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The Department of Supernatural Creatures

I was getting very dizzy. The world tilted as if to throw me off.
By now I knew the blackout wasn't far behind.

--

I woke up cold and alone. The house was strangely quiet. Our house had never been this quiet. It was eerie, but I felt comforted as I always have by silence.
Was it me? Or did my bedroom door seem to open little by little?
Suddenly when I just could no longer stand the suspense, I tore off my covers to open my door.
Only to find an alien being standing in front of me dress all in black clothing, along with a mast that covered his or her face.
I stood there staring at this unknown being and yet while I was shocked beyond moving, they had been thinking of what to do with me. For suddenly I was shoulder charged and hoisted over this being like a rag doll.
I was too numb and confused to fight or cry out.
As this being was walking away from my bedroom, along the hallway and nearly upon reaching the stairs I looked up – to see my parents slumped next to a wall and unconscious. No wait, there was crimson liquid pouring out of a small hole in their foreheads, both pairs of their eyes unblinking and staring straight ahead.
I couldn't comprehend what had happened to my two most beloved people in the world. Why were they not fighting to get me back from this being that, almost as if, held me hostage?
Mama! Papa! Wake up!

--

“Nooo! No!” I screamed.
“Underling! Wake up dearie.”
I calmed down from hearing his voice. My eyes came into focus and revealed I was not eight years old again but rather eighteen.
I was curled into a fetus position with Jason rocking me back and forth like a child, petting my head and murmuring words I could not hear.
I soon slept sound again.

--

It was morning and sunlight flittered through the curtains to blind me. Changing only my arm to extend it, I reached over to close the curtains.
I turned over to my other side to see how Jason was doing. He was propped up on the bed’s headboard slightly facing me, from his slumber I could tell straight away that he hadn’t slept well last night. Probably due to me, but I couldn't recall. Although the claw rakes on the headboard screaming !evidence! told me otherwise.
Sliding out of what was left of the ripped bed sheets I silently padded into the bathroom passing the mirror. I saw shadows under my eyes where there should have been none for a person my age. And it scared the shit out of me.
I’ve been in to see almost every shrink the sub Department of Werelings would throw at me. Over the past two years I refused to see any more since they did not help me in the least, and the Department seeing my reluctance did not send me to see any more, luckily. For I’ve seen Others who have not been left alone, the Department sent the Catchers as last resort where the patient cannot or will not be cured of their condition. I’ve not seen those Weres since.
It was hard to get the images of my friends being dragged away by those Catchers out of my head even as I stood in my cold-water shower. As my forehead leaned against the shower tiles, the doors opened with a whoosh. And who should it be but Jace?
He must have got up when I turned on the shower, even after all this time I keep forgetting he’s got more of a Sensitive hearing then me.
“Your getting wet.”
“I know.” He said.
“Why are you in my shower fully clothed??”
“Umm… Because I’m worried about you?” Arching one eyebrow he made it sound as if I were a child.
“Well you shouldn’t be.” And I poked him in the chest with one finger while staring up at his liquid gold eyes.
“Don't you remember last night?”
“No.” I stated only half lying.
For the most part I couldn't, but for the dream – as if I would ever forget.
“Your lying again.” He gave me a quirk of the eyebrows to show he saw through my pretense.
“Can’t I get anything past you?”
“Nope.” At this he smiled ruefully.
“Well?” Sliding his hands around my waist all the while water poured down on us like it was raining.
“What??” I asked, going for a pout but ending with a half grimace instead. I could never pout, I just wasn't that kind of person.
“Don’t play coy with me.” All of a sudden he tightened his hands at my lower back, all the while before snaking around my waist so that I did not notice. Now, forcing me to look straight into those eyes and nowhere else.
It was hard to lie to him when you were staring straight into those eyes. You’ll know what I mean when your confronted in such a situation as this with him. Or maybe it was that he could Smell deceit? I don't know, I sure couldn’t tell the difference when someone is lying.
“Tell me before I have you – right – here – right – now.” I swear I heard him growl at this point. He’d Shifted one of his fingers and ran it down my cheek, all the way to my neck to the point where we both knew one of my veins was clearly visible, to our kind at least. Before I could reply he had so swiftly made an incision so soon that the metallic sting of blood rose into the air along with the chlorinated water pouring over us. I felt a warmness on my neck and it wasn't just the trickling blood, Jace was lapping at the flowing blood from my neck. I couldn't help myself, I gave in to a shudder of tempted pleasure.

To be continued…

Description
The Department of Supernatural Creatures

I was getting very dizzy. The world tilted as if to throw me off.
By now I knew the blackout wasn't far behind.

--

I woke up cold and alone. The house was strangely quiet. Our house had never been this quiet. It was eerie, but I felt comforted as I always have by silence.
Was it me? Or did my bedroom door seem to open little by little?
Suddenly when I just could no longer stand the suspense, I tore off my covers to open my door.
Only to find an alien being standing in front of me dress all in black clothing, along with a mast that covered his or her face.
I stood there staring at this unknown being and yet while I was shocked beyond moving, they had been thinking of what to do with me. For suddenly I was shoulder charged and hoisted over this being like a rag doll.
I was too numb and confused to fight or cry out.
As this being was walking away from my bedroom, along the hallway and nearly upon reaching the stairs I looked up – to see my parents slumped next to a wall and unconscious. No wait, there was crimson liquid pouring out of a small hole in their foreheads, both pairs of their eyes unblinking and staring straight ahead.
I couldn't comprehend what had happened to my two most beloved people in the world. Why were they not fighting to get me back from this being that, almost as if, held me hostage?
Mama! Papa! Wake up!

--

“Nooo! No!” I screamed.
“Underling! Wake up dearie.”
I calmed down from hearing his voice. My eyes came into focus and revealed I was not eight years old again but rather eighteen.
I was curled into a fetus position with Jason rocking me back and forth like a child, petting my head and murmuring words I could not hear.
I soon slept sound again.

--

It was morning and sunlight flittered through the curtains to blind me. Changing only my arm to extend it, I reached over to close the curtains.
I turned over to my other side to see how Jason was doing. He was propped up on the bed’s headboard slightly facing me, from his slumber I could tell straight away that he hadn’t slept well last night. Probably due to me, but I couldn't recall. Although the claw rakes on the headboard screaming !evidence! told me otherwise.
Sliding out of what was left of the ripped bed sheets I silently padded into the bathroom passing the mirror. I saw shadows under my eyes where there should have been none for a person my age. And it scared the shit out of me.
I’ve been in to see almost every shrink the sub Department of Werelings would throw at me. Over the past two years I refused to see any more since they did not help me in the least, and the Department seeing my reluctance did not send me to see any more, luckily. For I’ve seen Others who have not been left alone, the Department sent the Catchers as last resort where the patient cannot or will not be cured of their condition. I’ve not seen those Weres since.
It was hard to get the images of my friends being dragged away by those Catchers out of my head even as I stood in my cold-water shower. As my forehead leaned against the shower tiles, the doors opened with a whoosh. And who should it be but Jace?
He must have got up when I turned on the shower, even after all this time I keep forgetting he’s got more of a Sensitive hearing then me.
“Your getting wet.”
“I know.” He said.
“Why are you in my shower fully clothed??”
“Umm… Because I’m worried about you?” Arching one eyebrow he made it sound as if I were a child.
“Well you shouldn’t be.” And I poked him in the chest with one finger while staring up at his liquid gold eyes.
“Don't you remember last night?”
“No.” I stated only half lying.
For the most part I couldn't, but for the dream – as if I would ever forget.
“Your lying again.” He gave me a quirk of the eyebrows to show he saw through my pretense.
“Can’t I get anything past you?”
“Nope.” At this he smiled ruefully.
“Well?” Sliding his hands around my waist all the while water poured down on us like it was raining.
“What??” I asked, going for a pout but ending with a half grimace instead. I could never pout, I just wasn't that kind of person.
“Don’t play coy with me.” All of a sudden he tightened his hands at my lower back, all the while before snaking around my waist so that I did not notice. Now, forcing me to look straight into those eyes and nowhere else.
It was hard to lie to him when you were staring straight into those eyes. You’ll know what I mean when your confronted in such a situation as this with him. Or maybe it was that he could Smell deceit? I don't know, I sure couldn’t tell the difference when someone is lying.
“Tell me before I have you – right – here – right – now.” I swear I heard him growl at this point. He’d Shifted one of his fingers and ran it down my cheek, all the way to my neck to the point where we both knew one of my veins was clearly visible, to our kind at least. Before I could reply he had so swiftly made an incision so soon that the metallic sting of blood rose into the air along with the chlorinated water pouring over us. I felt a warmness on my neck and it wasn't just the trickling blood, Jace was lapping at the flowing blood from my neck. I couldn't help myself, I gave in to a shudder of tempted pleasure.

To be continued…