Lows To High- Hazels Story- Mini- A Sweet Winters Nightmare- A Past Life

#Lows To High- Hazels Story- Mini- A Sweet Winters Nightmare- A Past Life

*my eyes were closed as I spoke with such cold dormant tone as I started to speak “The year was 1975, it had been years since I ran from Dario, I knew his men were after me but I didn’t know to what extent or what he would do to me.” *To this day the chills ran up my spine as I remembered it was as if it were yesterday tears began to form again as if I was there and it was happening all over again.*

Therapist – “Take it slow Hazel we are gonna go through each year and get it out in the open, remember you’re here with me and we are just going to document this all you are there just close your eyes and remember for me, and realize you are here not there.”
*I shook my head and took in a breathe and started to speak*

I couldn’t shake this feeling that something wasn’t right. I was freezing the hairs on my skin stood up and my teeth were chattering like no tomorrow. The Last thing I remember was the awful house I was in and the awful things that went on in it. Those people and what they were doing to us was like a nightmare in itself, I didn’t know how I got away or even where I was, it was like ice touching my body from foot to toe and It was almost as if I didn’t wake now my heart could stop at any given moment, but anything was better than being tortured and the unthinkable. I remember a man coming to my rescue, I remember being in his arms but now I was holding my body shivering. Now I was beyond freezing and opened my eyes to see I was lying in a pile of snow.

I didn’t know how I got there and when I looked down I was almost naked, only a few shards of clothing that were ripped to pieces lay dormant upon my skin. I shook my head trying to remember trying to realize how I had gotten there and that maybe I had changed into my wolf like self, but it wasn’t even a full moon yet I couldn’t explain the feeling I was having, this empty dark feeling. I wasn’t full of my normal rage this feeling…was of fear. The fear of Dario. His men were worse than ever more than I ever thought possible I couldn’t believe he had gone this far just to get back to me for my betrayal. 

I didn’t know where I was how I had gotten there or where the man was. I was scared and frightened. I yelled out but my voice was scratchy and could barely speak. I looked at my hands bruised and my body just healing up from all the shit I had gone through just days before. My hands were also blooded and I couldn’t figure out why. My heart had this pit in my stomach. It was snowing more and more and even if I was a werewolf and vampire I still could feel the ice below 0 feeling that was coming down. I tried to stand but my legs were somewhat weak like I had been running for days, they had starved me I knew it I knew I wouldn’t be able to do anything without blood. I tried and after a few tries and misses falling right into the cold stone snow I was able to stumble up as my eyes were getting used to the darkness around me and my legs shaking from the weakness that buried within me.

I held my small petite arms and walked stumbling in the snow with my bare feet. I knew I had to find that guy before I even worried about myself and if I’d catch pneumonia or got frostbite. I stumbled and caught myself on a tree leaning against it as my weak body tried to get the strength it needed to keep going. I knew my wolf side would heal itself and my vampire too if I got blood but for some reason it was taking too long to gather myself up too even try and get to where I needed to. I could feel my insides and the broken bones that were barely healing; each one painful to the next and it was a strange feeling to be able to feel the pain. I never paid much attention to the process but now being here in this strange setting everything seems so surreal and different.

There were so many trees around me that looked like one over the other; it had made me dizzy even thinking about it. I didn’t know where to start. I grabbed my head as I gathered myself up and ran my hands through my long blonde hair and cleared my throat as I stood straight. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate using my hybrid abilities but something was clouding the mans scent it angered me. I closed my eyes again in anger as I thought deeper trying to remember anything, something that could help me see or know any information of how I had come to be where I was standing.

The sweet smell of sweet honey crossed my nose as well as a fiery smell came across my thoughts. As I opened my eyes they were a vibrant red as my teeth grew slightly and a low growl escaped my lips seductively. I twisted my body towards the familiar smell. This time my body gave in and gave me the strength to run in a blur like speed. I didn’t know where or to whom it was but the smell beckoned me. It was like a summer’s day or the sweetest of chocolate that I could taste. My mouth watered for it drooling as I wanted it so much. At one jump and jolt I felt my body changing and I couldn’t understand why. I screamed as I hit the snow hard cutting my leg badly but it didn’t matter if I did or not the change was taking over. I was going crazy not understanding the changes coming about me. I read in fairy tales and story books that hybrids only changed at the full moon or at their masters will but now I was broke free from his sire bond and this was my chance at freedom. I looked up in the sky and behold a bright full half moon shinned through the snow clouds. I didn’t understand because it couldn’t be true if this was the case, a whole month had gone and passed, but how could that be I couldn’t remember any of it.

I kept flashing back to that awful house but the ending being bitter sweet, but from that bitter sweet end to now it was all blank. I screamed more as I couldn’t control the change. The hybrids eyes grew more red with thirst as my bones broke within me as I fell flat on my back as they twisted and turned within me. I couldn’t take the pain every time I changed it was like with each bone breaking within me I could feel and it broke my mental state along with it. The thirst for blood and killing made its way into my thoughts. The sweet honey smell I thought I smelled wasn’t honey at all. I knew once I was full hybrid what exactly it was. Blood. By about 30 minutes later I stood there full form the last of the shredded clothing I wore was gone and I stood high and my strength in full force.

I was at full strength. I remember my grandmother on my mother’s side telling me stories of her Indian people about humans who thirsted for blood and how Wolfs were the balance to protect the tribe and the people. The wolf was sacred but in decades they faded and the stories became horrible nightmares to people. I thought the stories my professors in school told me about was all fable, but now standing as a wolf those fables were my reality because of Dario and his powers. 

I had to have answers and I needed help to break free from Dario and his men trying to find me. There was another force that beckoned me to them. A man in my dreams but he wasn’t just a wolf he was also the blood thirsty man my grandmother told me. They called him Dario.  But I didn’t understand how I knew or even if it was him in my dreams but something told me deep down I was to serve him in one way or another whether I wanted to or not. I shook that feeling because deep down I couldn’t think of that evil, the evil I wanted was in the man I searched for.

Even as a hybrid I whimpered and howled up to the moon wanting anything a sign a sound anything to tell me where he was. The next sound wasn’t him was of men in the distance, and the smell of blood. I looked up and saw smoke not of a chimney but more of a fire. I ran with all might heart towards the smells hoping and praying the man that saved me was there because I didn’t care about

my thirst for blood my thirst for the man was so much more. I cleared through the woods with so much power and strength even I was astonished at the ground I was covering, and within minutes I was there. I looked through a couple trees and saw men on the floor dead, blood pouring out of them. Some stuck with knifes others with garden tools. The house was on fire and in a slight sound I heard the man that saved me, the sound of his voice calling for me and I couldn’t help but run out of the woods . I jumped against the wood door as it plowed down and the wood broke instantly being frail from the fire. I yelled trying to find #Him the sounds were getting faint so through the fires I ran and searched. I would run or go through anything just to protect him, even if it killed me in the process. I searched and searched what seemed like hours. Burning under my feet and my skin aching.

Within an instant the room went black my hybrid form gone I was in a bed and I woke up in a sweat, looking over to the man sleeping and I plopped back down grabbing my heart as it was all a dream, but the sweet smell still beckoned me as the blood of the boys was everywhere. My eyes red like fire flared up as I sat up and looked at the sweet blood. This was my sweet Winters nightmare that I knew was just the beginning, Dario found me. His tricks were just started in my dreams

*I opened my eyes and starred at the therapist* Dario has his ways, i am hybrid but of a different nature, i am also witch and if he could find me in my dreams he will find me anywhere, i hide who i am what i am from the world for a reason." 

"But if that's the case why come to me?" the therapist asked *my eyes grew red* that's for me to know and for you to *smirking* dot dot dot" *i stood up and walked out* same time Tuesday 

*the therapist gulped and nodded* 

#ToBeContinued