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As sudden as the vision appeared it also disappeared, this is the first time that a vision linked to the man sitting before me doesn’t leave me revolted, if anything it has left me curious.
Opening my eyes, I look at the despicable presence before me, I wish I could tell him that he is going to get what he deserves but I don’t know if he is because all I saw was him flying back into the brush before the farmhouse.
“Yes” I reply.
A smile appears on his face, it is so unfair that I give this man the answer that he wanted to hear but the poor woman that was here just before him was destroyed by what I had to tell her. The only thing that keeps me from screaming in frustration is knowing that he is not going to get his evil paws on the poor woman he is after.
“Is this the woman you saw?” he asks pulling a photo out of his breast pocket to hold it up for me to see. I nod in confirmation; her hair is shorter on the photo, but it is definitely the same woman.
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” I shake my head in answer, there is absolutely no way that I want to warn him that someone else is going to stop him from his evil ploy on the poor unsuspecting woman.
“Well then,” he says as he stands to leave, “this has been a pleasure as always.” I nod as he turns making his way out. Luckily his visits are never long, it is the residue of what I usually see that lingers long after he has left. Today I have a sliver of hope that the men I saw in my vision will stop this diabolical being before me of continuing on his pursuit of evil. Leaning forward I pull the candle that is on the corner of the table to place it before me. Cupping my hands, I pull them over the candle to lift the smoke from the candle over my head as if raising handful of water, letting the smoke clean my aura, clean the energy that is left behind from the people that come to see me.
“Goddess of light cleanse my energy, cleanse my sight.” I state visualizing pure light engulfing me, slowly feeling my muscles relaxing. I keep my eyes closed for a few minutes enjoying the silence, knowing that when I open them that Papa will be waiting for me.
When I finally open my eyes, I glance towards the door to see Papa leaning against the frame, “Are you all done for the day?” his curly peppered hair in disarray like usual, a stubble framing his jaw and his brown eyes questioning.
Standing I make my way towards the door, the money I made today in my hand. “Yes” I reply as I raise my hand to give him the money. “Papa, please don’t agree to have me see anyone without asking me first.” I plead knowing that he will agree but if the money is right he will disregard my plea and arrange for them to see me.
“I know…I know, but he said that it was important and besides you are fine.” He says with a shrug as he places the money in his jeans front pocket before turning to walk away. Shaking my head in annoyance I snap around taking hold of my caravan door before pulling it shut behind me as I close the world out. Sometimes I wish they would listen to me, all I want is my independence, I want to be able to make my own decisions. I know that as soon as I marry Duke I will be changing one prison for another and I dread that the prison will be a worse one.
My parents agreed for me to move into my own caravan a couple of months ago, I think they knew that if they pushed me for much longer that I would snap. If I could only see my own future like I do the future of others, I would be able to see if my life with Duke is peaceful or an upheaval.
I have always wished for a peaceful life where I won’t be on call for everyone that wants to know what their future holds for them. I want to be loved by a man that will burn the world for me, that will love me with all his being, a man that I can love fully without any doubts. I shake my head in sadness, it’s no use thinking about silly dreams like that. My future has been agreed, and the man that I am soon getting married to only cares about the money I can make him and not how happy he can make me.
I know it’s all a pipe dream but how wonderful would it be if life was like that. Sighing I make my way outside, I was going to take a nap but my head is pounding and the only thing that will help me relax is nature. When I am feeling depressed and drained, I take myself off to the woods, just being away from people and together with nature is reviving to my soul.
HALDOR 2
“What the fuck is this place?” Eirik mutters as he comes to stand next to me to my right.
“Looks like a Gypsy camp site.” Garth says as he stands on my opposite side. It has been three years since we first started looking for everyone involved in the capture of various women which brought around the death of my sister. The thought of her has my hands clenching in anger, the fury that engulfs me every time I think of her life being cut short because of some preconceived hatred from the Keres.
Since the day of my sister’s death that the Cape Town Elementals MC have dedicated all their extra time in finding the people responsible for what happened to her and to so many other women. I am tired, tired of the hate that courses through my veins, tired of the overwhelming feeling of rage that engulfs me, and the constant fight to stay sane in the violent world of treachery and hate.
The only thing that keeps me going is revenge on all those that had a hand in her death, today we got a tip on the doctor that experimented on all the women, the main culprit of so much pain that they all experienced for the man’s own curiosity, the man’s evil mechanisms.
We followed the car that was reported that the man driving was identified as Doctor Voster, the doctor that was known as the man responsible for the torture on hundreds of women throughout the years.
“We need to be sure it’s him before we grab him.” Garth states as he places a hand on my shoulder squeezing it in understanding. All the elementals have been more than supporting, I could never have made it without all of them. My brothers have stood by my side through bouts of complete blinding rage that left me drained of all will. They know that I will be blind to everything and everyone if we confirm that the fucker in the Gypsy camp is the doctor.
All I want is to place my hands around his neck and squeeze slowly, very slowly until I see the life draining from his eyes. I tense as I see the car door opening and then the man is stepping out, it is difficult to identify him from this angle and he is keeping his head down as he makes his way towards one of the caravans, he stands outside speaking to one of the men for a couple of minutes before the man disappears inside. A minute later he is back outside inclining his head towards the caravan.
The man steps inside and disappears, “we can’t see his fucking face from here” I mutter.
“I think we should separate; one stays here and finds out how the gypsies are involved, and the other two follow the car.” Eirik suggests as he turns to face the two of us. I tense knowing that they will not want me to follow the car in case I attack the fucker if we recognize him as the doctor.
“You know I want to follow him,” I state
“And you know that you are better to stay here and see how the campsite connects to him, if it is him.” Garth suggests, “you will get your chance brother, if we do identify him, you will be right there to look into his eyes before he takes his last breath.” I grunt in anger, but know that they will not compromise in their decision. Tor has made sure that I am never alone, he has made sure that I will not go rogue.
As an elemental it is very easy to turn, to lose all the light and fill our being in darkness. If we don’t find our mate we are lost and even though we now have a way of stopping elementals from turning into darkness, into Keres, beings that are filled with darkness with so much hatred that they don’t see the light in anything. We can also bring the Keres back from darkness into the light if they turned too soon and haven’t found their mates yet. We have tried to find as many Keres as we can to turn them back into elementals, to turn them back into the light, but for that there has to be the promise of finding their mate, the possibility of their other half out there.
I have been surviving for two hundred and thirty-six years, it has been such a long time dreaming of finding that one person that I would feel complete, feeling at peace, but after such a long time I have lost all hope. The only way of not turning into a Keres is dying, once we have found all responsible for the capture of all the women we found, and for the death of my sister and others, then I will put an end to my constant hell.
“He is coming out,” Garth says which brings my attention back to the moment, turning in the direction of the camp I follow the man’s steps back to the car, not once does he look up, not once does he give us a glimpse of his features.
“You stay here brother and try and find out if there is anything that connects the Keres to them,” Eirik says as he makes his way towards his Harley, Garth right behind him. Turning back towards the camp I notice an older man standing outside the Caravan the guy just walked out of, he is looking inside and talking. I need to get closer, being all the way out here doesn’t allow for me to hear their conversation or who is in that caravan that he was visiting. I try to see who is inside but as I approach the man turns and leaves, the caravan door is shut leaving me frustrated with questions.
