~*In the Deep ~*Blue*~ of the Night*~ #2

Goodbyes and The Necklace

It was morning, by the time had I finished asking my parents all my questions and trying to beg with them for a way out. A few things that I found out were: I was going to Chico, California to live with my cousins for a while. How long? I do not know. The least they said was for a year. A YEAR!!!!! Can they even do that? I DO know, however, that I have to take high school there. For practically my whole life I’ve been home schooled on the Internet, and my Mom’s/Dad’s knowledge. This is going to be interesting. I also know that my cousins don’t know that my family is a werewolf family. Another reason they’re sending me there: So I will act normal around them.

I sighed, shifting on my bed to press my forehead against the cool glass of my bedroom window. The sky was clear and the sun was shining bright. It was in vain thoungh because it couldn‘t melt anything. We were just barely coming out of winter and the ice would still be hard for another month or so. I sighed AGAIN (I’m sighing a lot, I know. But what would YOU do?) and stared sadly out the window.

‘I really haven’t visited my cousins in a while so I guess it’ll be a bit of a good thing.’ I grimaced at my inward attempt at being positive.

This place was so beautiful, how could I leave? I know everybody in town, and they were like family. (Only a select few friends knew what my family was, and they kept it to themselves.)

I had already packed the few clothes that I’d be able to wear in California for the WINTER there. Summer and Spring clothes I would just have to buy in California. Compared to here (or anywhere south of the northern hemisphere for that matter!) that place is a desert. I flicked my dark-brown hair out of my eyes and groaned as I got off my bed and began to haul the half-filled suitcase outside of my bedroom.

We live in a log cabin. A two bedroom, two bathroom, and one living room/kitchen house (two-story). We have the biggest building in town, besides the bar down the street :P. I dropped my suitcase on the floor outside my room and headed downstairs. I was leaving in the morning and I had to say good-bye to everyone. My dad looked up from watching t.v. and my mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. I didn’t look at them, and they didn’t stop me, as I walked out the door.

It was a long day full of talking and mourning with my neighbors. I was going to miss all of them. A few children (Asura and Mayia if you must know ;D) gave mesome milk-chocolate(love it love it love it!) and a wooden inuit figure of a woman making bread. I saved the best for last, however, as I trudged up the wooden steps to Abedabun. And old Native American (with a Native American name ^_^) who I was very close with, who was also a werewolf. I opened the door without knocking. His home was practically my home. He was in every way my grandfather, except by blood.

“Ab?” I called him by his nickname.

A muffled voice came from the room over, “I’ll be there in a second.”

I went to the fridge and got out a bag of his homemade cookies. I have my own little space in there. I know that if he’ll let me eat it, it’s on the right side. Anything on the left, he wants. I sat down on his old buckskin chair and waited.

Soon he came out with a big smile on his face, “Raeshell! Eating my cookies again, I see. I have to go to the store twice a week because of you!” I rolled my eyes at his teasing expression and grinned despite my foul mood. Besides I would always help him make the cookies!

The smile disappeared asquickly as it had comethough as I sighed again, getting serious. He sat down on the couch across from me studying my expression.

“I have something to tell you.” I began. He just kept watching me. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning to go to California.” I murmured. There was no change in his expression.

He then simply said, “I know.”

I looked at him, shocked. “You do?” I asked frowning in confusion.

“Yes, your parents brought this solution to me and asked for my opinion.” he watched my expression turn to realization. He continued though, “ I told them to test you and if you failed then, sending you to California to be with your cousins would be the best thing.” his face held a slight trace of disapointment that I had failed.

So HE was the culprit!!!! “Why?” I practically wailed like the child that I wasn't, “I don’t want to go! I’ll stop hunting! I’ll stay a human for months!!!” I wasn’t mad at him at all. You know those people in your life who you JUST CAN’T GET MAD AT? Even if you want to? That’s Abadebun. I just got more frustrated at my parents instead .^_^.

Abedabun shook his head slowly, then moved from his place across from me to beside me. We were silent for a while until he said, staring off into space, “Do you know why ‘giving yourself to the wolf’ is so bad?”

“Because you lose control and turn evil or something. I DON’T KNOW.” I huffed. I really didn't know WHY it was so bad even though my parents have already explained it to me countless times.
He ignored my attitude and said, “You become a monster. You know all those corny werewolf and vampire movies that we would laugh at?”

“Yeah?”

“You become like THAT. You aren’t in control of your thoughts, or emotions. If you feel threatened, you won’t act like a normal wolf, which would either run or fight. You’re not a normal wolf. you’re a werewolf. Whichyou, of course,know...so anyways back to what I was saying:You would attack, no questions asked. Werewolves are a lot more violent then wolves if they give in to that side of them.”

I considered this, “So the cause to worry is: that I might hurt others?”

“Yes, but a lot more as well. If you meet a male wolf whose smell is seductive, you will simply him jump you. You won’t be able to think, to understand, like a human. It’ll all be pure, violent instinct. But if you are in control. You can run, fight, and reason”

We were quiet for a moment, just thinking our own thoughts. I sighed and leaned into him, he always had a comforting pine tree and a calming Indian pipe-smoke smell even though he never smoked, lol. He responded by putting his largearm over my shoulders. It's alwaysbeenfunny to me how he's a big man, but when he'sa wolf he's actually quite small (itcomes w/ age)

“I promise you with everything I’ve got: I won’t give into the wolf anymore.” I promised. If it meant THAT much to Ab (and my parents), then I could do it....I guess.

He chuckled, then he spoke softly down at me, “I’m glad to hear you say that. But your mom has wanted you to get out of this small secluded town for years. Plus, your cousins have wanted to see you for a while too, I hear”

“But I’ll be in a PUBLIC school. No friends, no anybody. Not to mention, it’s soooo hot there compared to here! My grey coatbe burned andbrown by the time I get back!” I complained. (If I ever GET BACK. Ugh.)

“Hmmm.” he said thoughtfully, then took his arm off of my shoulder and stood up. I watched him walk back into his bedroom, curiously. In a few moments he came back with something metallic in his hands. He sat back down and held out his hand for me to see.

It was a sliver necklace with a crescent moon that had stars sticking onto it, and a wolf head, howling in the middle. I gasped, and held out my hand. He let it slide like water between his fingers into mine. It was so beautiful! The silver chain and stars shimmered like crystal in my hands.

“It’s yours.” he bluntly stated. I looked up at him, but he waved a hand and said, “I’ve been wanting to give it to you for ages. Besides, you gave me one for my last birthday, remember?”

I had given him a silver necklace with a wolf biting onto a bar which was clasped to the chain. The wolf’s body ended in a silver claw. But it was nothing like this.

“Thank you Abb!” I grinned and hugged him, “It’s so….” I didn’t finish. He understood though.

“It’ll remind you of me. And remember…” he pointed his thick brown index finger at my heart, “That when times are at it’s toughest, that you must stay true to your parents, to me, and to yourself”

I smiled, but then he added with a laugh, “But mostly me.” I playfully punched him in the arm and he gave me a warm bear hug.