Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I opened the door of my bedroom and gasped. "My old things are here!" I giggled. My dolls and toys are here. I remember playing with them when I was like seven. I glanced at the cabinet and saw the golden ball that I really adore. The fact that this thing is actually made from pure gold makes me want it more. I used to place it under the sun because it glows like a ball of sun. It reflects the light so it gleams and I love it. I sighed. Those good old days.

I decided to take a bath because the trip was a little longer than I expected it. I want to search for my sleeping essentials, so I need to put my things in the wardrobe and arrange them to find it. I feel exhausted, I need to cleanse and relax. My body feels heavy. I want to rest. I heard a faint knock on the door and my grandma entered.

"Did your Aunt inform you that we won't be staying here? We have to pay a visit to an old friend. Don't settle everything." Grandma is a kind person, no wonder she has a lot of friends. I’m actually good with just staying over here for the whole week because there’s a lot to explore but I don’t think it will happen. Well, this is a vacation after all. Meeting new people would be great. Her friend even said over the phone that she would be glad to see me as well.

"Yes ma'am! I will be carrying less but important things tomorrow. So, will you please spare me some of your time and tell me stories?" I said and my grandma raised her brow. I blinked once, twice, trying to give her a puppy look. She laughed. I remember those days when she used to tell me many stories about random things. Everything just interested me.

"Oh not those eyes." She said and collapsed to my bed before throwing off her slippers. “Aren’t you too old for something like this?” She laughed.

"Does that mean yes?" I asked. She settled comfortably beside me. I moved beside her so I could lean on her shoulder.

"What story do you want to hear?" I grab my covers and snuggle comfortably next to her. This feels so calming. Her warmth is making me feel safe. It’s been too long since I hug her like this. I suddenly remember my school days where I would go home crying and I would call her name to comfort me even though I know she wouldn’t be there. A lot of bad things happened to me and sometimes I wished that she’s there for me.

"You decide Grandma. I want your crazy stories again." When I said crazy stories I was referring to her journeys before that has crazy rumors to it. She is a woman of knowledge. Ask her anything and she will answer it. That’s why I idolized her so much when I was little. There are no questions that are unanswered. Her life journeys are the highlights of her bedtime stories.

"Hey dear it isn't crazy. They're purely true, just with the touch of humor." I rolled my eyes. Vampires wearing garlic costumes for Halloween, dancing topless fairies and more. Of course those are being exaggerated.

"Tonight let's have werewolves." She said and I looked at her.

"Wolves?" I repeated. This topic seems serious. Werewolves are the stories that my grandma never messes into. As I remembered we talked about many creatures in the past and they are not mentioned. In my personal opinion I don’t believe them. I mean werewolves are ancient artifacts already, but I can't say that they never existed. Maybe they lived once but it's impossible they're still alive until now like dinosaurs. In today's time, their existence is supposed to be extinct or erased. I read stories that humans hate them and thought of many strategies to eradicate them.

My Grandma's face turns into a serious one. "You should always open your eyes on things like this Audrey. Sometimes the things that aren't real will knock you out into reality." She said. "Things that are hidden possess greater powers. They are not observed but that doesn’t mean they are not real.” She warned.

"Why are you saying these to me grandma? You never insisted anything about werewolves until just now." I asked. She sighed and I realized that there is no point in arguing because I can tell how serious she is regarding this topic.

"I have you here because I think you are ready. You should be mature in handling things like this. Don't expect my darling dear that everything will be easy from this day forward. You are destined for much greater than you think." she warned. I did not know why she was telling me this now. This is the bad side of her mysterious words that I don’t like. Sometimes her poetic warnings are too difficult to process. I also hate it when I don't get on the same page with her. This time I'm completely lost by her words. What's up with her?

"For what? You are telling this now for what, Grandma?" She shrugged and kissed my forehead instead of answering. It looks like she gave up on telling me more than this. Maybe it was too much for me to take since I have just arrived. I am certain that I will get her words next time.

"Let's stop this and you have to rest. Think over the things that we've talked about. We will continue this discussion next time. Goodnight dear." She said, putting on her slippers back before standing up. I was regretting that I chose to have this conversation on my first night here.

"Wait! What about the story?" I gasped and she shushed me. She fixed her nightgown and touched my face before kissing my forehead again. I guess there will be no stories tonight.

"Sleep early, get ready for tomorrow." she said and left my room. What does that mean? Did I say something bad to upset her? She is indeed careful about the conversation, but now is on a different level. I've never seen her so disturb and distracted like this. I should wake up early and make her coffee tomorrow or something. I will apologize if needed. Now, before I overthink everything I should sleep.

I sighed. "What the hell is happening?" I murmured to myself. Thank goodness this room is cozy and warm; I expect to sleep deeply tonight. The covers smell clean and I like it.

I looked at the window once again and gazed at the forest. The moon is so bright tonight. Everything looks perfect and yet it feels odd. Something is missing, something that is truly important. Especially when I see the moon, it reminds me of a blurry picture. I hold onto my chest, that blur image just made my heart skip a beat. What is it?

All this time I have done nothing but go into the flow on the events that will take me. When I think about it, what is my purpose? Why am I here? Those are the questions that pop into my mind whenever I have silence. It was sad to think that even now I still don't have answers.

I heard a long lonely howl from the woods. It scared the heck out of me. I calmed myself again and again and again. My grandma already cleared to me that they are harmless. By any chance, are there any wild wolves here? Well, damn Audrey you better be careful walking around. I gaze at the window, “What is that?”

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Wolves huh? I sighed. What does it even have to do with me?