C2 Chapter 1

On the human side of the world five hundred years later.

The life of a werewolf is between 1700-2100 years. Aztec continues the life of werewolf and was waiting for his Luna to be born for his curse to be lifted.

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Alexa Sullivan is the only daughter of Jack and Andrea Sullivan. Alexa was hardly four years old when her mother passed away while giving birth to her younger brother. Within ten days her brother also died as he had no one to care about him.

Alexa's father was left hopeless and destroyed. He became addicted to alcohol and began to ignore Little Alexa. But Alexa was more matured than her age. She knew her father was healing his wounded heart but little did Alexa know her days are going to be more torturous than she experiences today.

Two years later on one fine day Alexa's father Jack Sullivan came home in a black tuxedo with a woman's hand tucked under his arm. Alexa observed her cheerful father and the woman who stood smiling beside him. She was wearing a white gown and a veil. Her dad married and there is now another person in her little family.

It pained Alexa that her father could forget her mom so early but when she noticed after a very long time her father's cheerfulness a smile etched on her rims. Though it was hurtful to see another woman in her mother's place she decided to accept the destiny. "Mama welcome to your new home." She greeted and ran to her mother with open arms.

Slowly her father became lively again and Alexa had no words to describe her happiness. Two years later all of them welcomed a new member into their family, Alexa's step brother and then came another after two years more but this time it was a sister. Alexa was very happy when she had a little sister. She thought she could share all her happiness and thoughts with her but seldom would she know her life was slowly turning to a nightmare.

With the children popping out one after another Alexa's mother became very busy and thus Alexa's responsibilities increased too. In the evening soon after she came home from her school Alexa helped her mother. With the children growing up Catherine relaxed enjoying her life but Alexa's problems doubled. She became a full time maid without a salary in the house.

Few years later Alexa had more to face. The difficulties from all sides enveloped her like a cage. Alexa's father suffered a heart attack when his business went to losses. He got attached to bed and as if on a curse her step mother's tyranny increased ten fold in innocent Alexa's life. "Alexa?" Her mother called in a warning. A shiver ran down her spine with the cold tone of her mother. "Why are you late from school. Don't you know we invited my sister and her husband to our house for dinner?"

"Mom, I had a special class today. I told you about it yesterday." Alexa told her mother in a weak voice already frightened about the outcome. But before she could realize her slip there was a sting on her cheek. "Don't you dare answer me back." Her step-mother screeched in her ears. Alexa controlled her tears forcedly because she did not want her bedridden father to know about her sufferings.

A soft quaver went out of her throat but she arrested it quickly before it landed to a sob. She briskly went to her bedroom which only had a cot and a small cupboard to keep her clothes and books. Applying an ointment on her stinging cheek, Alexa changed to fresh clothes which were nothing but old pieces of rags and speedily ran to the kitchen for preparing dinner.

"Mom? Where are you?" Her step-sister Miranda came inside the kitchen searching for her mother. Eyeing Alexa top to bottom in a disgusting look she shook her head and asked Alexa thuggish. "Did you see my mother?" Alexa had no guts to open her mouth before her sister. When she nodded her head negatively, Miranda turned back to the exit but halted on her steps and looked back at Alexa.

"You bitch make a bowl of Fruit Punch for my boyfriend. I do not know why he likes your culinary." Miranda shook giving a repulsive look to Alexa and walked out of kitchen. Slicing the tomatoes Alexa thought ruefully how her flowering life had gradually turned like a plant of thorns. Few years back when her father re-married she thought she was welcoming her mother but she was unaware she was receiving a witch into her house.

"Princess?" Alexa heard a fragile call of her sick dad from his bedroom. Wiping her tears she sprinted on her steps and reached her father. "Princess, can you get me a glass of water?" He requests her. When she was about to turn Jack notices something unwelcoming on Alexa's face. He holds her hand to take a better look of his daughter when he clearly sees the red mark on her cheek.

"Does it pain you much?" Her father's voice breaks as he traces his fingers lightly on the mark. Alexa slightly jumps from pain caused even by his frail touch. Unable to trust her voice Alexa shook her head controlling her tears and looks at her dad. Hh"Run away from here princess, just run away. Wherever you will live in this world you will be happier than here." He urges her. "Do not bother about me. I'm already a dying man." He pulls Alexa closer and pats her back for a little girl she always was to him.

Alexa was a very attractive young girl of sixteen. She had the strongest crystal blue eyes that she inherited from her mother, cream colored complexion and blonde hair from her father. She was mercifully the most captivating girl ever born on earth that a man could lay his eyes upon. Felicitous her beauty was not only an external feature unlike others but she was internally more beautiful. If she was to escape from her hell like a home, she could have done it long back but she cared for her sick father more than anybody could imagine. She couldn't leave him to die while she fetches her fortune.

Alexa wanted to heal her father even if it was at the cost of her life.

As years passed by Alexa's troubles ripened manifold. She was bright student since her childhood but she had to stop her education after graduating her school because Catherine refused to pay her fees. She wanted a full time servant without a salary. The little happiness Alexa had was also lost then. She scrubbed bathrooms, cleaned the house, prepared the three course meal for all the members in her family and also attended to her sick father.

It was late in the night and Marcus did not return home. Alexa had to wait for her step-brother to give him dinner before she goes to sleep according to the instructions of Catherine. Else, Alexa wouldn't have food for the next day. With her eyes dropping off from sleep Alexa patiently waited for Marcus in the living room sofa but there was no trace of him even when it is eleven passed one.

At two in the night she heard the entrance door screech open and Alexa was in an immediate alert to receive her drunk brother. Marcus got addicted to alcohol two years ago. As if she had very less problems in her life Marcus menace stressed Alexa more. Every day he would come home drunk and torture her. "Hello beautiful...come to me." Marcus curves his forefinger calling Alexa in his sloppy tone.

When Alexa wouldn't come to him, he gave her a maliced smile and walked towards her in predatory steps. With every step he came forward Alexa took a step back to protect herself finally hitting the wall behind her.

Marcus eyed her shredded garment at the shoulder with lust filled eyes and attempted to touch her. But Alexa evades his touch. Laying both her hands on either side of his chest she tried to push Marcus away but unfortunately her younger step-brother was stronger than her even in his drunken state.

He lay his hand on her shoulder and tore Alexa's already shredded shirt mercilessly exposing her cream colored bra. Marcus eyes were now filled with hunger of a anthropoid. He ran his tongue on his lips and licked them looking at Alexa with lecher filled eyes. "Marcus, what are you doing, I'm your sister." Alexa tried to warn her brother after covering her bosom with her arms. But Marcus had no will to listen to Alexa's sermons. He left out a devilish laughter getting closer to her as she tries to escape from his hold.

"You know sis, I love girls like you...virgins...untouched and unblemished." Marcus breath smelled cheap liquor and Alexa felt nothing but repellency towards him. As Marcus aimed pouncing upon her Alexa moved to the side aptly in time and took the flower vase sitting on the side table to hit on his head.

Holding his head covered in blood Marcus groaned loudly in pain and dropped to the floor. Catherine comes out of the bedroom hearing her son. Alexa looks at her injured brother with fear sticken eyes and then the sleepy eyes of her step-mother. She assimilates the naked veracity. If she stays in the house her mother was going to kill her. She needs to live not for herself but for her dad. It was her sole opportunity to get away from the beasts. She looks at her father's closed bedroom door for one last time and flees from the entrance without turning back.