Chapter 13: Faeries? What the hell?

*Bellatrix*

    Anger, would definitely not describe what I felt right now. I gripped my fork tightly as I aggressively stabbed the pancakes on my plate.

    He just had to speak, he just had to fucking say it out loud! Why the hell would Alec even think I would ever want to be a part of a Pack? Hell! I fucking hated their mere existence,okay probably not all of them, but the fact remains that I absolutely wanted no kind of relations with Lycans, forget the fact that I was getting attracted to one of their kind.

    I glanced at the door as it suddenly creaked open to reveal a man I certainly do not know entering, he didn't look so old, he would pass as same age as my Father if he were alive now..... "Who the hell are you?" I stood up instantly, my hands sneakily going down to my waist belt to pull put my hidden short gun.

    The strange man in question grinned at me as he stepped closer. "It is a pity you do not know me little one. I would tell you who I am, but I'm afraid time is a luxury I can't afford to waste."

    Instantly I pulled out the gun and pointed it at him,my fingers dangerously pressing down on the trigger. "Stay back old guy and do not take another step until you tell me who you are and why you are here."

    "Drop your gun little one, or you wouldn't like the outcome if you pull that trigger."

    "Stop fucking calling me little one!" I snapped back in reply. "And if you know what's good for you, you will get the hell out of here!"

    "I do know what is good for you and it doesn't involve me leaving until you come with me." Angrily, I pressed down on the trigger only for my gun to fly out of my hand landing at the strange man's feet in an instant.

    Shocked and unarmed, I took a step back. "What in fuck's name was that?" I gasped.

    He grinned again and said; "Go to sleep little one, everything would be made known soon enough." And slowly my eyes began to flutter close against my wish and I drifted off onto an unplanned sleep.

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    Voices...weird and strange voices are what I hear as I wake up from my slumber. My eyelids felt so heavy, making me unable to pry my eyes open. I groaned inwardly in frustration. Where the fuck am I? And who was that strange man that had put me sleep. I stayed silent, trying to decipher the voices I was hearing.

    "You finally brought her, after all." The first voice said. This one had spoken in a deep timbre like tone.

    "Because it is finally time for her to understand what she truly is." The second voice spoke, I recognized it as the strange man who had put me to sleep.

    What were they talking about and why was I included in their conversation or perhaps I wasn't who they were discussing about,but who was I kidding, it was definitely me.

    "You can open your eyes now little one."And as if my eyelids could hear his command, the heaviness on them gave away and my eyes fluttered open instantly. I sprang up.

    It took a while for my sight to get accustomed to my new surroundings. I was in a room which certainly wasn't mine. There was a couch opposite the bed on which I had laid and on it sat two men, one of which was the strange man that had come into my home. Away from the table was a mahogany desk, brown and sparkling as if it hadn't been used in ages, and right beside me was the bedside table, holding on it a cup of water.

    "Who are you two? And what do you want from me."

    "You are so used to people taking from you, that you fail to recognize who really does want and who doesn't." One of them said.

    I rolled my eyes and stood up, but surprisingly, my legs are weak making me fall back to the bed with a thud. I raise my eyes to look at them. "What have you done to me?"

    "The needful. You have to listen to us before we let you go. We have left you alone for so long and now you have gone wild, I wonder how you will be tamed."

    I sighed. I hated being forced to do things, it was totally out of my nature. I liked being in control, like when I held my silver bulleted Beretta to the heads of the Lycans I am hired to kill, but fuck it if I didn't know that now I was totally out of control, and so I did the one thing that felt reasonable at the moment. I listened...to whatever bull crap this old guys wanted to blabber about.

    "I am Vassily, and this is my brother Michal." The man who had invaded my house stated. One thing I noticed, they weren't Lycans, which for a tiny bit, put me at ease. I would totally hate to be in the hostage of Lycans. But then again, they weren't human too.

    "I see. Now will you tell me why I am here? Against my will?" I folded my arms as I stared at them.

    "Because we need your help, else we all go into extinction." Michal was the one who spoke.

    Confused, I frowned. "What are you saying?"

    "Katya and Mark were wrong to have kept your identity hidden from you." Vassily said. The mention of my parent's name piqued my interest instantly.

    "You knew my parents?"

    "They were never your parents little one, they were your mortal guardians."

    Like I already knew they had nothing to say except spew out nonsense. I laughed dryly. "My mortal guardians you say?"

    "You might not believe me, but yes."

    "Ah. So what does that make me? An immortal."

    "One of the lost child from the supernatural realm, just like the Lycans have lost their place there, so did you little one. You have forgotten who you are and where you come from."

    "Seems to me like you want to start a fairytale." I muttered. If only I could leave here right now.

    "Your guardians died because of their foolishness." The man, Michal said.

    "You will not speak of my parents in that manner!" I all but growled, but it was like he didn't hear me, because he continued..

    "They've kept your memories away from you, if you do remember, you would hate them with your whole being."

    "My parents died to protect me, I know that much which means nothing you say can make me doubt it."

    Michal shook his head, rubbing his chin lightly. "Have you never wondered about how they died? The mysteriousness surrounding their death? Did you never wonder why no one had a reasonable explanation to give regarding the cause of their death?"

    I clenched my fists tight. Even if I desperately wanted answers, I didn't want to get swayed by men who had rendered me useless without even lifting an hand. "I do not need ypur explanations even if you have one. I'm capable of finding out all by myself."

    "That you are, but you can never find anything without knowing the substantial truth." Vassily replied.

    I rolled my eyes. "You should let me go now, I am no longer interested in your crap."

    "Well the door is open." Michal stretched his hands to the door as it surprisingly pushed open by itself.

    Magic. That was only what could explain what they had been doing since Vassily stepped into my house. Curiously, I asked.. "What exactly are you guys?"

    Vassily smiled and stood up. He walked up to me and stretched his hands. "We are Faeries just like you are."

    "What?"

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