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A family secret

The Darkling

Local Witch
Girl moving into the house of her deceased grandmother who lived in the countryside after she becomes broke and debt-burdened. Finds out that the old lady had been taking care of a half-animal boy who escaped a laboratory before.


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Name: Freyja Gotthard (Do forgive my constant use of one name)


Age: 21


Gender: femlae


Appearence:


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Personality: Your typical 21 year old, shes kind and loves to have fun with friends. But she is also very shy and timid around others she just met. She is a hopeless romantic and is quite the book worm. She likes to laugh and dance when shes alone.


Other; 
Freyja was driving up the old gravel driveway, the bumping making her groan impatiently, "Grandma could you not afford to make any of this pavement??" The long drive to the house was beautiful as it was deep into the woods. The drive had trees and wildlife on either side. She was in this part of the state only a few months earlier for her grandmothers funeral though it was not held at the house. In fact she never remembers visiting her house at all. So it came as a surprise when in her will she was given this estate and all her belongings inside it. When she finally reached the house it was littered with leaves and was going to take some work cleaning up.

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"Oh dear, look what the cat dragged in," a white hooded figure by window mumbled, an unscrupulous smile breaking the otherwise innocent features on his pale face, having peeked at the outside world between the cream-coloured curtains after he heard the sound of engine in the driveway. It was almost the middle of nowhere, being at the far end of the countryside, so figuring out who the stranger could be wasn't rocket science.


Gracefully stepping back, he retreated away from the window. There were only three rooms on the upper storey; one was his room, the other a guest room, and the third .. well, he hadn't stepped into the third room facing the stairway for quite a while now. In fact, it wasn't until the previous night that he returned to this farmhouse.


He had nowhere else to go. If the new landlord didn't intend on accepting that fact, then he wouldn't play nice either. His claws weren't just there as accessories. Decidedly, he stayed in his bed, contemplating if he should greet her (and risk scaring her off too early on). He decided that their meeting can wait for now. She had't even stepped foot inside yet!
 
(I shall post tomorrow for I am growing tired haha ill be awake around noonish most likely so ill see you then! Night)
 
Freyja turned the car off and hopped out. She looked the house up and down, "She had good taste in housing at least" She opened the trunk and pulled out her suit case, she wasnt staying forever. She was going to stay for awhile and see if she liked the house as a vacation spot. Dragging the suit case along the gravel she digs for her keys until she finds the house key. She blew some hair out of her face before unlocking the door and opening it, "Wow..well at least she kept the inside tidy.." She walked into the hallway and put her suitcase to the side as she moved into the living room.
 
Hearing the clutter downstairs only drove him into ready mode, an instinct programmed into his very DNA.


His left hand stretched out, he clutched at the handle of the knife he hid under the white pillow - feathers of pigeons he hunted - and gripped at the knob of the door with his right, turning it ever so cautiously so as to keep the creaking to minimal. He had never really gone out to the nearest town (which was not even remotely "near") since the death of his caretaker. Aside from oil, there were numerous other miscellaneous supplies the house direly needed.


Thankfully, unless said lass had ultra-sensitive hearing like him, she wouldn't quite notice his presence, yet.
 
Freyja looked around the living and found that it was pretty modern, "Well..she did always buy things on a whim.." She went to the kitchen to see what was in there and there was barely any fresh food left in the fridge. "At least the kitchen ware is all pretty nice.." She grabbed a cup from one of the cupboards and filled it with some water in the sink. She walked back into the living room and sat on the couch drinking half the cup of water and setting it down next to her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Her head was throbbing slightly from the long ride there and in no time she would probably head to her new room.
 
(I forgot to mention this, but the house isn't wired with electricity stuff since it's too far away, being more costly than its nett worth. That okay with you? It'll be like one of those 1990's sort of farmhouse with pumped water supply and stone oven, aha.)
 
(ooohhss ok so like little tube TV's even if we had electricity xD Also there could be a way to give it electricity just gotta save teh monies up)
 
(Yeah, I was thinking of generator? I was actually raised in that sort of environment for a few years. xD My grandmother was too poor and we lived amidst the trees where, once in a while, you'd see a crocodile down the river people bathed at. Anyway, we get a .. diesel (?)-fuelled generator to power up electrical appliances once in a while. Like powering the icebox temporarily for a big meal for the next 2 days, or the get warm water when the weather is too cold for her. But since in this story, the grandmother passed away, he hadn't been grabbing enough supplies since the pension lady hadn't been providing him the moola.)
 
(That sounds great :) I lived like that once in awhile with m father when we would go camping so yea nights werent always the best xD )
 
He could hear a rumble underneath exactly where his room door was built over. With a dreaded look, he seethed. "Please don't let her meddle with the cauldron. I just finished boiling water not long ago."


Clearly, he wasn't up to tend to a scalded human girl or repeating the chore of heating water again if she's - God forbid - clumsy.


He shut the door with a soft thud. Now, the harder part: stepping down the stairs.
 
Freyja took her shoes off and sat them on the floor so she could pull her feet up on the couch. "I little relaxing wont hurt before I unpack" She rolled onto her side and stretched, her hair falling into her face. It was so quiet in the house, she wondered if she would get lonely here. Not like anyone would come and visit her.
 
(In which the co-author was riled up with impatience waiting for her partner's next post, then realises that she forgot she had the alert read but forgot to respond.)


Reaching midway of the stairs where he had to turn 270 degrees to get to the second flight of steps, he looked at the window that streamed sunlight into the interiors.


Without giving it much thought, he hopped up to the sill and emitted a sound akin to a grumpy male cat's grunt. His eyes squinted until creases formed on the edges of his eyelids; fuck if the sun wasn't mean today.


He dove down and landed with the performance of a world-class diving swimmer, into the lush green backyard. This was getting too easy. His thoughts led him to the front door, where he swung a hand over the plank to bolt the door close with a clunk. He had to lock her in so she doesn't escape.


That, he couldn't afford. If she fled into civilisation, it would be the end of him.


From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the living room window was still propped up from inside. He climbed in, fully aware that she would see his entrance. Confrontation was due.
 
(hahah I have done that often xD )


Freyja had been nodding off when she thought she heard something, she opened her eyes and looked around. But when she saw nothing she closed her eyes again, "Old houses.." She mumbled as she got comfy again. When she thought she heard another noise coming from the window she kept her eyes closed determined it was just the house, "Not scaring me away.."
 
It wasn't as if she was the only female - or human for that matter - he had seen before.


But she was definitely the first in years in his age range.





The moment he settled his eyes on her reclined figure on the furniture, he felt a sense of possession. Nevermind that he couldn't afford to have her leave, he didn't want her to.


But he had an important task in hand. He had boiled water to jar.


Curling his toes to flex the muscles a little, he made modest strides towards the kitchen, each step seemingly slower than the previous as if the floorboards begged him to stay put. He was finally in front of her now, in his (suddenly, he was uncomfortably conscious) simple white - smudged and imperfectly simple white - pants. His tail was stuck up, with the tip slightly bent horizontally, black. His skin was tan from working under the sun on most days. (The blistering, unforgiving sun that was out to burn his retinas just a moment ago.) A huge contrast against his pants.


He directed his slate violet eyes to her for a brief moment and looked ahead again, muscles tensed under the relaxed masquerade.


This was his home. He wouldn't let an outsider make him feel out of place.





Even if the mere sight of her breathing was quite, if he had to be honest, enticing. But hormones were annoying anyway so he'll discredit that charm of hers and be objective.
 
Freyja stretched once more and and was pretty happy with herself, she could stay her all by herself and be fine. When more noises came from the living room she again ignored them. But soon they were sounding much closer. And eventually this started to hit some nerves, it felt like someone was watching her and she felt like her skin was crawling. She pursed her lips and when she couldnt take the feeling anymore she opened her eyes, expecting to see nothing. But instead of nothing she saw a person and just that small glimpse was enough to scare her stiff. She screamed and sat up pressing herself against the couch unsure of where to go. She couldnt call for help obviously so maybe running?
 
His eyes widened into saucers as he shot a look at the girl, not sure if he should turn towards her.


"Uh." He started lamely before realising how stupid that sounded. Correcting his nerve, he stood up properly and turned his shoulders to her direction. With a practised calm demeanour, he blinked slowly.


"Hello there."
 
Freyja had her hand over her mouth and her hair was all over the place that she quickly sweeped it out of her face and looked at him with wide eyes. Her skirt was wrapped around her legs but she was still to stunned to fix it, "W-what are you doing in here? A-are a thief?" She was trying to calm her breathing down, she was trying not to panic at all! But she didnt know anyone was here. That and he looked so..strange.
 
"A cosplaying thief," he rolled his eyes before taking a step forward - to the kitchen. No need to startle the frazzled female further. Who knows what crazy thing she would do.


Not that he was worried.





"I live here." He tapped the crusty surface of the cauldron with a wooden spatula picked up from the sink. "This. Did you touch anything in the kitchen?"
 
Freyja tried to get up off the couch but stumbled and fell to her knees, "Ow.." She looked up to where he went and frowned, live here? How could he have lived here? Did her grandma know? She shook her head, "I only got myself some cold water.." She go up and inched her way to the wall where she pressed her back against it. The excitement of what just happened started to hit her, she became dizzy and things faded slightly.
 
(My page freezes every few seconds when I try to click on my Alerts. How aggravating, to say the least.)


He didn't even bother to spin around, his facial expression thus hidden from her (as well as her weakening state). But there was a thick tone of amusement in his voice. "From the tap? You drank directly from the tap?"
 
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(That does sound quite aggravating!)


Freyja closed her eyes, "Yes...is there something wrong with the tap?" She felt like she was going to faint. She had fainted before yes but mainly because of low blood pressure. She kept looking at the guy in the kitchen. "Can you..explain more to me? Why you are living in my grandmothers house and.." She couldnt finish the sentence.
 
Turning partially to her, he raised an eyebrow.


If you're going to question my looks, at least have the decency to finish your sentence, eesh.





"The tap," he jerked a thumb at it, "water supply comes from the well behind the house. It's pretty deep in, and I honestly don't think anyone in their right mind would bother cleaning it. I'm sure every now and then frogs take a dump in there or something."


He gauged for her reaction.
 
Freyja looked disgusted, yup this was it. She opened her mouth but the dizziness got to her and she collapsed on the floor. She was laying on her side and her skirt was splayed around her. This was definitely not what she planned on happening on her first day of vacation. Maybe when she woke up it would be a dream because she had really fallen asleep on the couch. And that boy..he seemed so normal at first but then she noticed the different things about him. He was cute looking but..what happened to him and why was he here?
 

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