C7 Margins of envy

“ Dialogue Damon, Dialogue.” Slurs Asher and drops the pen in his hands.

“ Asher. Don’t do this. You know I’m the one for you.” Nairobi declares and takes a step closer to the radius.

“ Why did you say will never become our mate?” Asher queries with a dismissive ease. Nairobi was silent for a while and begins to speak again.

“ Cause I have reliable sources that a person like her can never be a mate to persons like you.” She states and sighs deeply. I remain calm and remain motionless even though Asher wasn’t longer sketching me.

“ And what source is that? declare it.” Damon declares

“ I overheard a discussion. The details are fuzzy but hint towards the truth” She laments.

“Oh really?” “ We are royals and don’t care about the opinions of our subordinates.” Damon purrs in a cooked up royalty. An artificial quality he only emanates when his social class feels threatened.

“ And the wisdom in that is?” Asher inquires but throws the shade at his brother. “ As a royal, digesting gossips is paramount. It’s a vital tool in remaining at the top. Tell us why you insist that Ava is not fit to be a mate.” “ Definitely you can come up with a better excuse than her prior status as a maid.” Asher silvers as he looks towards Nairobi.

“ Fine! She doesn’t love you. She has a lover and she will leave you soon.” Nairobi laments in a tense tone.

“ Oh; we know that already. It’s why we have been nice to her in the past days.” “ We have a month to win her love and as you know, we don’t loose.” Asher declares and bring his gaze to meet mine. His words are for Nairobi but the message is for me. I tow my gaze further away from his and pretend to enjoy the flowery meadow of the garden.

“ A month huh. I see.” She bemoans, hums inaudibly in rage and takes her leave in hurried steps.

[ Weeks Later]

As the week goes by, my hate for the twins only grows the more. They only treat me well because I’m lucky to be their mate. It’s not genuine. Last night, I tried to escape from the castle. The damn dog wouldn’t stop barking and it caused Damon to suspect since it hadn’t been the first time I had tried to run away in recent times. It’s getting tiring_ sometimes they leave me alone and ensnare me to escape. I go for it but easily get outrun by my captors. To them it’s a game of hide and seek that glorifies their status as the apex predators of the pack. I’m done running on my legs. I still have a vivid memory of the last driving classes with Damon. He kept on telling me about his dream of becoming a formula one champion and how I will be there when he pops the champagne. I paid keen attention to his lessons. Alas; The Lincoln would be my ticket out of this damn castle.

The rains have just finished falling. I’m currently in the room of Asher who doesn’t seem to get tired of sketching me.

“ I want to ease myself.” I say to him.

“ If you hold on for a while, we would be done for the day.” He persuades.

“ I’ve held it in for too long. I have to go.” I declare and stand on my grounds. In my hands is the key of the Lincoln which I had scooped when he wasn’t noticing.

“ Fine; be back in time then.” He airs but keeps on gazing at his sketch. I say nothing and walk away, past the bathroom and out of the room. I quickly hurry to the garage and press the button on the sensor key. The car squeaks slightly and flashes a red light. I get into it, insert the key and turn on the car. The rest is easy and I’m soon at the gate of the castle. No one suspects a thing. They can’t see me from the tinted glass and they believe it’s Damon or Asher that’s driving. The gate Is thrown open and I zoom off. The first minutes of the ride goes alright till I accelerate when I ought to have apply the brakes. It causes the car to sway into a chunk of mud. “ I’m practically stuck and would have to continue this journey on my foot. Going back is not an option. If they catch up with me then it’s what I get for failing to take notes in my driving lesson. I alight the car in my blue denims and black dress. The rains begin to drop almost immediately as if they it had signed a deal with my captors to frustrate me. It’s only evening yet the thick clouds in the sky, gives the vicinity a nightly ambience. I begin to run, heading for vast unknown. The rains punishes me by pelting heavy drops of over my face. It’s freezing but I have endured worse conditions in the dark dungeons.

On the empty dark road, I race against time, like I have been doing all my life. A familiar breeze bellows across the city of Boston and with it comes a sense of fright. It’s the exact feeling from my last nightmare in the dungeon, it’s the feeling from the darkest day of my past. The day my parent were murdered. The last day I saw my only brother. This fear causes me to run even faster as I get chased by the figments of my past. I lance over the cold dark road in evading the unknown and begin to feel propelled by an innate force around my feet, suddenly the air beneath my feet begin to rebel against the floor birthing an aeronautic propulsion that causes me to float

“ I’m flying “ I gasp in awe while I gain more altitude. It’s shocking and satisfying. Never have I Heard of a werewolf that could fly. Here I am, gliding through the air, watching the threads of rain descending towards earth. The feeling is overwhelming. I soon feel as a single entity with the falling drops till I find my self falling to the ground as well.

“ Werewolves don’t fly; What really am I ?” I whisper to myself as I keep running amidst the heavy rain.