The Emergence Of The Wolf - Completed

11. Rebecca

She waved for me to come in.

“Are you new? I have not seen you before,” she asked.

I nodded.

“What do you need in my room?” she seemed curious, but the guy looked slightly annoyed.

I tried to gesture by waving my hand on the floor, pretending to clean the toilet, and pointing to my cleaning supplies.

“My father must have turned off your voice,” she giggled. “I think I heard about you. Are you the girl he found outside of the Agora?”

I nodded. Why was she so giddy?

She smelled terrible, as was the rest of the house, but there was another faint smell, reminding me of home. Maybe it was coming from the guy?

She clapped her hands. "This will be fun! You don't need to do anything in my room. As you can see, I am busy. Come back in an hour," she looked at the guy again. "Actually, in two hours I will have something for you."

I left the room, surprised by her behavior. If I am truly a werewolf and she was sucking the blood out of the guy, she must be a vampire. So “the Masters” are vampires. Suddenly, everything made sense. They must be able to put people in a trance so they can do anything for them. The guy in her room had no collar. Is he human? Was he under their influence? It didn’t look like it. It seemed they could not put me in a trance so far. Maybe they did, but I didn’t know. Was I under their influence right now? I didn’t think so. I was hoping I was not. I knew I was not. Maybe they could not do this to werewolves? Am I a werewolf? My head was spinning.

Luckily, I found all the rest of the bathrooms empty and could continue cleaning uninterrupted while still pondering on what I had just seen and heard.

I knocked on her door again. “So soon, come in,” she said. The guy was still there. They both looked quite messy.

"So, what do you know about the Agora so far?" she asked, still sitting on his lap.

I touched my throat.

“Oh, that,” she pressed something on her wrist, and I felt a slight sting in my throat. I could not believe it. I cleared my throat.

“I... I can talk, I can talk, yes!!!” I was so ecstatic. I didn’t know what to do. What should I say? Oh, I so wished I could talk to someone I could trust. And here was this girl, the vampire.

“I stole the controller from my dad’s office, but don’t tell anyone, and I will turn your voice off before you leave my room. I don’t want to get in trouble. My name is Rebecca. What is yours? And you can sit in my chair. You don’t have to follow crazy rules with me.” Rebecca was talking fast. She also had a genuine smile as a kid who got into the candy jar while her parents were not looking.

I sat down on the chair where she was pointing. I felt the tension leaving my body.

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“My name is Sabrina.” I relaxed a little bit more. “I don’t know how to thank you. It was so infuriating not being able to say anything.”

“No worries! So, tell me everything! Did you grow up outside this prison island? Did you have friends, boyfriend, did you have a job or go to college?” She fired questions.

I nodded as I got used to it and, remembering my voice, replied: “Well, it’s all true. I was captured and brought here against my will. Can you tell me more about this island? Am I really a slave now, forever? “

“You didn’t answer me! Yes, it’s true. I am sorry, you are stuck here now. Did you have a boyfriend?” She asked.

"No, I didn't have a boyfriend," I said, frustrated. Is this all she could think about? I had other important things I wanted to ask her.

“Am I a werewolf? Are you a vampire? Is there any way I can escape?” I said the last sentence without thinking. Maybe it’s all a trap. She might be nice on the surface, but she is one of the Masters.

“Wow, you have a lot of questions,” she said. "Unfortunately for you, you are a werewolf, which means you are a slave to our vampire family. I'm sorry."

Of course, I knew this already, but hearing it was hard. The disappointment must have reflected on my face.

She must have realized it was not fun and games for me, as her giddy expression disappeared.

“You are very lucky you didn’t get killed, though. And you are fortunate that you experienced freedom, at least for some of your life, and were not always stuck here, like me!” Now she looked upset about something. Was she jealous of me?

I looked at her, surprised. I certainly didn’t feel lucky! She must have realized what I was thinking.

“I am sorry. I know it’s tough, though, to lose everything. Except for a few that help run certain businesses, the werewolves here have nothing. They are prohibited from writing and reading. They have to do as they are told by the Masters. My family is one of the Master’s families on the island. It’s not my fault. It’s just the way it is.” She looked at a silver clock on her desk. I also saw her laptop and phone. Or if I could only get my hands on it. Although, who should I contact the police? I didn’t want to get my parents or Michele into trouble.

Rebecca saw me looking. “I would like to help you, but we should wait until you are not under anyone’s watchful eye anymore.”

All of a sudden, her door flew wide open. I immediately stood up, as I was worried Jessika had found me. A blond guy strolled in. He was about my age. His face was flawless and looked a lot like Rebecca’s. He carried himself like Mr. Jules. Maybe he is her brother. I saw Rebecca move her fingers and felt a pinch in my neck. I knew my voice was gone again. I felt so worthless. I wanted to cry, but I knew better than that.

“Isn’t it enough that you have a toyboy here,” he said, and now you are hanging out with help?" He lifted his eyebrows.

“Did you forget how to knock, Seth!” said Rebecca. “She was just here to clean.”

“Let me see,” he replied. He walked toward the boy sitting on the bed, who looked petrified.

Rebecca stood in his way. “Don’t you dare glamour him,” she replied angrily.

“Or what,” he replied, “will you run to Mom? How about I ask him why he spends so much time in your room?”

“I like to snack,” she said defensively. “Fine, what do you want here?” she waved me to leave the room.

I was stepping toward the door when Seth turned to me. His eyes were scanning me up and down.

“It’s forbidden!” Rebecca raised her voice again, watching him while he was staring at me.

“It’s also disgusting because she is basically an animal,” Seth suddenly chuckled. “Rebecca, what would you say about me fulfilling the prophecy?” he asked her casually.

Rebecca rolled her eyes, but I felt sweat on the palms of my hands. I knew he meant something horrible. I just was not sure what it was. I sensed that he was not just joking. His eyes were as cold as his father’s.

“Leave,” he told me this time.

I ran out as fast as I could.

I was running down the stairs when Jessika grabbed me.

“No running in the Masters’ house!” she told me strictly. “Did you finish all the bathrooms?”

I nodded.

“What about the one in the basement?” she asked.

I had an awful feeling about this, so I nodded.

“There is no bathroom in the basement. You will be punished for lying to me.” She took me by the hand, leading me through unfamiliar doors, down the stairs, and through another door. I knew we were in the basement.

The cages were everywhere, just like in the first cells, where guards tortured me when I had just arrived on the island. I felt dizzy.

“Should I leave you here until tonight or tomorrow?” Jessica was pondering. I shook my head vigorously.

She was almost happy opening the cage and forcing me into it. I was contemplating pushing her and running out of the cell and leaving the basement, but I was pretty sure that it would not end well for me. I had to escape this nightmare somehow, but I had to suck it up for now. Sadly, I went into the cage without a fight.

Suddenly, Jessika screamed in agony and fell to the floor.

“When did you become a master?” I heard a familiar voice.