A squishing sound was heeded as moonlight enveloped the sky. The percolated sound of the night waft tolled like ghouls as they passed by with malice.
Heidi didn't comprehend if she was tramping the right path. The shortest path to the palace was confusing, a little mistake could get you to the cemetery.
She glanced up at the clouds, it was a full moon. She missed how things were, how free things were. There was a time their beast was free to wander under the moonlight, a time full moons were celebrated.
But now all they have is silver necklaces around their necks dissuading them from altering. She had no idea how it wasn't scorching them and how they couldn't be terminated.
Her wolf was growling inside her, shrieking to be liberated. Or so she believed.
She hesitated when she paid attention to a swishing noise. It sounded like concrete breaking apart.
As she scrutinized her surroundings, she realized she had missed her route. Around her were graves arranged in order. She hadn't been scared before, but now she was terrified.
Her head unhurriedly twisted to where the noise was coming from, then she discovered a gravestone fluttering. Her palm shrouded her mouth to muffle the scream crawling up her throat. She didn't want to be stricken by a ghost.
She ran fast towards a gravestone big enough to hide her body and hid. The sound becomes louder as the grave begins shattering. And she was witnessing it. Her heart began to whack rapidly inside her ribcage, her fingers shivering from fright.
Just then, something emerged from the broken grave. A Man. The clothes around his body seemed to have decayed as they fell from his body. His hair is long and dirty, Totally unkempt.
She peeped from the gravestone and conceded he had no silver necklace around his neck. No silver necklace and he wasn't transforming? What was he? A human?
Then she heard a low growl from him.
"Human." He growled the term.
This struck Heidi hard in the chest. He could sense her, and he referred to her as human.
She didn't really hate that necklaces were made to hinder their wolves, she even felt relaxed because of it.
She never wolfed out. Her sisters wolfed out before the necklaces were placed around their necks, but never did she. She appeared more of a human than a wolf, or was it because her parents were turned wolves? She just wished she was different, like the others.
Her parents enunciated it was fine if she was born a human, but she knew it wasn't. How would it be possible for two turned wolves to produce a human?
She hated to be thought of and referred to as a human. Because she wasn't.
"1249?" Heidi peeped again and found out he was looking at his broken gravestone. "What year is it, little lass?" He questioned no one in particular. But she knew he was asking her. Now, this is her cue to run.
"Don't," He warned, compelling her to halt. Did he just read her mind? "Being stalked by me isn't a shrewd choice." His voice was dry, yielding his utterances to appear scarier. "So answer me, little human, what year is it?"
"17-1751." She shuttered. Her limbs have gone numb, her hands cold.
"1751? That long? Fuck." He cursed, before muttering. "Those bastards did keep to their promise."
Heidi began trudging soundlessly to flee the graveyard. Witnessing a grave break apart, and a man emerging from inside was too much to take in. She had no wolf power to wreck with if he chose to attack her, she was powerless.
"Since you're the one here when I woke, you'll have to take responsibility." He sounded shameless, yet serious. "That's your payment for me not cutting your life short."
"Ok," Heidi responded absentmindedly. She wasn't paying attention to his words, rather, she was limping away.
"Don't you dare-"
"HELP!" Heidi shrieked as she stood up, then she began to run. Loitering here, obeying his words wouldn't save her. He's a man from the grave, surely he's insane. She ought to protect herself.
"I warned you already, don't blame me for this." The man said calmly, but since it was midnight, she could hear it. This propelled her to quicken her gait.
He stretched to haul, but his limbs were stiffened. His body began to feel vulnerable. This wasn't usual. A loud sound went off in his skull, inducing him to clutch tightly to his head and growl. He unfurled his shut eyes and glared at the path Heidi ran through, she wasn't in sight anymore. He could get her if he wanted, but his body seemed to be totally down. He needed a few minutes to regain himself.
He knew her scent, so tracking her won't be hard. She disobeyed him. Nobody disobeys him and lives.
He smiled malevolently at himself and the dangerous thought for her in his mind. The anger of being locked up for five hundred years was just tossed on her, unknown to her.
His eyes caught a glimpse of the item on the ground. A masquerade mask. And where were masquerade balls usually held?
The palace.
His smirk became broader.
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Heidi wheezed as she strode towards the palace. Her entire body was trembling. She didn't know what that was, but it needed to be cleared off the kingdom. She didn't know who to tell.
Her sisters, yes.
She stabled her breath and soothed down her trembling body before entering the palace. She had unknowingly dropped her mask at the cemetery. But thankfully, the guards at the gate offered her another.
She covered her face and blended in with the crowd after revealing her invitation card. She scanned the busy hall for her sisters, she ought to tell them to be cautious.
The spark of silver and blue sparkled on everybody's neck, their necklace was identical.
It was hard to spot her sisters, she needed them beside her, to find a suitable partner for Tessa.
As she turned to glance behind her, her body collided with a male, causing his drink to pour all over her. "Oh, My…" Heidi exclaimed softly.
"Goodness, I'm so sorry, Miss." The male quickly apologized, using his handkerchief to swab the stain on her dress. But it wasn't gonna clean anything.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it in the restroom." The man continued to apologize as Heidi made her way to the restroom.
Closing the door with a deep breath. Heidi glanced at herself in the mirror. She appeared so frustrated and tattered. Her hair was all over her shoulder looking unkempt. She was thankful her mother wasn't at the ball, because her mother would have been panicking and asking her how she was gonna get a dance partner looking all tattered and disorganized. And she wasn't lying.
She hurriedly arranged her face and hair and wiped the stain a little more before walking towards the door. As she twisted the knot, she discovered it was latched from the outside.
H-how?
She knocked on the door and pulled harder, but it wasn't opening.
This was what she feared before entering a distant restroom instead of the one close by. Now she's locked, but by who?
She only knew her sisters, she wasn't even the social type.
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