stance.
"Which friend?" Liam asked again, clearly upset and not realizing I was close to wetting myself at the fact he was a werewolf.
I can't even remember what we were talking about.
I looked around and thought about what we could possibly be talking about. I mean have you ever had those moments where you forget everything because you were in a daze. Or the times you are scared so bad that you forget your own name. Well that's how i feel right now. And I knew I had to say something because the longer I stayed quiet the angrier he got. and the angrier he got the closer he got to me.
"Um." I hummed and he stepped even closer. the power was coming off of him in waves. Each wave crashed into me sending mixed signals to my body. Like how my brain screamed run to my body but my body decided it would stay put. Kind of how I could stay a spell and throw him across the room but I can't even remember how to speak.
Liam stepped one step closer and I could feel everyone else in the entire room backing up, I didn't blame them. I would too. If I could.
His chest was an inch away from mine. I could feel his breath on my forehead. I looked up and our eyes made contact immediately. I placed my hand on his chest and felt his entire powerful stance shut down with one shudder. I heard doors close from behind me and knew I was now alone with him.
Thanks mom, I thought sarcastically.
Looking into Liam's eyes I tilted my head to the side. I could feel an energy pulling me to him. I ignored it of course. I wasn't giving into nothing. Especially to an alpha werewolf. Do you know how obsessive they get? They are the most emotional supernatural creatures out there. they run on emotions. They also get very overprotective. Easy to piss off too, you say something wrong or make the wrong move your head is rolling across the floor and they walk away like nothing happened. Though now that we are in modern times i am sure that they might have a little more control. Well I hope anyways.
"Which friend?" Liam asked again.
"What are we talking about?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows and placing my other hand on his chest to balance myself. He looked down at my hands and grabbed both my wrists with his. He looked back up at me and tilted his head to the side. A small smile spread across his lips and I got even more confused.
"I was asking which one of my friends called you luna." Liam clarified. He leaned forward more and took one hand off my wrist to reach behind me and turned off the faucet. The way he was looking at me it was as though he wanted to eat me, and not in the aggressive werewolf way.
"Why does it matter?" I asked and ran a hand up his chest. his hand snapped back to holding my wrist and i had to hide the smile that was growing on my face.
"Ashley, who called you luna.?"
A Luna: can also be known as the partner to an alpha. That helps run the werewolf pack.
Oh hell to the no
Gosh dang it google
I pulled my hands away from his chest and out of his grip.
"It doesn't matter. I'll just think of it as a nickname." I called over my shoulder and walked out of the kitchen.
I needed to keep a decent distance away from him. At least for right now. The force is strong with this one.
But for now I had to inform mom of what they are. I walked into the living room where everyone else was and stood next to my mom. Liam was next to walk through the door.
"So is everyone ready?" Lying butthole asked wrapping around my mom. I could tell that she was uncomfortable. That's how I felt when I was left alone with the werewolf who had anger management issues.
"Ready for what?" I asked and pushed myself between John and my mom effortlessly separating them.
"Well we had decided to go out to eat tonight earlier, remember?" John asked and went to move around me and go back to my mom but I stepped in his way and wrapped my arm around her instead. John looked over at my mom for help but she just tilted her head at him not sure what the problem was.
"Tonight, are you sure? I heard it's a full moon tonight. That's when crazy people start to come out. It's an actual known fact that murders tend to happen more frequently on a full moon." I said lightly pulling on my moms hair every time I said full moon.
John let out a small laugh and shook his head.
"I don't think you will have to worry about that in this town." Mr. Desmond said, giving me a small smile.
"Besides." Liam said leaning against the wall. "Tonight everyone is out in town celebrating. It is our town's founders day after all."
"Did you not want to come?" John asked me, confused. I guess my excuses came off as a way for just me to get out of it. I was actually just trying to get these werewolves to leave so i could come up with a plan. I didn't want my mom to go alone with them because something might happen and it will be all my fault because I wasn't there to save. Then I would have to move back with my dad who is in a different country and have to deal with Karen who is also a werewolf. But seeing as there is only one of them there I would just cut off her head. I mean if you cut anything head off it will die. Well except a windigo, you cut one of those things heads off they just walk over to it and put it back on. It's almost as bad as a Leviathan, don't even get me started on those crazy fuckers. Those are the adrenaline junkies and -- nope i said i wasn't going to go into it so i'm not going to go into it. It's just I knew one of those things until one day he went past his limit. He figured out real quick that he might want to avoid witches for the rest of his life. Because us witches are badasses.
"If you don't want to come that's fine." Mr. Desmond said, snapping out of my raging thoughts.
"She's just paranoid." My mom said for me and I gave a small glare. I wasn't that paranoid. It's just when I hear a bump in the night-- I push something against my door to make sure that all my windows are locked. I kept a baseball bat by my door. And make sure that I had a quick exit. I didn't like the idea going downstairs and searching the house that is stupid that's how people die and I did not want to die.
No, I liked living. I mean yes I am a witch but that doesn't mean I'm protected from everything. It's just better to be safe than sorry.