Chapter 8
Death's Werewolf Nymph
It was already dark out. I needed to leave for a while the place I used to call home and the people I used to call family.
Before heading to the forest I picked up my bow and arrow and hung it on my back.
I hated being mad at my family, I always thought it was only my fault, but it wasnât. I thought to myself. âMy dad will not marry me off to someone I donât even know. I wonât follow his orders,â I was my own person, I was still me.
I ran to the lake in my wolf form with my clothes and archery equipment in my teeth. I ran to the furthest lake. Away from everyone. To be aloneâ¦
As I changed back in my human form I dropped my clothes, bow and arrow down. I walked further naked up to the shore. I didnât even make it in, I broke down on my knees. The little bit of water brushed my naked knees.
I cried out loud with my broken voice. I cried because here I was all alone, no one to say that it would be okay and no one to pretend that they understand me, it wasnât just this time and place I was alone, I have been alone my whole life. Even Adrian wasnât someone to be there for me. He had always been someone elseâs. Now I understood that the only thing keeping him close to me was the mate feelings with my sister, he may have only ever felt the family feeling with me. He didnât feel that Magdalena was his mate, but he felt something between us and now I knew it was always the family he felt with me. And I always stupidly wondered why he hung out with me when no one else did.
I felt the tears hitting my knees. I looked up to the sky and let my voice echoed in the forest. Finally letting everything out of me and I didnât care if any passerby would hear me or see me, I was broken, the only thing left to live for was my nymph duty and my wolf. I felt my throat throbbing from all the crying, I was shaking and stuttering because it was colder than most nights and the cold waves were hitting my naked figure. My teeth started to chatter together and lips were shaking. After a few minutes my whole body started to shake.
I heard leaves crunching behind me... someone was here. Who would actually walk up to me like that? Every pack member knew not to go up to nymphs at night, we had made that clear before that nymphs are not to be disturbed or watched while they were in their natural habitat. Only someone unfamiliar would actually go up to me, more like when I was like this. The walking got louder with each step. My arrows were next to me and I clutched my hand around one with leaves and a few little branches in between too. My cries had stopped now and I was waiting for the person to make a move. But I didnât dare to move myself. I was completely naked. And who would dare to walk up to a woman who was so broken.
After a while I felt that person right behind me stopped. I adjusted my hand on the arrow which made a noise louder than it should. I closed my eyes out of my stupidity because there was no possible way the person didnât hear that, the person now knew my move for sure and if it would attack I was doomed. Even if I couldnât shoot it, I could still hurt the person.
âI donât think that will be enough to fight me off,â the person spoke and I let out a little whimper with a stutter breath. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as if it could save me. I knew exactly who it was from that voice. The same voice that had been haunting me for the past days... I didnât hear that usual smirk in his voice that was usually there.
I didnât even try to answer to him I gave up... if he wanted to torture me than I would let him, maybe thatâs the only thing that would make me feel like a person. Fear. Or maybe he would end me on the spot. Take whatever was left of my soul and let the ground eat up my body.
He dropped something next to me in the spot where the water didnât reach. I flinched a little too hard considering it was only my dress. âUsually, I wouldnât mind the view but I do mind when women choose to freeze to death,â He said, now with a smirk. âConsidering how poorly you are dressedâ¦ââ he paused, âor not at all⦠It wonât take you long.â
I remained at the same place still sitting on my knees. I put on my dress but held the dressâs lower part up to not wet it. âIf I wanted to hurt you I would have already done it, you standing up wonât magically make me want to kill you... besides it really doesnât go well with my work policy.â He said. I knew he was trying to joke. But I couldnât take anything he says as a joke.
Out of nowhere I saw something lit up from behind me. Like a light bulb. Heard him throwing something around. Rocks? He threw one beside me. A little crystal thing that illuminated light like a flashlight.
For the first time I looked back at him. He looked at me in an expression I couldnât read. I realized how red and puffy my eyes must have been and looked away, back to the water.
âWhat I mean is... I donât actually kill anyone,â he continued his previous statement. .
âBut youâre Death,â I tried to reason with him even though my voice was quiet and scared.
âI donât kill anyone... I can, but that is not what I do. I take peopleâs souls when they die, I guide them in the afterlife. I help them continue their journey in peace.â He explained.
âAfterlife?â I asked, trying to understand.
âWhen someone dies they go to the afterlife,â he explained.
âIs that like heaven and hell?â I asked him, focusing my stare at the water, I felt my lips starting to tremble from the cold wind.
âNot exactly,â he said.
âThen... what...whatâs it like?â I asked.
âThat is the only thing that I am never telling a living soul,â he said.
âIs...Is it that bad?â I asked.
âItâs the only thing that has no evidence of being real. They only think what they imagine. And thatâs why most of you hate Death... That includes you,â he almost whispered the last part.
âI donât ....â I started to say but he cut me off. And I almost cursed myself. Why would I say that to him?
âYou donât hate Death? You just despise Death taking away the ones you care about, you hate that part of life. âHe explained. âYou are afraid of Death, terrified of Death taking your people.â
âPeople are afraid of the unknown,â I said, recalling what Vincent once said to me. âIs the ... that hiding of what the afterlife is, something you just have to do or you choose to?â
âI donât think thatâs how you play twenty one questions...â he said. âWhen will I get my questions?â I could tell that he was smiling saying that.
âDonât you already know everything about everyone?â I asked not understanding how this Death thing worked.
âI am not Santa Claus,â he cut at me like it was the stupidest question ever asked to him.
âThere is only one thing I know about people.â
He wasnât saying what. It irritated me. âWhich is?â
ââ¦not important... to me it is⦠to you, not so much,â he kept quiet after that for some time. âAnd to answer your question... I donât have to do anything. I choose to.â He explained.
âWhy? If people knew maybe they would be more understanding.â
âI donât want them to understand Death. I want them to have at least something to imagine, even if they know everything,â he said. âEven if that is fear,â a long pause of silence filled surroundings and I tried to focus on the water and not on Death being there. âYou should get up itâs getting colder,â he said but I ignored his statement and asked him something.
âWhy are you following me?â I asked.
âFollowing?â He questioned.
âYou came here and at the hospital you walked up to me... why do you need to torture me?â I asked with my voice exhausted.
He ignored my question. âGet up!â He said this time ordering me but I shook my head at him. âI will not hurt you, you are sitting in freezing cold water.â
âWerewolfâs donât get sick easily.â I tried to make him understand that I was fine the way I was.
âalright⦠now itâs my question,â he said and felt him near me a little.
âWhat made you so miserable that you are now talking to me when earlier you were frightened by me, I know that you still are but what so horrible happened that you are now putting yourself on a platter for me to kill if I wanted to? Youâre too young to have a mid-life crisis,â he said but I wasnât going to tell him that I am just too lonely to care, too lonely to think about me.
When I didnât answer him he spoke again.
âI am not leaving until you get up and go back home,â he said. I didnât really feel like getting up, I didnât want to fight to get the energy for it.
Eventually I did get up. He was still facing my back. I felt water dripping down my legs. The wet fabric of my dress was now stuck to my legs like glue.
For the first time I turned towards him, and I actually looked at him, not like I used to look at him but now I looked at him almost like at another person. I was confused by the next thing he did. He took some things out of his coat pockets and put them in his pants pockets, then he took off his black coat and he offered it to me. I quickly shook my head. âIt wasnât a question,â he said instead.
âWhat about you?â I asked him but he just raised his eyebrow at me. I again felt stupid asking him. What was so wrong with my question?
He didnât answer me. I took the coat from him slowly and slipped inside of the oversized clothing. I felt like I was wrapped in a warm blanket. It made me tired, cozy⦠and it smelt of him. I didnât realize he had a particular scent to him⦠but he did. It wasnât bad.
I looked up at him. âWhy are you following me?â I asked.
âYour welcome!â he said referring to the coat he gave me, I looked down in shame because all my mom has ever taught me was how to be polite but I wasnât even good at that. âI am not following because I want to, I donât care what you do or why you do anything, I donât care your life or your death for that matter, I just need to figure out why you are seeing me when you shouldnât. I need to know because I already had someone inspect your whole life and there is no reason of why you are now talking to me.â He explained.
It took some time for me to understand. âthat womenâ¦â I started.
âJasmin was working for me I made her find out everything about you and there was nothing useful.â
âHow can I help with it then?â I asked. He looked at me for a moment, surprised. Or weirded out.
He shrug his shoulders, âI am trying to figure it out.â
I didnât wait any longer and I bent down to pick up my arrows and as I got back up he was gone, he vanished only thing left was his coat that was hugging my body. I took a few steps forward and picked up my bow. I was going to shoot today but now I just wanted to go back to somewhere warm.
âIn just these few minutes it feels like you have cared the most and you donât even care at all.â I whispered to thin airâ¦