Chapter 5
Victor's eyes locked onto Pedro's, his voice low and serious. "Pedro, I need to ask you something. Are you aware that Marcel is no longer in his grave?"
Pedro's expression changed from somber to shocked. "What? No, I wasn't aware of that. How is that possible?"
Victor's eyes narrowed. "I don't know, but I think it's connected to what you just told me. You said Marcel was a supernatural being, right?"
Pedro nodded, still looking shocked. "Yes, I did. But I thought he was dead, Victor. I watched him die myself."
Victor's voice was low and thoughtful. "But if Marcel is a supernatural being, couldn't it be possible that he somehow came back to life? And if someone can come back to life, what else are they capable of? Being in two places at the same time, perhaps?"
Pedro's eyes widened as he considered Victor's words. "You're saying that Marcel could have been in two places at once? That he could have killed Elijah and still been in that battle with us?"
Victor nodded. "I'm saying it's possible. And if it is, then we're dealing with an enemy who is far more powerful and unpredictable than we ever could have imagined. But if he is out there I will find him and put an end to him."
Location: Unknown:
The room was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the flickering candles that cast eerie shadows on the walls. Five women stood in a circle, their faces hidden behind hoods, their black cloaks billowing around them like dark clouds. The only exception was the woman standing at the center of the circle, her red cloak a stark contrast to the others.
As they chanted in unison, their voices rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm, weaving a spell of darkness and foreboding. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a sixth woman slipped into the room, her black cloak fluttering behind her. She was the same figure Ella had seen lurking in the woods, the same person who had transformed into Ella to lure little Evelyn into the woods.
The woman approached the circle, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "I have returned," she announced, her voice low and husky. "And I have news."
The women parted to let her join the circle, their eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity. "Speak," the woman in the red cloak commanded, her voice dripping with malevolence.
The newcomer took a deep breath, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Marcel, the father, is not what he seems. He is not human, nor is he a complete werewolf. He has the power of the laetus within him, though it has been dormant for years."
The women exchanged glances, their faces hidden behind their hoods. "And the child?" the woman in the red cloak asked, her voice dripping with malice.
The newcomer's smile was like a crack in the darkness. "Ah, the child. She is a new creature, one with the potential to end the world when she unlocks her powers."
The women nodded in unison, their faces hidden behind their hoods. "Then it is settled," the woman in the red cloak declared. "We must eliminate the child before she unlocks her powers. But we must wait for the perfect moment to act."
The women nodded again, their eyes gleaming with an unholy light. As they dispersed, their black cloaks billowing behind them like dark clouds, the room seemed to grow even darker, as if the very shadows themselves were closing in.
Marcel's POV:
I walked into the factory, the familiar smell of molten metal and sweat greeting me like an old friend. I had only worked here for a few months but I had become much better at my job than people who have been doing it all their life. Though I am not really used to working like this I took pride in my work, and it showed.
As I made my way to my workstation, some of my fellow workers nodded at me in respect. "Hey, Marcel, good job on saving that girl from the fire," one of them said, clapping me on the back.
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. It had been a few days ago, but the memory of the fire and the girl's terrified face was still etched in my mind.
But as the day went on, I started to notice that not everyone was looking at me with admiration. There was a group of people who seemed to be watching me with suspicion, their eyes narrowed and their faces twisted in disgust.
I tried to ignore them, focusing on my work, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. And then, I started to hear the whispers.
At first, it was just a few hushed conversations, but as the day went on, the whispers grew louder and more frequent. I could hear them through my special hearing ability, and what I heard made my blood run cold.
"They say he's a demon," one of them whispered. "That he's not human."
"I heard he made a pact with the devil," another one said. "That's why he's so strong and fast."
I felt a surge of anger and frustration, but I tried to keep my cool. I knew that I couldn't let their rumors and superstitions get to me.
But as the day went on, even those who had praised me earlier started to look at me with fear and suspicion. It was as if they had been brainwashed into believing that I was something monstrous, something to be feared and reviled.
I knew that I had to get out of there, to escape the toxic atmosphere that was suffocating me. I clocked out early, citing a family emergency, and left the factory, feeling like I was walking away from a nightmare.
I walked out of the factory, my heart heavy with a sense of foreboding. I had feared this day would come, the day when people would start to suspect that I wasn't like them. That I was something more.
As I approached the factory gate, I saw a group of workers blocking my way. There were more than 20 of them, their faces twisted with anger and fear.
"Hey, Marcel," one of them spat. "We know what you are. You're not one of us. You're a demon."
I felt a surge of adrenaline as I sized up the situation. I knew I could take them down if I had to, but I didn't want to hurt anyone. I just wanted to live my life in peace.
"Only a demon can walk into fire without getting burned," another man sneered. "We know who you are, and we're going to send you to hell where you came from."
The group began to close in on me, their eyes blazing with hatred. I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to avoid a fight. But as I looked around, I realized that I was surrounded. There was no way out.
Just as the group of men was about to pounce on me, our top supervisor, Mr. Jenkins, appeared out of nowhere, his voice booming across the yard. "What's going on here? What's all the commotion about?"
The men turned to him, their faces twisted with anger and fear. "Marcel's a demon, sir," one of them said. "He's not human. He walked into a fire and didn't get burned."
Mr. Jenkins looked at me, then back at the men, a skeptical expression on his face. "Foolish talk," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "Marcel's just a man, like the rest of us. He's been working here for months and I've never seen anything... unusual about him."
The men looked at each other, clearly unhappy with Mr. Jenkins' response. But they knew better than to argue with him, so they reluctantly parted to let me through.
As I walked away from the factory, I knew that I wouldn't be coming back. The confrontation with my coworkers had been a close call, and I couldn't risk exposing myself or my family to any more danger.
But my worry wasn't for myself. I was a powerful werewolf, capable of defending myself against any threat. My concern was for Ella and Evelyn, for their safety and well-being.
I quickened my pace, my mind racing with thoughts of how to protect them. I had always known that living in a small town as a supernatural creature came with risks, but I had never expected things to escalate so quickly.
As I walked, I could feel my senses on high alert, my werewolf instincts warning me of potential dangers lurking in the shadows. But I wasn't afraid. I was a protector, a guardian, and I would do whatever it took to keep my family safe.
I would talk to Ella, and we would come up with a plan to leave town, to find a new place to live where we could be safe. I would do whatever it took to protect them, to keep them from harm.
My heart was pounding in my chest, but it wasn't with fear. It was with determination, with a fierce resolve to defend my family against all threats. I was a werewolf, a powerful and fierce creature, and I would not let anyone harm those I loved.