Danger lurks in unexpected places
Ghosts of Christmas past... What is it about the day after Christmas that causes some folks to go through a swift personality change? I'm not referring to the blues, depression, or things of that nature that commonly come upon some after the holiday. I'm talking about a startling change where one who appeared warm and caring and considerate of others abruptly becomes cool and distant; unreachable. Know someone like that?
Hello, my name is Whitney and I'm pleased to be here with you. Like many of you, I'm an Outsider. At Dream Teller's request I'll speak to you about what it is like to suddenly wake up one day and find that life has done a complete 360 degree turn such that one doesn't realize what has taken place and doesn't know where to go or what to do. That is the best way I know how to describe what happened to me two years ago.
At the time I was nineteen years old and a happy, carefree college freshman living away from home for the first time. I'm the youngest of five siblings from a close knit family and I thought at that time the world was at my feet. I grew up with strong Christian values and my parents had prepared me for all those usual things a girl should look out for when on her own; or so we all thought.
At the end of my first week away I was comfortably established in my own apartment close to school and going through that first week of settling into classes, and meeting the new people who would become part of my new world. At the outset I met several people, both males and females, who were part of a group of various ages that hung together. I was pleased and excited to be taken among them, as a friend. They were fun and seemed so nice since they showed me around school, told me which of my professors were good teachers, and not, took me around town and pointed out places to go and not to go, and things of that nature. I fell right in with them and soon felt quite the adult who was capable of making informed decisions that were best for me. Suffice it to say that this sheltered little girl didn't have a clue what she was getting into.
First, they gave new meaning to the phrase, 'party animals', and while I was nervous about that I just considered it was part of adult life which I'd never experienced. My concession was to remember to keep one foot on solid ground while I sampled a taste of freedom to do things I'd never been introduced to. The footing got shaky pretty fast. But I was keeping my grades up and thought I was doing well at keeping to my values while I played along with my friends. As Halloween approached I was caught up in the feverish making of plans for the party of all parties (our group had nothing to do with school sororities and such) to be held at a friend's home. Needless to say I ignored subtle misgivings I was having and when the big night arrived I donned the modern Witch's costume (I looked up Witch's sites on the internet to learn what was appropriate) I'd made and stepped out to join the fun.
That evening I met a very attractive man who turned out to be very interested in me. He was obviously older than me; well past my youth, but I was starry-eyed at finding myself his sudden attraction. As the party swelled with guests I'd no idea would be there, much to my relief he steered me clear of the heavy drinking and drug use going on. We spent the entire evening talking and getting to know one another as we moved about finding places apart from the others; unoccupied corners, the porch, and so on. Things really revved up around 11:00 p. m. To the point that they were getting out of hand and when he told me I was too nice a girl to be amidst those sorts and he asked me to go somewhere quiet for coffee I jumped at the offer. Still believing I was handling myself and the situation well, and remembering my parent's cautions, I didn't leave with him but drove myself to our destination. Smart, huh? Wrong. That was when my life began taking a different direction without me being aware that it was happening.
Call it the Witch's night or whatever else Halloween represents but I was too caught up in him and his sophisticated ways to recognize the odd vibes he gave off were signals that I wasn't dealing with an ordinary individual. He'd come to the party dressed all in black and when I asked him what he was supposed to be he told me he was a Warlock. I thought that was so cool being that I had chosen to represent a Witch. We met at the coffee shop where we talked well into the next morning. Of course the conversation went from the ordinary to the extraordinary and I was surprised at how much he seemed to know about real Witches, as well as other Beings outside my realm of knowledge, and eager to listen to all he had to impart. By the time he suggested I should go home and get some rest, my head was swimming with all that information. He gallantly followed me to make sure I got to my apartment safely, walked me to the door, and left me with a chaste kiss on the brow and the promise that we would meet again. I was smitten and could hardly contain my joy at the idea of a real date with him.
My dreams that night were of him and all he'd told me. I didn't hear from him for nearly a week and just when I was beginning to think I'd imagined his personal interest in me and was feeling rather sad, he phoned to tell me he'd been called out of state. We didn't talk long but he warned me against hanging around with my friends and urged me to be cautious of things they would pressure me to do and places they would want me to go with them. I would have agreed to anything once he promised he'd see me on his return. Two weeks passed without hearing from him and as the next week began I'd convinced myself he'd been toying with me. I went back to seeing my friends and falling in with their plans. I'm ashamed to say I was foolish enough to follow wherever they led and by Thanksgiving I was caught up in the whirl of role-playing and going to places I shouldn't have gone.
One of many such places was a bar where everyone pretended to be Vampyres. I thought it a hoot, for even though he'd told me such Beings existed, I quit believing it, as I'd begun to believe the night he'd told me of them; a huge mistake on my part. There, I met a dazzlingly handsome man and since I was feeling let down by the other, I was literally and figuratively swept off my feet by the second admirer. We began dating and much to my middle-class values I was swept away by the high class places he took me, the expensive cars he drove, and the wealth and privilege surrounding us at every turn. People seemed to fall under his spell and treated him like royalty. He catered to me as if I was the only woman in the entire universe and I sucked it up with the fine wine, thinking I'd met the man of my dreams. He, too, gave off strange vibes but I was immune to them at that point and so didn't see what was coming.
My first admirer called on several occasions but I refused to return the messages he left on my answering machine. I was too happy to bother with a man who would only (I thought) deign to call at his convenience. I'd no idea I was changing from a sensible, caring person into a cool, aloof person who hadn't the time of day for anyone but my man and I even dodged calls from my family. He loved that I put him above all others so you can imagine my complete surprise when the holiday season rolled around and he encouraged me to go home, as planned, to be with my family. I was a bit put out that he didn't want to spend Christmas with me until he suggested he'd like to meet the parents who'd produced "my beautiful Whitney" (his words) and the rest of my family. I was on cloud nine for I just knew what was behind his suggestion.
I did go home and when I told my family about him they could see what he meant to me, and they were eager to meet him. He called me every night for two weeks then the night rolled round (Christmas Eve) when he was due. I'd no idea my family were puzzled by the change in me and they kept it to themselves, thinking it had everything to do with the privileged circles I'd been moving in. And while they weren't altogether pleased with my new cool, sophisticated image I would later learn from my oldest brother that they figured the 'baby' would soon settle down and return to being herself.
Jacob arrived right on time and he and my family seemed to get along fine, except for he and my sister closest to my age. She was instantly suspicious of him and though he behaved like a gentleman, I knew he deliberately antagonized her in subtle ways. When we managed a moment alone, my sister accused him of being too slick, too underhanded, and said he was too old for me. We wound up in a quiet but heated argument and I accused her of being jealous of my good fortune, which drove a wedge between two sisters who'd never fought before.
I spent Christmas day at home and when Jacob arrived that evening we visited awhile then he proposed that I leave with him and go to meet his family, two hours away. My family wasn't happy to see me go so soon but when my brothers and sisters put up a fuss, my parents intervened and said I was a grown woman and could make my own decisions. We left with me not knowing it would be the last time I would see any of my family alive. Long story made shorter, when we arrived at the mansion that looked like something straight out of the gothic era I discovered he had no family in residence (learned soon after that he had no family at all). He charmed me and told me he felt uncomfortable at my family home because of my sister, whom he said had gotten him alone and attempted to put the make on him. That pretty much sealed the deal for me and I wasn' t angry for the deception but thrilled he'd brought me to one of his homes to be alone with me (we'd never been completely alone before).
I never thought to question the many things that gnawed at the edge of my brain from the time I'd met him, like why a man of his station was hanging out in a bar of the caliber where I'd met him, why he never met me except after dark, and of late, how he happened to conveniently have a home near mine. I believed myself in love and those things and more were far from important to me. He did everything right when it came to pulling the wool over my eyes, even to dropping to one knee and producing a beautiful ring while he asked me to marry him. Why didn't the warning bells go off? I don't know but they didn't. I eagerly accepted and when he did the gentlemanly thing and told me he'd best put me up in a motel because he was so madly in love with me he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me, I did the 'I'm so in love I'm stupid with it' thing and declined the offer. I was so far gone I didn't want him to keep his hands off me, which I told him and which of course brought a wonderful smile to his handsome face.
Ever heard that God takes care of kids and fools? Well, the good Lord was dealing with one who happened to be both a kid and a fool. Jacob escorted me to a beautiful suite and left me to change into the 'gift' he just happened to have left in the bathroom for me (in case I stayed). I'd just opened the lovely gift box and was admiring the exquisite French silk gown when I got the first real shock of the night. A voice whispered to me out of nowhere, one that seemed familiar, and told me I was in terrible danger. It took me a moment to get over that and once I looked around and assured myself I was alone, it dawned on me who the voice sounded like. Then it came again and told me to hide very quickly and not come out no matter what I heard. I felt the hair raise at my nape and a chill raced up and down my spine as I recognized the voice of my first admirer. I don't know what made me believe him, instinct I think, and I ran from the bathroom into the bedroom and began frantically searching for a hiding place. I was still searching when all hell broke loose a floor below.
I can't begin to describe the horrible noises I heard; like an animal growling and screeching, but not one of this world. I simply froze there on my hands and knees between the wall and the bed. I don't know when I crawled under the bed or how long I lay there huddled up, crying and listening to the terrible racket that seemed to permeate every square inch of that huge house, but it seemed to go on forever. I do know that dawn was breaking when I heard footsteps cautiously approaching the bed and I began praying to God that whatever had come to take me would do so, quickly. As silence fell, nineteen years passed before my eyes and then I was wishing I was safe at home with my beloved family. I heard those footsteps again and a strange calm, resignation I guess, came over me as I saw the toes of a pair of black boots come to stop in front of my eyes. I knew then I'd been found and conscious thought deserted me.
When I awoke again it was dark and I was strapped into the front seat of a moving vehicle. Dazed and confused, it took me several minutes to come to the realization that not only was I alive, I was not with Jacob but being spirited through the night by my first admirer, Theiron Dupre. Yes, the same Warlock who visited with you here on Christmas Eve. I was terrified beyond imagination; wondering what had gone on back at that house, what the man at the steering wheel really was, and what had happened to Jacob. As I was a captive audience I kept my mouth shut and prayed every prayer I'd ever learned, and even made up a few for good measure. We didn't speak for over and hour, until I realized we were within a half hour of my parents' home.
That was when Theiron began talking in a quiet, soothing voice while he continued driving. He is a man who doesn't waste words and I learned in short order what Jacob was, an honest- to-God Vampyre, and what his intent had been. Theiron had been hunting him for three years, following the trail of young women's bodies Jacob had left in his wake. The night I met Theiron he'd come to the Halloween party thinking Jacob might show up, as it was a perfect opportunity for him to find his next toy; someone like me. As it turned out, Jacob made his move on a sorority party and Theiron took me for coffee where he tried to warn me away from such gatherings. All that time I'd thought he couldn't be bothered with me, Theiron was trying to locate Jacob after another girl turned up dead. He truly did leave town and then the state, following the false trail Jacob laid for him and when he returned to discover I was gone and that I'd been in Jacob's company for several weeks, Theiron followed our trail. He missed us by only an hour but what he found let him know my time was nearly up.
As gently as he could he told me that my entire family had been murdered and that he was taking me home to meet with the police who were still there. I will never forget how numb I felt when we drove up to that bizarre sight of several police cars lining the road and men in uniform prowling around my family home. The house sits on five acres surrounded by woods and the nearest neighbor is approximately a mile away so no one heard what went on. Theiron had coached me on what to say; to keep to the exact version of what had transpired at Christmas, except with him in place of Jacob. I was too grief-stricken and terrified to understand why and he told me that the police wouldn't believe me if I told them I'd brought a Vampyre into my family home; one that I couldn't produce since Theiron had disposed of him.
Two years hasn't dimmed the pain of my loss but Theiron has helped me get past the feelings of guilt I had that I caused my family's horrible deaths. I had no way of knowing what Jacob was or that he would send in his underlings to rid me of the family that would have put out a description of him; an image he'd cultivated for his evil purposes, when I disappeared. The worst of it is knowing that Theiron had to take it upon himself to make certain that none of my family had been 'turned' before he left the scene to search for me. I saw the carnage and I will never forget there are monsters in this world that few can believe exist. Perhaps this all sounds like a ridiculous, outlandish tale to you but I assure you it is reality. I know because I'm living proof and if it hadn't been for a wonderful man whose business it is to hunt those monsters down and protect the innocent, I wouldn't be sitting at this keyboard putting my story into words for you.
As the Fates would have it, something good came to me out of that horror. I'm happily engaged to my first admirer; a wonderful man who happens to be Warlock. Theiron has suffered his own tragedies, lost a wife and young son, but that is his story to tell, or not. I will be twenty-two to his thirty-five this spring, a week before I graduate university. A week later we will hand fast and celebrate in the way of the Witch and the following morning we will marry in my faith which is Baptist then we're off on our honeymoon to a location he has kept secret from me. But knowing him as I do, I'm certain it will be a special, romantic place where we can be alone, just the two of us, and I can hardly wait.
I hope my story hasn't been too long and that I've given you food for thought; especially young women on their own who think they can take care of themselves. Be safe, Whitney.
Hello, my name is Whitney and I'm pleased to be here with you. Like many of you, I'm an Outsider. At Dream Teller's request I'll speak to you about what it is like to suddenly wake up one day and find that life has done a complete 360 degree turn such that one doesn't realize what has taken place and doesn't know where to go or what to do. That is the best way I know how to describe what happened to me two years ago.
At the time I was nineteen years old and a happy, carefree college freshman living away from home for the first time. I'm the youngest of five siblings from a close knit family and I thought at that time the world was at my feet. I grew up with strong Christian values and my parents had prepared me for all those usual things a girl should look out for when on her own; or so we all thought.
At the end of my first week away I was comfortably established in my own apartment close to school and going through that first week of settling into classes, and meeting the new people who would become part of my new world. At the outset I met several people, both males and females, who were part of a group of various ages that hung together. I was pleased and excited to be taken among them, as a friend. They were fun and seemed so nice since they showed me around school, told me which of my professors were good teachers, and not, took me around town and pointed out places to go and not to go, and things of that nature. I fell right in with them and soon felt quite the adult who was capable of making informed decisions that were best for me. Suffice it to say that this sheltered little girl didn't have a clue what she was getting into.
First, they gave new meaning to the phrase, 'party animals', and while I was nervous about that I just considered it was part of adult life which I'd never experienced. My concession was to remember to keep one foot on solid ground while I sampled a taste of freedom to do things I'd never been introduced to. The footing got shaky pretty fast. But I was keeping my grades up and thought I was doing well at keeping to my values while I played along with my friends. As Halloween approached I was caught up in the feverish making of plans for the party of all parties (our group had nothing to do with school sororities and such) to be held at a friend's home. Needless to say I ignored subtle misgivings I was having and when the big night arrived I donned the modern Witch's costume (I looked up Witch's sites on the internet to learn what was appropriate) I'd made and stepped out to join the fun.
That evening I met a very attractive man who turned out to be very interested in me. He was obviously older than me; well past my youth, but I was starry-eyed at finding myself his sudden attraction. As the party swelled with guests I'd no idea would be there, much to my relief he steered me clear of the heavy drinking and drug use going on. We spent the entire evening talking and getting to know one another as we moved about finding places apart from the others; unoccupied corners, the porch, and so on. Things really revved up around 11:00 p. m. To the point that they were getting out of hand and when he told me I was too nice a girl to be amidst those sorts and he asked me to go somewhere quiet for coffee I jumped at the offer. Still believing I was handling myself and the situation well, and remembering my parent's cautions, I didn't leave with him but drove myself to our destination. Smart, huh? Wrong. That was when my life began taking a different direction without me being aware that it was happening.
Call it the Witch's night or whatever else Halloween represents but I was too caught up in him and his sophisticated ways to recognize the odd vibes he gave off were signals that I wasn't dealing with an ordinary individual. He'd come to the party dressed all in black and when I asked him what he was supposed to be he told me he was a Warlock. I thought that was so cool being that I had chosen to represent a Witch. We met at the coffee shop where we talked well into the next morning. Of course the conversation went from the ordinary to the extraordinary and I was surprised at how much he seemed to know about real Witches, as well as other Beings outside my realm of knowledge, and eager to listen to all he had to impart. By the time he suggested I should go home and get some rest, my head was swimming with all that information. He gallantly followed me to make sure I got to my apartment safely, walked me to the door, and left me with a chaste kiss on the brow and the promise that we would meet again. I was smitten and could hardly contain my joy at the idea of a real date with him.
My dreams that night were of him and all he'd told me. I didn't hear from him for nearly a week and just when I was beginning to think I'd imagined his personal interest in me and was feeling rather sad, he phoned to tell me he'd been called out of state. We didn't talk long but he warned me against hanging around with my friends and urged me to be cautious of things they would pressure me to do and places they would want me to go with them. I would have agreed to anything once he promised he'd see me on his return. Two weeks passed without hearing from him and as the next week began I'd convinced myself he'd been toying with me. I went back to seeing my friends and falling in with their plans. I'm ashamed to say I was foolish enough to follow wherever they led and by Thanksgiving I was caught up in the whirl of role-playing and going to places I shouldn't have gone.
One of many such places was a bar where everyone pretended to be Vampyres. I thought it a hoot, for even though he'd told me such Beings existed, I quit believing it, as I'd begun to believe the night he'd told me of them; a huge mistake on my part. There, I met a dazzlingly handsome man and since I was feeling let down by the other, I was literally and figuratively swept off my feet by the second admirer. We began dating and much to my middle-class values I was swept away by the high class places he took me, the expensive cars he drove, and the wealth and privilege surrounding us at every turn. People seemed to fall under his spell and treated him like royalty. He catered to me as if I was the only woman in the entire universe and I sucked it up with the fine wine, thinking I'd met the man of my dreams. He, too, gave off strange vibes but I was immune to them at that point and so didn't see what was coming.
My first admirer called on several occasions but I refused to return the messages he left on my answering machine. I was too happy to bother with a man who would only (I thought) deign to call at his convenience. I'd no idea I was changing from a sensible, caring person into a cool, aloof person who hadn't the time of day for anyone but my man and I even dodged calls from my family. He loved that I put him above all others so you can imagine my complete surprise when the holiday season rolled around and he encouraged me to go home, as planned, to be with my family. I was a bit put out that he didn't want to spend Christmas with me until he suggested he'd like to meet the parents who'd produced "my beautiful Whitney" (his words) and the rest of my family. I was on cloud nine for I just knew what was behind his suggestion.
I did go home and when I told my family about him they could see what he meant to me, and they were eager to meet him. He called me every night for two weeks then the night rolled round (Christmas Eve) when he was due. I'd no idea my family were puzzled by the change in me and they kept it to themselves, thinking it had everything to do with the privileged circles I'd been moving in. And while they weren't altogether pleased with my new cool, sophisticated image I would later learn from my oldest brother that they figured the 'baby' would soon settle down and return to being herself.
Jacob arrived right on time and he and my family seemed to get along fine, except for he and my sister closest to my age. She was instantly suspicious of him and though he behaved like a gentleman, I knew he deliberately antagonized her in subtle ways. When we managed a moment alone, my sister accused him of being too slick, too underhanded, and said he was too old for me. We wound up in a quiet but heated argument and I accused her of being jealous of my good fortune, which drove a wedge between two sisters who'd never fought before.
I spent Christmas day at home and when Jacob arrived that evening we visited awhile then he proposed that I leave with him and go to meet his family, two hours away. My family wasn't happy to see me go so soon but when my brothers and sisters put up a fuss, my parents intervened and said I was a grown woman and could make my own decisions. We left with me not knowing it would be the last time I would see any of my family alive. Long story made shorter, when we arrived at the mansion that looked like something straight out of the gothic era I discovered he had no family in residence (learned soon after that he had no family at all). He charmed me and told me he felt uncomfortable at my family home because of my sister, whom he said had gotten him alone and attempted to put the make on him. That pretty much sealed the deal for me and I wasn' t angry for the deception but thrilled he'd brought me to one of his homes to be alone with me (we'd never been completely alone before).
I never thought to question the many things that gnawed at the edge of my brain from the time I'd met him, like why a man of his station was hanging out in a bar of the caliber where I'd met him, why he never met me except after dark, and of late, how he happened to conveniently have a home near mine. I believed myself in love and those things and more were far from important to me. He did everything right when it came to pulling the wool over my eyes, even to dropping to one knee and producing a beautiful ring while he asked me to marry him. Why didn't the warning bells go off? I don't know but they didn't. I eagerly accepted and when he did the gentlemanly thing and told me he'd best put me up in a motel because he was so madly in love with me he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me, I did the 'I'm so in love I'm stupid with it' thing and declined the offer. I was so far gone I didn't want him to keep his hands off me, which I told him and which of course brought a wonderful smile to his handsome face.
Ever heard that God takes care of kids and fools? Well, the good Lord was dealing with one who happened to be both a kid and a fool. Jacob escorted me to a beautiful suite and left me to change into the 'gift' he just happened to have left in the bathroom for me (in case I stayed). I'd just opened the lovely gift box and was admiring the exquisite French silk gown when I got the first real shock of the night. A voice whispered to me out of nowhere, one that seemed familiar, and told me I was in terrible danger. It took me a moment to get over that and once I looked around and assured myself I was alone, it dawned on me who the voice sounded like. Then it came again and told me to hide very quickly and not come out no matter what I heard. I felt the hair raise at my nape and a chill raced up and down my spine as I recognized the voice of my first admirer. I don't know what made me believe him, instinct I think, and I ran from the bathroom into the bedroom and began frantically searching for a hiding place. I was still searching when all hell broke loose a floor below.
I can't begin to describe the horrible noises I heard; like an animal growling and screeching, but not one of this world. I simply froze there on my hands and knees between the wall and the bed. I don't know when I crawled under the bed or how long I lay there huddled up, crying and listening to the terrible racket that seemed to permeate every square inch of that huge house, but it seemed to go on forever. I do know that dawn was breaking when I heard footsteps cautiously approaching the bed and I began praying to God that whatever had come to take me would do so, quickly. As silence fell, nineteen years passed before my eyes and then I was wishing I was safe at home with my beloved family. I heard those footsteps again and a strange calm, resignation I guess, came over me as I saw the toes of a pair of black boots come to stop in front of my eyes. I knew then I'd been found and conscious thought deserted me.
When I awoke again it was dark and I was strapped into the front seat of a moving vehicle. Dazed and confused, it took me several minutes to come to the realization that not only was I alive, I was not with Jacob but being spirited through the night by my first admirer, Theiron Dupre. Yes, the same Warlock who visited with you here on Christmas Eve. I was terrified beyond imagination; wondering what had gone on back at that house, what the man at the steering wheel really was, and what had happened to Jacob. As I was a captive audience I kept my mouth shut and prayed every prayer I'd ever learned, and even made up a few for good measure. We didn't speak for over and hour, until I realized we were within a half hour of my parents' home.
That was when Theiron began talking in a quiet, soothing voice while he continued driving. He is a man who doesn't waste words and I learned in short order what Jacob was, an honest- to-God Vampyre, and what his intent had been. Theiron had been hunting him for three years, following the trail of young women's bodies Jacob had left in his wake. The night I met Theiron he'd come to the Halloween party thinking Jacob might show up, as it was a perfect opportunity for him to find his next toy; someone like me. As it turned out, Jacob made his move on a sorority party and Theiron took me for coffee where he tried to warn me away from such gatherings. All that time I'd thought he couldn't be bothered with me, Theiron was trying to locate Jacob after another girl turned up dead. He truly did leave town and then the state, following the false trail Jacob laid for him and when he returned to discover I was gone and that I'd been in Jacob's company for several weeks, Theiron followed our trail. He missed us by only an hour but what he found let him know my time was nearly up.
As gently as he could he told me that my entire family had been murdered and that he was taking me home to meet with the police who were still there. I will never forget how numb I felt when we drove up to that bizarre sight of several police cars lining the road and men in uniform prowling around my family home. The house sits on five acres surrounded by woods and the nearest neighbor is approximately a mile away so no one heard what went on. Theiron had coached me on what to say; to keep to the exact version of what had transpired at Christmas, except with him in place of Jacob. I was too grief-stricken and terrified to understand why and he told me that the police wouldn't believe me if I told them I'd brought a Vampyre into my family home; one that I couldn't produce since Theiron had disposed of him.
Two years hasn't dimmed the pain of my loss but Theiron has helped me get past the feelings of guilt I had that I caused my family's horrible deaths. I had no way of knowing what Jacob was or that he would send in his underlings to rid me of the family that would have put out a description of him; an image he'd cultivated for his evil purposes, when I disappeared. The worst of it is knowing that Theiron had to take it upon himself to make certain that none of my family had been 'turned' before he left the scene to search for me. I saw the carnage and I will never forget there are monsters in this world that few can believe exist. Perhaps this all sounds like a ridiculous, outlandish tale to you but I assure you it is reality. I know because I'm living proof and if it hadn't been for a wonderful man whose business it is to hunt those monsters down and protect the innocent, I wouldn't be sitting at this keyboard putting my story into words for you.
As the Fates would have it, something good came to me out of that horror. I'm happily engaged to my first admirer; a wonderful man who happens to be Warlock. Theiron has suffered his own tragedies, lost a wife and young son, but that is his story to tell, or not. I will be twenty-two to his thirty-five this spring, a week before I graduate university. A week later we will hand fast and celebrate in the way of the Witch and the following morning we will marry in my faith which is Baptist then we're off on our honeymoon to a location he has kept secret from me. But knowing him as I do, I'm certain it will be a special, romantic place where we can be alone, just the two of us, and I can hardly wait.
I hope my story hasn't been too long and that I've given you food for thought; especially young women on their own who think they can take care of themselves. Be safe, Whitney.
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