Twin Moon - Chapter 266 - The Beautiful Woman
Whiskey.
What the fuck did she just say? My mother, seriously? This lady has lost her damn mind. I was lost for words, completely. Which is odd for me, I always have some sort of smart remark to make. But not this time. I was just stunned into silence by her stupidity. She actually thinks that I'm her child, and that I'm even a real werewolf. I must have played my part better than I thought. She stood in front of me, watching for my reaction, waiting for me to say something. But I had nothing to say. She isn’t my mother, I have no mother. We stood silently for what felt like an hour, though it was only a few seconds. Both Lunaya and Lupus, plus the small woman, all of them were watching me closely, waiting for me to speak. But I didn’t. No. Words had been lost to me, but something was working its way out of me. That was the moment I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I tossed my head back and roared with laughter. It spilled out of my mouth effortlessly, making me wheeze for air. I hunched over, leaning on my knees, to try and catch a breath, but the laughter wouldn’t stop.
“Aurora?” Lunaya said concerned. At the sound of that name, my laughter cut off and was replaced by a growl.
“My name is Whiskey” I snarled at her. She glared back at me and looked to stumble over herself for words. She sucked her teeth and huffed heavily, then shook her head.
“No” she waved her hand back and forth,
“Enough of this” she growled over at me with a frown,
“Your name is Aurora, named for the new dawn. You are twin sister to Zelena, second born daughter to Micha and Lunaya Alvar. You come from the line of Selena, the chosen daughters, descendants of the All mother herself. You hold the power of the Moon Goddess, and you bare her mark. You are mine to love, ours to cherish, and the worlds to adore. You are Aurora”.
I glared at her as she spoke, my anger bubbling inside me. All of that crap she babbled means nothing to me. I don’t care who she thinks I am, no matter how much I look like that witch, regardless of all the stories she could spin, that is not me. This is not my life, that’s not my story. This isn’t where my path leads, I'm not destined for happy endings. I don’t believe her, I won’t believe her. I am the death incarnate, the bringer of pain, created to end all the werewolves. That is who I am. I am Whiskey, I am not Aurora.
When I didn’t respond again, Lunaya huffed annoyed and stepped toward me with one giant step.
“All Mother please help me” she whispered before she connected the palm of her hand to my forehead. I felt like I was falling, or more so being pulled backwards. Everything around me blurred and a pain rang out in my head. In fact, the pain shot all through me, from the tip of my toes to the end of my fingers. I would usually enjoy the pain, finding it grounding and real. This kind of pain was different. It was like my body was being forced through icy water and burning flames at the same time. I was being pulled to a place that I didn’t want to be. I don’t know for sure how I knew that, call it intuition. But deep in my stomach, I knew wherever I was going was not where I wanted to go.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in my room at the facility. Back in Russia. Panic filled my stomach as I whirled around on the spot. No, no, no. I can’t be here, I swore to never return to this place. How am I here. How did she do that. The heavy door opened with a groan and a thud, capturing my attention. In walked one of the hunters that I remember seeing in my dream, the one with the man I thought was my father. How could he be here. I looked over his face and recognised him as the hunter that carried the child away after my father was captured. I moved my eyes to his arms, and he was once again holding that same baby. This can’t be right. I watched as he put the baby on the dirty mattress laying on the floor, the same dirty mattress that I slept on all my life. He then walked away, leaving the crying child alone in the room. I turned on it, glaring at the blubbering baby. What is this thing doing in my old room.
Pain coursed through my body, forcing me to hunch over and grip my stomach. The crying stopped abruptly, and gentle whimpering took its place. I looked up to see what made the sudden change. The baby was sitting upright on the mattress, its hand outstretched, like it was holding something. But there was nothing there. The pain got worse and I grunted involuntarily. I rubbed my hand over my face and eyes, hoping the pain would go away, but it didn’t. I looked back up at the baby, but it wasn’t alone anymore. A pale white light, like an apparition or something was sitting next to her. I rubbed my eyes again, straining to make sense of the weird figure. What the fuck is that. More pain rolled through me, this time forcing me to drop to my knees. My head was ringing with a thousand tiny jackhammers pounding at the inside of my skull. My arms and legs were cramping, the muscles spasming painfully. My stomach was in motion, rolling around inside me, making me want to hurl. I don’t know what's going on, but I want it to stop. This forceful pain, it’s unlike anything I have ever experienced. I will take whippings, lashings and starvation over this. I would prefer to be forced to change into my beast and back again, feel the breaking of my bones a hundred thousand times over again, instead of this. I would take the cold room with that horror torture chair over this. Anything is better than this agony.
A strangled scream burst from my lips and echoed around the frigid walls. I curled myself into my knees, pressing my forehead to the frozen concrete ground. I closed my eyes tight and gripped at the side of my head. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. And just like that, it did. The pain was gone. I stayed perfectly still in my little ball, my head in my hands, crunched over on my knees, with my forehead on the ground. I was afraid that if I moved, the pain would return.
“See, you’re okay sweet girl” a voice rang out. Such a soft and angelic voice. It made my skin break out in goosebumps. Yet, I feel like I know that voice, like I've heard it before. The baby cooed happily in response to the voice. Who else was in here, I wondered. Someone else must have come in while I was screaming in pain. I slowly sat up and looked to where the baby was. The pale light was gone, and now a beautiful woman in a white dress was there, holding the baby in her arms. Her long straight snow white hair hung long past her shoulders. Her skin glistened and looked like it was sparkling. She rocked the child in her arms, whispering gentle words to calm her down. The dress the woman wore was nothing more than a slip of thin material. Any normal person would be freezing, yet this woman didn’t even shiver. Who is she.
“Mother is here my beautiful Aurora” she sang to the baby. Mother? But I thought Lunaya was meant to be her mother. The woman looked up and met my curious gaze. I looked behind me to check that she wasn’t looking at someone else, there was no one else in here. As I turned back to her, she winked and looked back down at the child. A gust of wind picked up in the windowless room, wind that wasn’t coming from me. I looked around but couldn’t see the source. When I looked back to where the woman and the baby had been sitting, I frowned. The baby had grown. She was now at least two or three years older. I watched carefully as the child kept growing in the woman's arms. It was like watching a movie in fast forward. The more she grew, the more I recognised myself in the child. How could this be possible. It's not. It can’t be right.
The young girl was now around nine or ten, and she was my spitting image. From her ratty hair to her pale skin, all the way down to the scars and markings on her flesh. She was me. I was her. But that’s not right. I wasn’t born, I was created. I wasn’t stolen or kidnapped, I was bred in a lab by mad scientists. How could this be. All my life they told me what I was created for, why they made me, and what my purpose for being alive was. Am I supposed to believe that they lied?
“Hello daughter of mine” that same voice chimed, only it wasn’t from the woman holding the child, it came from beside me. I snapped my eyes over my shoulder and jumped back. The woman was now standing next to me, but she was still sitting on the mattress as well. I flipped my head from the woman on the mattress, to the woman standing in front of me, and back and forth again. She chuckled, the sound sounding more like gentle bells than a laugh.
“I am her, and she is me. Just as she is you, and you are her” she said rhythmically while waving to the young girl. So, she confirmed it then. The girl is me, well a younger me, but me all the same.
“How are you standing there and sitting down at the same time?” I demanded of the woman. I have never seen anyone so perfectly beautiful. Her skin was like glimmering porcelain, and her pure white eyes were both haunting and peaceful at the same time.
“I am here now, she is but a memory of myself” she answered with a wave of her hand.
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