the right direction.” Melanie smiled.
The grassy pathway was endless, nothing existing within the distance with the exception
of trees, night sky, and more trees. The strong vampire and werewolf presence forced
Thorne to stay alert. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw shadows move quickly
in different directions. Among the trees, yellow eyes peered at them as they drove.
“Alright Melanie, I can sense them, but where the hell does your clan live exactly?”
Thorne asked.
“Thorne, you aren't exactly a patient man, are you?” Melanie asked. “Keep driving
and you'll find out.”
As soon as Melanie completed her sentence, a blinding flash of light assaulted their
eyes. Eventually the grassy pathway turned into a large neighborhood of elegantly
crafted log cabin homes belonging to vampires and werewolves. Thorne looked on in
amazement as he shook his head, feeling as though he'd step through some type of
void.
“Melanie, what the hell just happened?” Thorne asked. “I'm not feeling too well.”
The man said, holding his hand to his head.
“Thorne, it's alright. This area is safely hidden away from those outside our clan.
Humans, vampires, nor werewolves can pick up on our location,” Melanie slowly explained.
“So, this is where vampires and werewolves coexist peacefully?” Thorne asked in
disbelief. “Come on Melanie, this is ridiculous. What is this, some type of witchcraft?”
Thorne asked, admiring how each cabin was nestled among trees. Surely this must
have helped vampires avoid extra sunlight slipping through the windows. The neighborhood
appeared to be out of some fantasy storybook.
“Be that as it may, don't let father here you say that. He has spent his entire
existence maintaining peace among vampires and werewolves. It has worked out well
over the centuries.” Melanie spoke proudly.
“Funny how just a few short hours ago, you were ready to run from your father Melanie.”
Thorne said.
“Well, perhaps I'm finally listening to my instincts Thorne. It drove me insane
to see you two arguing like little kids. I don't know, something just came over
me I guess. I'm feeling confused and emotional and I hate those feelings. I like
to be in control over my situation. Last night, I felt like I knew what I wanted,
needed…Now, I'm not so sure…of anything.” Melanie confessed.
“We've just entered the gate into our clan. You can't sense it because you aren't
from…well, there is a reason why that barrier is up, and mother can explain it to
you better than I can.” Melanie said hesitantly. “Also, I have reasons why I've
avoided my father. He was always so strict with me, and I just couldn't deal with
it. Mother has a better understanding of me, and I can relate to her more.”
“Now your father has me curious. I need to learn, to understand how the hell vampires
and werewolves exist in peace. It just doesn't seem natural Melanie.” Thorne said,
stroking the patch of hair within the cleft of his chin.
Don't worry Thorne, soon enough you will understand things. Now, this is my parents'
house Thorne.” Melanie said, pointing to an elegant large three-story log cabin
styled home, a myriad of large trees pushing it further into seclusion. In the driveway
sat a jeep and a sports car.
“Let me guess, the sports car is your father's, right?” Thorne mused.
“No, actually, the sports car belongs to my mother.” Melanie laughed.
The two got out of the car, and approached the door just in time for it to open.
The living room was large, and dimly lit. A hint of coffee, spice, and musk hung
heavily in the air, and the wooden walls were adorned with family pictures. Ming
vases were displayed proudly, along with a few items from the Victorian era. Thorne
felt as though he were stepping back in time to several different cultures.
“Well, it's about time you two finally got here!” Donovan snapped, urging the couple
to sit down on the sofa. “Natalie, they're here!” he called out. “Took