© Claimed By Him ~ Elektra Orfanos

Ella stood beside me as I glared. Out through my bedroom window, French arched window slightly frosted from the cold of the night. As I waited for her to say something I watched the intricate patterns the mist shaped around our garden. The swirls and ghostly movements soothed me yet frightened me a little.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Why would anything be wrong?" She replied. I gave her a sideways glance.

Because you never talk to me when everything is right.

I sighed. "You're bored aren't you?"

Her dark eyes met mine. "Maybe." She mumbled her pink lips slightly chapped and her cheeks red from the cold. She looks adorable.

I chuckled. "I've written another story, it's on my desk."

"What's this one about?" Ella asked excitedly. She rushed over to my desk and I smiled still facing the window.

"An encounter with Death." I said full of sinister emotion.

"Oh a scandal?" Ella purred seductively that sounded unusual with her childish voice.

"This is not like the vampire smut I wrote last time." Oh bless me and my erotic thoughts.

"That was disgustingly beautiful." She picked my papers with a big shiny grin. "You should show dad and maybe make some money off this."

I snapped my head in her direction but her eyes are too focused on the page to notice my shock of her words. "My vampire smut?"

"No he'll smack you up if he reads that! I mean your other stories."

"I don't think father would like that." Besides my writing will never be good enough for publishing. If you're a girl you have to be really really good to become an author. I'm just not talented enough to make it to the big world.

"If you earn money from it he would." She's probably right. When money is involved so is he. "So what's this about?"

"Just read it." I replied too tired to explain. I was hoping writing would relax me it always does but the wolf is overbearing.

Next full moon.

Less than a month way now.

I'm too afraid to freely ask anyone because one: people will get suspicious, and two: the wolf could be anywhere.

His voice mocks me and eyes follow me. Well he's only spoken once at the inn but still I feel like I'm being constantly watched.

But I see no golden eyes leering at me.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

At least I have something on Alpha- He is easily distracted by my humour.

Alpha will fall for my charm and I will trick him into maybe, well, I suppose...

Becoming a vegetarian?

Yes how could that plan fail? I groaned at my stupidity.

"Luna? This is one of your saddest pieces." Ella whispered snapping me out of my thoughts. "But you make Death almost sweet, and I suppose Death is quite handsome to?"

I managed to let out a breathy chuckle. "Not exactly godly looking but he is friendly looking for the little girl's sake. He is taking her mother away from her he might as well be less frightening."

"Was the mother really a witch?"

"Read on."

"Oh... They accused her because she cured her daughter of a sickness. Humans are barbaric besides there are no such thing as witches." Then who are they burning in the town square? Of course Ella and I think that people are stupid to believe in witches, that's only us though. I never go to the executions. I can't bear them. I burst into tears and scream with the woman or young girl getting burned alive. How can the humans be so incredibly cruel?

Especially since there are no such thing as witches, right? Well then why are there such things as werewolves? If giant wolves exist then possibly anything could exist.

Perhaps my dream for a rainbow unicorn will come true.

Ella spoke up again fixing her garter on her sleeve. "How did the mother die? She just randomly collapsed."

"Asthma." I answered.

"Oh no... I can't read anymore of this." She set it down and played with the loose thread of her shawl.

"Sorry to scare you."

"It's just so sad... Are you feeling down?"

"Death has stolen Michael from us."

"What did you have to say that for?" She complained.

I replied honestly. "It's my inspiration for that story."

"Yes well it wasn't Death that stole him from us. It was that demon wolf!" She spat and stormed out of the room slamming the door.

Tears started slipping down my cheeks only aggravating me that I still cry. It hurts her just as badly as it hurts me only I can't completely hate Alpha. Michael is-was as foolish as me and wanted to challenge the wolf himself.

He explained himself in his journal, his suicide letter in book form.

His journal...

All the information! It's all in his journal!

Oh I've been so dense.

I took a deep breath and mentally stabled myself to keep the emotions at bay before picking up my candle. I swiftly opened my door and quietly paced towards the end of the hallway. To Michael's room... But I sensed a presence at the stairs behind me and I looked over at my father standing there leaning on the banister.

"Where's your mother?" His voice is deep. It could frighten a mass murderer if father wasn't so tubby. His intense stare reminds of how the wolf stared at me. The thought of those devious eyes made my soul crumble.

"I don't know." Then I looked at Michael's door and wondered... Where else would she be? I just know she's in there just like I know Ella's in her room. I can sense every presence in this house. That's normal, I've always known, I've always been able to sense them. It's just a six sense I guess but it's harder outside of home. In the house when there's an unwanted presence I would feel it.

"Hm." He simply grunted.

"She's probably in the kitchen." I lied shrugging. "Sir." I added because he's scaring me.

"Find her." He said in a tone that made me crumble.

"Yes sir." I waited for him to walk back down or go off to his study but he stood there staring at me expectantly. "Perhaps you would like to wait at the table? I'll gather everyone." With that he nodded and descended the creaky staircase. I sighed in relief, whenever he's around there's tension. Mother can take him on up to a point when he's mad. It's better to just keep him happy.

It's easier...

I twirled on one foot and walked over to Michael's bedroom door that was slightly ajar. I peeked through to find mother down on her knees next to the bed sobbing while holding an old blue shirt he used to wear.

My heart ached to see her in tears. That's the last thing I want to see, no child wants to see their mother in tears. If a mother is in tears the whole world ends. I want to go over to her and hug, whisper to her that everything is alright even though it's a lie.

I left her alone instead to be in her thoughts and went down to the kitchen to feed the tyrant and get ready to head back to my room. The maid offered to to take the tray but I noticed her shaky hands. Not worth the risk so I took the tray off her and dismissed her and the cook.

Our pudgy cook with large manly hands whispered to me her red curls falling out from her cap. "Miss would he want the wine afterwards?"

"I think it's best we keep him away from the drinks." I whispered. "Have a good night and tell everyone else they're dismissed." I walked up the swirling stone staircase from the heated kitchen and entered the dining room. Father was sat at the head of the table all alone as he should be and I dropped the tray before him placing everything out before picking up the tray.

"Let me know when you've finished and I'll clear up." I sauntered out of the room trying to reach the staircase.

"No one will join me for dinner!?" I flinched at his voice and walked back down the stairs viewing him from afar.

"It's been a long day, no one is in the mood to hear stories from a man who needs to learn to get his finger out of his ass."

I didn't say.

I bit my lip containing my frustration and locking it up to be put in a dark lonely corner in my mind. He's insufferable. His pot belly is squashed up against the table, he's a pig. An insecure, fat, revolting, self-absorbed pig.

And I share his blood.

"It's been a long day. I'm sure you wouldn't us women to bother you with our problems." He grunted at that response.

"You're all ridiculous."

"Ridiculously able to survive your loud whines and disgusting gas leaks." I muttered under my breath.

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Ewe...  Whose dad does that raise your hand? *Raises both hands*

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