A Dance with Shadows
I was still recovering from shock at what Mr Varane said, (that an evil werewolf did) who would go at length to kill an innocent lady, was it to get back at Mr Varane? I was honestly sorry for poor old Mr Varane, sighing I grabbed a carton of milk from a shelve and poured it into a glass and drink, the creamy milk soothed my insides and my head became clearer, I went to the bedroom and grabbed my notepad, and I scribbled down,
Killed, raped
Unknown werewolf killer
I sighed and my eyes started to droop, I stared at what, I have written down and oddly enough, there was this feeling, like a sixth sense, gnawing at me that this was related to my parents dissaperance, of course the lawyer’s said my Dad and Mom died in a car accident but I knew this was not true, because after my parents left me that day I got a note which said I will never see my parents again, hours later the lawyers came and said my parents died in a car accident, I did not even remember seeing any bodies they buried but now hearing Mr Varane talk about his daughter’s murder, I just feel this was the way to investigate about my parents, my eyes finally refused to stay open and I fell asleep, of course, my memories came again as dreams.
“Mila dear won’t you go to see your aunt Brielle, she has some cool tricks ya know”
“Yes Mommy, can I have my milk now, I don’t even care who aunt Brielle is, all I want is my milk” Mila said, playing with her mother’s hair as her mother did her pinafore, her mother straightened and lead Mila to the table, she poured some milk into the cereal first then poured another into a glass.
“Yum Mommy, why is milk so good?” Mila yelled, grinning cheekily at her, her mother shrugged and ruffled Mila’s blond hair
“Milk is special from other drinks because it comes from living breathing mammals like humans, goats, cows” her mother explained
“Is that the only drink mammals can produce mom?” Mila asked, gulping down the last of her milk
“I……I think so” her mother replied.
“Really mom? What about pee?” Mila asked seriously.
“You can’t drink pee you know that, hon” her mom answered
“What about the white sticky stuff that males produce” Mila asked and her mother face reddened, how did hell she know that?, she was just twelve
“Who told you that?” Her mother said sternly and Mila raised a brow
“Chill mom, our Science teacher told us in class, mom do you know how it works?” Mila asked and her mom shook her head
“Stop lying mom, I know that white stuff made me, just tell me how you and Dad did it, please mom”
I woke to the sound of knocking and opened the door to see Dave with a parcel, he smiled when he saw me.
“Hi Mila, this is for you, sign here please” he said and I signed, he grinned again and winked at me,
“Hey Dave, what’s up? where Max” I asked, and Dave smiled
“He chasing rats at home, and I now have a bike” he pointed to a brand new red bike, “Can’t carry the stubborn dog in that” he explained
“Oh, you said this are for me?” I asked and he nodded,
“Gotta go now Mila, bye” he waved and I watch him climb his bike and drive off, I smiled and walked inside, I stared at the brown paper bag, breathing in I tore the seal and dug my hand into the bag, I brought out an envelope and opened, inside the envelope was a note and it read.
It’s your turn, I am coming
I stared at the note and fear washed over me, I am scared to hell of dying and now this. I grabbed my phone and dialed Mara number but it was redirecting to business call, who the hell was after me now, I have no money, this house was left to me by my parents, it’s funny, how I had no real home back then. After the disappearance of my parents the lawyer came and took me to a orphanage, telling me I was too young to handle the house, I was moved from the orphanage to various foster homes until I was of age and the lawyer found me, I wish I remembered the lawyer’s face, I like to thank him someday, but right now I got a lot of things to figure out, and I won’t rest till I get my answers, my phone buzzed and I stared at the screen, it was a message from Mr Varane, it read:
Stay indoors Mila, I got a bad feeling, same feeling I felt before my daughter died, I’ll see you tomorrow, watch your back always.
I stared at the message, confused, this death of Mr Varane daughter seems to be linked to my parents, if Mr Varane had a bad feeling that something was gonna happen minutes after I got the damned note, then I think it’s connected, if only I could get some clues and I got the feeling Mr Varane wasn’t telling me something, and I got the feeling if he told me, my life was gonna change. I picked up my phone and dialed the number that Mr Varane used to message me and he picked at the first ring.
“Hello Mila, miss me already?” He said chuckling and I laughed, but my mood changed immediately,
“You are right Mr Varane” I said
“How? The message?” He asked
“I got a note” I told him what the note said and I could hear his breathing get labored on the phone.
“I knew this would happen” he voice sounded so tired, “I am so sorry Mila, sorry I didn’t tell you” he accent made his voice deeper
“Mr Varane what are you talking about”
“I am your Lawyer, Mila” he dropped the bomb, and I nearly dropped my phone.
“What!” I yelled
“Yes Mila, I have been watching over you keeping you from danger, now I have contacted you, he knows and he is coming” He said.
“Wait who?” I asked,
“Holyshit, Dammit!” he yelled over the line
“Wait!” I yelled but the line went dead, and I sat wearily on my bed.
Mr Varane was my lawyer, was all I could comprehend.