I'm dreaming again, although as I become more unconscious the realisation evades me.
I stand in the middle of a busy city street. I mean , I can't say it's busy now but it's filled with empty cars in the worst traffic I could have ever seen. I look up at the clock on the screen behind me. 5:30 it reads. But something tells me it isn't anymore , despite how the sky seems to fit the time my instinks say differently. The world... It's stuck. Frozen in time at 5:30.
I don't understand, having no clue how it's possible to how I know it's true, but do. I'm standing on a time paradox, some times with my thoughts I think i'm one myself. I have no idea where to go , so I move the only direction I can when i'm in this situation. Forward. I shuffle past the frozen cars on the road, in utter silence. A silence that leaves chills that curl their away around my bones and back. It's unnatural, disturbing how the only thing I can hear is but my own steps, and the slam of doors as I close them to continue my path. I follow the road up and turn a corner.
Maybe the best next step is to look for other people , ask them what's going on. I turn left down the street to the walking path. Sure to get off the road. Noting how the placement of cars looks like hey were all in a rush , almost like they were running away from something just before the time stopped. As if they were scared and that leaves me with the same feeling that spreads ice through my stomach , but I ignore it and keep walking. Well knowing Banal's if they couldn't make it safe on the road then surely they must have done the next best thing and hide out of the open. So I make my way to check the streets. I pass a boutique with a pink and black curled sign that reads 'Miss Aue-Claire 'and press my ear up the door. Knowing with my werewolf hearing I'd easily be able to hear even without going in directly, I'm grateful , it be a pain if I had to break all the store windows and would attract to much attention and I doubt the kind I wanted. But I can't hear anyone now , I knock still no sound, no movement or whispered voices on the other side of the door. I move on and do the same for the next twelve shops until I pass the grocery store, almost given up I almost pass right by it, but my ears pick up something a shuffle , a scurry like rats sniffing danger. Then I feel the eyes pierce my back they wouldn't be able to see me well , but enough to know I was there and looking for something in the stores. I reach for the door handle and turn it noting that I can't open it not to my surprise , I consider other ways to get in, knowing that even if pick locking was my thing -which it wasn't - I didn't have the tools on me to pick the lock so naturally I did the next best thing. I leant down a picked up the first thing I found lying on the ground and threw it through the window , smashing the glass.
I hear screams in surprise as I smash the window. With what turns out to have been a small pram. I make my way in , stepping over the window frame and dodging some shards of glass that remains spiked but unshattered at the side of the window.
Inside a Banal family sits on the ground in what appears to be in shock. A mother clutches a young girl to her chest as she cries into her mothers shoulder, the fabric of her mothers shirt muffling her sobs. Thick and muscled arms of a man I expect to be the child's father, embraces them protectively and he raises his eyes to meet mine. He doesn't pull back from my eyes like what would be expected of someone who just scared the crap out of you as they broke in through your stores window. At least I assume it's their store... Rather he glares at me looking up and down me as if taking in information, cautious and untrusting .
"Shhh." I put my hands up in a gesture which practically screams ' white flag'. But the man doesn't lessen the harsh suspicion in his eyes. " I'm not here to hurt anyone, I just want to know what happened here that's all." I tell him honestly my voice smooth. He stares at me a long time before replying."We were attacked." He tells me, looking back at his crying daughter as if unsure how to continue. He pauses shifting his eyes back on me unsure. Debating how much he should reveal to the strange teenager girl who broke in through the window with a pram and keeps asking too many questions. He must decide it's okay to tell me because he continues on keeping it vague " We got caught up in something big."
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"We?" I ask him.
He looks up at me "Us, everyone, every human in the world and now we're stuck here hiding from our problems like rats. " I frown sincerely which is rare for a pure blood werewolf, even a few of the banal-turned or those related to them through generations. Some of us see them as weak and cocky creature's, even though we're alike them or they used to be, or at least I think so... Some of them miss the days of being simply banal rather then being one of us. But me on the other hand , I've never thought of them that way just the opposite in fact, I've always thought of them as creative , as smart. Even though they don't have the better hearing , instinct and advancement in some fields that we do, they make the best with what they have,and in that way they're no different to us. If I were to be more frank I'd even say I had a curious streak for them . After all when a Banal-born becomes a werewolf they have to cut all ties with the human world and join a pack and I respect their strength to do that. Most never talk about there past lives, most assume it's because they don't miss it that they want to forget about ever being as helpless as a pure Banal, but I think it's because they don't want to forget , that at the same time it would make them miss it more if they spoke about it.
From what I can tell most Banal-born don't have the greatest past anyway in the way they were changed I mean. Most are bitten or scratched by Outlanders wolves, those rejected to by their pack for committing a crime and forced into banishment. Not allowed into any of the pack territories or the beauty of the wolf mainland, forever in exile. One of the more common crimes include turning Banal's into one of us. To make matters worst not all werewolves make it to a pack, they have to prove their worth in someway , and some don't understand what's going on and become rouges.
Other then that , I don't know much about pure Banal's. After all being a pureblood I never had any ties with the human world to cut and it's not like I can join an all Banal school. So instead being a pureblood I've never been in contact with a Banal's in my life, and instead like all the royals I'm homeschooled. I don't know what Banal's learn about but being taught by my Dad when he had more time around work he taught me lessons in fighting, werewolf politics, position, hunting, tracking and fighting while my Mum made classes on teaching me to be a lady. In fact I think all my sisters got cases from my Mother , As Dad's work got busier and Dad was still adjusting to his new responsibilities when Mum had Robin. Now days my studies are leading the pack instead. But it leaves me curious about what Banal's are taught. I guess in that way i'm more like my brother then my other siblings. Where as my intrigue is just that my brothers curiosity became a passion just like it became his job. Studying them in the Banal world, turning down his responsibilities as Pack Leader to me. But I guess that would have never worked out he was too curious and adventurous to lead a pack , just like Robin was to kind and more cut out as a healer. That left me next in line...
"What happened here ?" I ask him. " What do you mean by something big." He takes a dry swallow , looking down and back at me fiercly.
"Then the werewolves came..."
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I blink at him, my stomach drops. What? How does he know about werewolves he's a Banal. He couldn't possibly know but just when I'm in doubt he turns to me.
"You didn't hear. I'm almost jealous." He stifles a dry laugh, before breaking down into a fit of coughing. When he stops , he continues his face serious again. "But there real, don't doubt it for a second." He must have taken the doubt written in my face as that of the existence of werewolves, it's almost ironic.
Suddenly mid-study of my face, the man turns bright red to his ears, and I notice how his hands curl up, his fingernails drawing blood, while the skin rolling over his knuckles turns a ghost white. "Yeah. Those vile, wolf fuckers , fucked us over real bad. If I got the chance I tell you I'd..."
"Honey." The woman tells him, with a look her tone warning. " You'll scare the poor girl, and what matters now is that we have each other and that's more then I can say for most people." She goes for a smile , but it stays small and sad. I guess she knew someone who's family didn't make it.
"I'm sorry to hear that." I tell her. She stifles a nod.
"Anway what are you doing around these part's." She asks me louder , now that the little girl has now fallen asleep in her arms. I take a seat next to her.
"I ah just followed the street wondering what happened here."
She nods like it's perfectly normal "Yeah a lot of us here, are still trying to work this out."
"So anyway what made you break into the store?" She says. " The supplies?"
"No , I'm fine on supplies at the moment. I just heard you and wanted to find out what was going on, no other reason."The man narrows his eyes at me , suspicion dawning on his face.
" Wait what do you mean you heard us?" whoops,I keep my facial expression passive.
"Just that, I heard you right through the door, you weren't too loud or anything so don't stress about other people finding your hideout too much."
" Your telling me you heard us through the door."
"Yep." I realise my mistake before it's too late. Normal Banal's wouldn't have been able to hear them , they did a good job to hide themselves to stay quite to normal human ears, but werewolves on the other hand...
"Monster!" He pulls out a silver knife towards me standing up towards me and before I know it he's swiping it at me...
And just like that my dream shifts... and I'm alone in the store. Or at least at first I think so. The wind howls through the broken window and in a blink where there was once no one, now stands my family. They smile at me meeting my eyes. But it's not a pretty picture as it seems, not when you realise that their all drenched in blood. My brothers shirt is ripped, a scar running down his neck while Mum and Dad have skin bruised as a mango's skin. Robin and Saya hold hands, their hair curating on their surprisingly pail skin, little Lanna beside them holding Saya's hand as well a stick making a 'Y' on her face. They all look like pail and blue dolls, dresses in suits and dresses of blood. Their all dead, but the thing that startle me the most is the monster that stands in the centre of them , blood staining their sharp pointed teeth snarled in a cold smile, claws extended and chin up tilted, covered knee to wrist in blood I walk backwards stabling onto the ground hands beside me scared to look up and face them all. But I know without a doubt that the monster I stare up at in horror is me...
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