When the sun was up in the sky, ready to resume work for the day, it casts its rays on the earth, illuminating the blue sky. The white clouds moved in directions one couldn't tell. The morning breeze was as cool as ice, and leaves of trees and shrubs followed the directions of the breeze.
Amaya opened her eyes, with a banging headache. Head throbbing in pain. She looked around her. Where was she? Looking around the room, with her head still on the pillow, she saw bottles of suspensions, injections and syringes. She looked at the bed and beside it was a drawer on either side. A IV drip was attached to her hand. Of course, she was in a hospital.
But...how did she get here?
Before she could think more, the door creaked open and a lady walked in. She was dressed in nurse clothing, with a tray of food in her hand. She also had a mask on, barely covering her lips.
"You're awake" she said
"How did I get here?" Amaya asked, confused. She clearly doesn't remember a thing as her head still throbbed in pain.
The nurse placed the tray on the table.
"You don't remember much, do you?" She asked as she walked to her, examining the drip. "You were brought in here by a man last night. Your face was all bruised and you were freezing cold."
She looked at her "Mind telling me how you got in that state?"
"I don't remember a thing" Amaya managed to say.
"It's okay " she said and walked back to the table, taking it to where Amaya laid.
"You should eat, so the drugs would work on you."
"Thank you " Amaya said, and began to eat. Then it hit her.
"What about my child?" She asked anxiously. Her head banged even harder, her heartbeat increased as she waited anxiously for the nurse's reply.
She smiled "Your child is perfectly fine" she said. And like Amaya had been relieved of a burden, she heaved a long sigh.
"While we examine you last night, we discovered you were pregnant. But thank goodness the child is fine, and you had no internal injuries."
Amaya's lips stretched into a smile. Her child was okay. Her very first fruit was okay.
The nurse kept some drugs on the tray "Take them when you're done" she said "I'll come back to check on you"
Amaya nodded, and with that, she turned and left.
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Ryan walked into his house. It was warm unlike the outside. The heater was on and the windows were barely opened. He took off his shoes by the door and put on his slippers. Suddenly, a man and woman came rushing down the stairs.
"Young master!"
"Young master!"
They called out, running towards him. The woman held his hand. She seemed to be in her late thirties.
"Where have you been?" She asked.
"You didn't come back home last night" the man added. He seemed liked someone in his forties.
Ryan walked to the couch and sat down, exhaling deeply.
"Where have you been? We were worried sick" the woman, Zariel asked. Love and tenderness can be heard in her voice.
Ryan just sat there, looking like someone who hadn't closed his eyes throughout the night. His face was pale and his clothes were cold. His gaze was fixed on nothing.
"I'm hungry" he finally said, without sparing them a glance. His face, devoid of any expression, like all the questions didn't matter.
Seriously?! They've been worried because he didn't return the previous night and this was all be had to say?! That he was hungry?!
Zariel's face changed. Straightening her back, she said "I'll go set the table" with that, she vowed and left.
"You should have a warm bath" Leonel suggested. "You look pale. You might catch a cold."
Without a word, Ryan stood up, heading for his room. Leonel watched his back as he left. He heaved a sigh, like Ryan's presence scares him.
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Amaya's headache had eased as she laid on the bed. She felt a lot better now and she wants to leave the hospital already. Her mind drifted back to the previous night. What really got her to this state? Closing her eyes, the memories came flashing back. She was attacked that night by someone who she couldn't fathom his appearance. He had red eyes like flames of fire. His nails were long and slightly dirty. Or would she call that claws? His canines were were elongated too. Maybe this one is called fangs. She remembered how he swung her in air, causing her bruises. She could remember him digging his claws into her belly and her neck.
Did he wanted to kill her? What did she do wrong?
With a flash, she stood up, walking towards the bathroom and to the mirror in it. She leaned forward, checking her neck for any claw mark, but there was none. She lifted her shirt to check her belly. There was none either.
What happened? How did they heal so fast without any trace?
And that Man, she remembered him taking her away from the cold night. She remembered when he placed his hand on her belly. Could it be that when he touched her the wounds healed?
She leaned closer again to be sure there weren't any marks. Then, she saw something alarming. Something that sent chills down her spine. A crescent mark on her neck like a tattoo, with a tiny star in its middle. She can't remember ever having a tattoo, so what is this?
It was silvery and pale, so one wouldn't know something was there except taking a closer look.
What is this mark?