"Did my burger ever come." asked Aora as she finished up her coke. Skipper reaches beside her and handed a red basket with a rather juicy burger in it. "Yes, been waiting all day for this." In an instant she's already eaten half the burger.
"Damn Aora calm down the cow's already dead." Aora cuts her eyes at Skipper, while I just sit there all awkwardly watching them bicker. Skipper takes notice of this. "Look at us, Aora chowing down her cow and me eating my salty, but good, fries. Let me get Al over here so you can order. AL!" Her voice carries over the restaurant.
"Skipper no- you don't have to-
I immediately stop talking once Al, who has an irritated look on his face, comes over with a pencil and pad.
"You called?" He groans.
"Oh, don't be a grump Al. This is my new friend Quinneth, she's the fu-". I shake my head vigorously at her, not wanting her to tell people who I really am. "-the funniest girl I've ever met in my life, anyways take her order." His mouth turns into a scowl, someone must hate their job.
"What do you want?"
"Um..." I look around the restaurant, on the wall I see a sign, 'taste our chocolatey milkshake, put a smile on your face'. "I'll take the chocolate milkshake, that's it."
"Be out to you in ten minutes." He writes my order and trudges slowly to the back of the kitchen.
"Don't mind Al, he's a Gank." says Skipper.
Looking over to a quiet Aora, I see her still chowing down her burger. Ketchup sauce drips down the corner of her mouth. Next time I come here I'll have to get one of those, sure it isn't better than burg-oh-wow. She is literally a spitting image of Aren, only not so angry looking.
"I got a question. What type of name is Quinneth anyways." Aora asks. Skipper cuts her eyes at Aora, burning lasers into the side of her face.
"Aora!"
"Uh no it's fine I'll talk. My mother's name is Quinn and my father's grandmother's name was Beth. It was originally going to be Quinn Beth, but was changed to Quinneth instead. Combining both their names." Both their faces look at me with surprise, Aora licks up the dripping Ketchup that has been hanging on her face for the past 5 minutes. Skipper hands her a napkin.
"That's....really creative. I wish my name had some good history behind it." said Aora.
"Keaorah's a beautiful name." Skipper tells her.
"I was named after a women warrior from the 15th century who raided a town. She ripped everyone's throats out." Me and Skipper just stare at each other, unsure of what to say. Everyone's name has some history, whether it be good or not, in this case Aora's isn't nice. I wonder about Skipper.
"It's still a beautiful name Aora. What about you...skipper isn't your real name right?" The only person I know with the nickname Skipper is Barbie's little sister.
"Skippers my nickname my first name is-"
"-Helena." Aora finishes up her sentence.
Skipper starts to fill over her body, what is she doing? "Oh, right I'm Skipper, not you." She purses her lips as she throws darts at Aora's face.
"You know I love aggravating you." She replies.
"Any way's, yes my name is Helena Holt. The reason my nickname is Skipper was because when I stood up instead of walking, I skipped, hence Skipper." She finishes, pretty creative name.
"How is it...you know dating Alexander?" Skippers asks curiously. "Is he a good kisser, I heard he was."
"It's...nice I guess, and he kisses good." I say awkwardly.
"Just nice and good? Man, if I could date Alexander, I totally would, don't worry I would never try that." Aora assures me. Alexander is a very attractive guy; I've noticed girls staring at him when we went to out in public. I don't ever feel insecure or anything, until now. These girls are like really powerful women, they can shift and fight. What can I do, paint and forget conversations, but we are mates so he's not going to want anyone else, right?
"Are mates...definite?" I ask them.
Skipper speaks, "Uh yeah, the only way you can leave your mate is rejecting them which people don't usually do. Trust me, Alexander is not going to reject you; I see the way he stares at you. Don't mention this to him, but when you guys had that argument on Homecoming night he was outside all sad staring at the stars. He never stares at the stars, unless he's sad."
"True dat." Aora interjects.
"He was hurting because of what you said to him, also he wanted to tell you that he was a werewolf that night. He loves you, don't ever feel like he doesn't." I didn't know he felt that bad about what I said to him that night. He always seems ok and fine, but the thought of knowing that I-
"But watch out for the girls around here. They'll smile in your face but be trying to get your man behind your back." This sounds like it's not meant for me but meant for her, Aora.
"Aora...you're getting off topic this is not about Joey."
"He hurt me, cheated on me with Katie Durkheim that skuzzy slut." We both just give her weird looks; I'll make sure I look out for a Katie Durkheim.
"Get back on topic." Skipper ushers her.
"Right, anyways the girls here will kill you for Alexander." She sees the fear in my eyes. "Oh, I mean figuratively kill you, yeah, let's go with figurately."
"Ignore her we got your back." Skipper reassures me.
Aora pushes the red basket away from her. "Damn that burger was so good, I feel like the King of Dane."
"You know you and the king would make an excellent couple." You can hear the starkness in Skipper's voice.
"Imagine me being a Queen. Queen Keaorah of Dane, has a nice ring to it."
"You'd be the worst Queen, most likely a dictator." I laugh at Skipper's response; I like these girls they are younger than me but are really entertaining.
"Shut up, the first thing I do is tell people what to do." She betters up her posture and puts the red basket on her head like a crown. "You over there massage my feet! HEY you empty my chamber pot." She gives a really bad British accent while saying this.
"Chamber pot." Me and Skipper say at the same time.
"Yeah, you both got a problem with it." I hold my hands up in surrender, but Skipper furthers on the conversation.
"Um yeah I kind of do. No one on this earth still uses chamber pots, last time I checked we have indoor plumping." She implies, Aora just gives her a disgusting look.
"You're such a meanie." Over walks Al with the receipt, he looks down at Aora confused by what's she doing. He gives me my milkshake also.
"She alright?" He points out.
"She's imaging herself as Queen." I say as I take a sip of my milkshake, it's taste like heaven and an actual smile is coming across my face.
"If you were Queen, I would flee immediately" She smacks his arm lightly.
"You know what? I haven't filed a complaint here in a long time." Since Skipper is sitting on the outside, she climbs over the booth and starts screaming rather loudly. "CHRIS, I HAVE A COMPLAINT TO FILE AGAINST YOUR WORKER HERE!" Al chases her around the restaurant as she runs around frantically looking for a Chris.
"That's Keaorah, eccentric." I finish drinking my milkshake, god this is so good. I suddenly remember I need to find out where Sasha is so I can talk to her.
"Um Skipper."
"Yeah."
"Where would...they keep the prisoners here, just asking." She looks at me weird, but still answers my question.
"She's in the dungeon, well they're just regular prisons, it's inside the pack house on the last floor. Why ask?"
"Just...curious that's all. I want to know where everything is at so I don't get lost."
"Make sense, uh I got to go. My father might be looking for me, doesn't know that I'm skipping fight class. I hate fighting it's so barbaric." She slaps a ten-dollar bill on the table and slings on her jacket. "Nice meeting you."
"You too bye." I give her a friendly wave as she heads out the door. Now, I need to go back to the pack house and find some way to sneak downstairs to see Sasha. I know this place is heavily guarded so I'll have to be creative and improvise.
As I head out the door, Al and Aora are still arguing. She sees me walking out the door.
"Nice to meet you Quinneth, let's hang out again." She says out of breath. Al tries to snatch the paper out of her hand, but she moves just in time.
"You too." I head for the door, on my way to see Sasha.
Entering into the pack house, I go in the direction that Skipper told me down to the dungeons, well prison. I'm scared to think of what she will say, will she have the answers or refuse to talk to me.
Alexander said she was a red wolf, even as strong as an Alpha, and from what he tells me Alpha's are supposed to be the strongest. I know that Sasha won't hurt me, if she wanted to, she would have at the shop, well not in front of Ida though, like in an alley.
I remember when our hands touch, she had a weird look in her eyes, maybe there was a piece that she has. For the past few weeks, I've been going through the books and have only found like one piece of valuable information.
In front of the tall titanium doors, stand two big guys. They have to be at least 6ft tall, and their muscles could crush me like an orange on a hot summer's day. I've never been good at lying or convincing people. Plus, I'm a human won't they be able to figure it out, hopefully they don't hurt me.
"What do you want?" One of the tall guys ask. I can't see his eyes, but I can tell he's scanning over me. What the hell do I say?
"I'm. . .supposed to bring down food to one of the prisoners. I think her name is Sasha." They both look at each other, then me. If they buy my lie, this will be the best thing yet.
"Ok, where's the food then?" Damn it, if you tell a lie make sure it makes sense to the situation. Wait, I remember that before I came here Alexander stuffed a Twinkie in my jacket pocket. His mother doesn't like that he eats them so he gave it to me, really, he forced me to have it.
"Here it is, just a snack they don't want her to have too much energy." My hand flaps around the Twinkie. "I was sent by the Alpha; you don't want to deny me you know how angry he gets." They work it over in their heads. "Also, she has period cramps so I brought tampons." Tampons sling from my pocket, thank you time of the month.
Opening the titanium door, the noise rings throughout my ears. Damn, they really don't want anyone leaving the prison, and I don't know how they would the doors look tough and heavy. Looking down in the prisons, there's a long path of stairs that lead to what I hope are the jail cells.
"Are you going to go." The guys ask rudely.
"Don't be rude- I'm going." I snark back. Stepping down the first step, I grip the railing in between my hand. Below me I can hear yelling and screaming, my feet halt on the stairs. I jump in fear once the metal door shuts behind me, the only light that emulates are the ones on the wall. The smell down here is rank, do they even clean down here?
After stopping and going down the stairs I finally reach the prisons. To the left a guard sits on a wooden chair, a magazine sits on the base of his chest while slob slips down the corner of his mouth. So much for doing his job.
I walk down the long hall of cells, men and women lay on the ground. One woman is rocking back and forth, singing some hymns. Another guy is clanking a cup on the cell bars, a yellow liquid spews out of it, I really don't want to know what's in there.
"Hey cutie, you want to have a good time." A man with rotten teeth asks me. I cower into myself, scared of what he'll do. Even if he's in a cage, he's a werewolf. A criminal werewolf at that.
"No thank you." I whisper to myself. Another voice echoes throughout the dark and mundane room.
"Leave her alone Clint, she's already spoken for isn't that right, Lotisia." With the split of light that comes through the one window, it shines on the person I came down here looking for, Sasha.
Her once clean, curly hair is now matted to her face, her lips are crusty and bare. It's like looking at a different person.
"My name is Quinneth." My hand clutches on the bars, grime sticks to them. Really, they can't bring a maid down here or something, hell I'll do it.
"No, it's Lotisia. It's your given name- no one told you?" My eyebrows furrow at her, what is she talking about?
"Uh no. Lotisia. . .like Lotus?" She nods her head.
"These jokes never told you of your history, or your purpose." Her dirty finger nails claw against the cracked pavement under us. I can see bags under her eyes, as tiredness overcomes her.
"They're not jokes, don't say that about them." In a flash of light, she went from being hobbled on the floor to standing in front of me. Once her hand touches the bars a loud shrill escape her chapped lips. "Are you ok?" I pull her hands towards me, but she snatches them away from me.
"Damn poison, they laced the bars. Assholes, when my people come and get me, they'll regret it. Why are you down here anyways, doesn't your mate know your down here?" I shake my head. "Of course, if he knew you wouldn't have made it on the first step."
"I have questions and you're the only person who can answer them." A small smirk plays on her face, she's probably glad to be needed.
"And why would I do that for you?"
"Because you're a nice person, and this has something to do with you, I know it." She sits back down on the ground; a few minutes go by and she says nothing. Silence baths the air. I have to find a way to get her to talk, oh yeah, I got something she may want.
"Are you hungry?" Her head jerks up at me, I can see the hunger in her eyes.
"You know I am." I pull the Twinkie from my front jacket pocket.
"Tell me what I want and you can have this." I wave the Twinkie in front her face, her eyes fixate on it not being able to look away. The Twinkie holds her captive.
She reaches out the grab it, but I snatch it back to me. "What a tease you are Lotisia. Fine, ask away."
"Ok." I sit down on the ground, ignoring the bugs that run by. "First thing is the visions, when you came into the shop our hands touch. When they did touch, I saw three different things, some bloody hands, four girls in a tomb and an oak tree. So far two have come true, except for the girls in the tomb."
"The visons are to. . .help you along the path you need to be going on. The first two are crucial events that lead to the last vision which is the four girls in the tomb." Unwrapping the Twinkie, I break off a piece and give it to her. She greedily takes it from me, the Twinkie is devoured in a matter of seconds.
"Were the girls in the tomb from the Salam Witch Trial?" She nods while staring at the Twinkie in my hand. "That's great to know. That leads to my next question. Who are the girls anyways? I've gone to the library and looked for them in the books, but no avail." I break off another piece and toss it to her. "Just a old looking picture."
"There not in the textbooks. They were The First Power." Was all she said.
"The First Power. . .you're going to have to explain more." She finishes up the Twinkie and starts to talk.
It takes a few minutes for her to speak, some of the white cream from the Twinkie sits on her dirty finger, she licks it up.
"The First Power consists of four girls from four powerful Kingdoms. One from Nygaard, Batkai, Dane and Luxor. They are the first ever werewolf witches and the most powerful to ever exist. A million witches combined couldn't take them down. They took up residence on the Island of Black Lotus. While there, they were sought out by the Alpha King of Nygaard. He wanted them to give his wife, Meghyn, who was also a human powers." I stop her.
"Powers for what?"
"Give me some more Twinkie and I'll tell you." I give her another piece and she continues. "Humans are weak, that's not an opinion just a fact, she couldn't defend herself nor the pack. In case the Alpha died, she would take over, no one would listen to her because she wouldn't be strong. Giving her power would ensure she could defend her people."
"Did they do it?" I asked eagerly.
"They did, but they paid the consequences in the end. The First Power and the King made a pack, if he helped them break into the Tomb of Selene for the Book of the Untold, then they would give Meghyn powers. Once they filled their ends of the deal, the Council found out what they did and punished them."
"That led to them being burned in the Salam Witch Trials." I added.
"Exactly."
"But that doesn't explain w-"
My voice comes to a halt once my phone starts to buzz. It's a text from Alexander, asking where I am. "Damn it" I whisper.
"Is that lover boy?"
"Yeah, he's looking for me I have to go. Tomorrow, I'll come back down here to ask more questions."
"Bring me some chips and chocolate and I'll answer some more." We shake hands agreeing on it.
"Here's the rest of the Twinkie, and I have some gum, here you go." She snatches it from me devouring all of it at once, they must really be starving them.
"Go in grace Lotisia, you have immense power that needs to be used." I throw her a warm smile and head up the creaky stairs. Running down the hall, I bump into someone.
"Slow down speedy Gonzales." Alexander says holding onto my shoulder. "Where were you I've been looking everywhere."
"I was around. . .like the bathroom and stuff."
"Ok weirdo, let's take you home." His arm wraps around my shoulder as we go to his car. While we walk, I reflect on what Sasha told me, I have immense power and I should use it. For what though, my eyes revert to Alexander. She told me that he and the others know about what I am and supposedly my real name. Why would he keep it from me, if this is true?
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