The Unexpected...
Greetings and fair day to you, all.
My name is Maiya and I'm pleased to join you. For those of you new visitors to this blog, I was among the ones chosen a few months ago for the privilege of being accepted among the gracious folks here, at Dream Teller's Lair. I consider it a privilege because they are such a warm, friendly lot; all of whom have gone out of their way to make me feel welcome. I was not randomly chosen, as none of us were. In fact, I'd never even heard of Dream Teller and her colleagues until a terrifying incident brought them into my life.
I'd never been one to believe in the Fates, nor would I have believed that I was destined, as it were, to find myself in the midst of what I first perceived as some unbelievably strange sorts. Like most of you, I am an ordinary individual. As it happened, I got caught in a web of deceipt that led to a dangerous proposition I didn't see coming at me. I will explain.
I'm twenty-two years of age and up until last year, my life had been rather uneventful; ordinary, for the most part. There were a few times along the way when I experienced some strange things, like feelings and dreams, that were out of the ordinary. But I perceived those things as nothing more than silliness on my part, and went on about my business. I was never the fanciful sort (my dad was always saying that I was the most down-to-earth, level-headed youngster he'd ever known) and my goals in life were to finish high-school and college and become independent; make my folks proud of me. Little did I know that life was going to throw me a huge curve; one I had no hope of hitting out of the park, much less getting a piece of. Neither did I know about the part of my heritage that had lain dormant until such time that it would factor into the shaping of my destiny.
I only recently learned that heritage and genetics play a large part in making one a target for those undesirables who seek out unsuspecting people like me. They have ways of knowing such things about others and, for lack of a better explanation, I will just say that they are attuned to certain vibes that one gives off without knowing it. How frightening is that; not knowing that for the most of your existence you were being carefully watched? I'll tell you, it was the most terrifying discovery. Had I known there were people related to me who had certain gifts and talents that naturally passed from generation to generation, perhaps I would have been better prepared to understand those odd feelings and dreams then again, perhaps not. Those relations are on my mom's side and she never told me for the fact that what little she knew of it, she never believed in such things. It turned out that the newer generations of her family, beginning with my great grandmother, had turned aside those gifts and talents, believing them to be evil. So the next generations were never taught about them. My mom took the hush-hush information to her grave (she passed on when I was fifteen) and my dad knew nothing of it.
You might can imagine my surprise when, on her death-bed, my grandmother whispered to me (I was sixteen) that I should beware of any strange happenings I might experience and that I should ignore them. I had no idea what she meant and she died refusing to explain what she'd told me. That conversation was soon forgotten when I was charged with caring for my little brother and going to school while dad worked. A week after my high-school graduation, dad had a massive heart attack that came without warning. It was left to me to see to my fifteen year old brother's care and with the assistance of an aunt and uncle, I was able to enroll at University and continue my education. I had no time for friends and socializing and I concentrated on school and raising my brother as best I could. Tragically, he was killed in a car accident at the beginning of his senior year and then there was just me; a twenty year old, who suddenly became alone in the world.
I managed to accept the deaths of the members of my beloved family and got on with my life (not an easy task) because I'd been raised to believe that death was an extension of life, and that God called home his children who had completed their life tasks on earth. Yes, I was raised in a Christian home and that was my salvation, at that point.
I wish I could say that my level-headedness and Christian beliefs were enough to prevent me making certain mistakes but such wasn't to be the case. And last year is when providence stepped aside, or maybe on some level I ignored it without realizing it, and I took a wrong path. It seemed nothing too out of the ordinary when I met (literally, ran headlong into) a handsome man (extraordinarily handsome), one evening on my way from my car to the school library. It was raining and I had an armload of books and was running for the door when, head-down, I ran into what felt like a brick wall. My books went flying, as I went careening backward and a strong hand grabbed my wrist and prevented me from falling on my backside. Shaken, I looked up to the sound of a masculine chuckle that did the oddest things to my insides. I was instantly smitten by the sound of his voice, his dark flashing eyes, and we both stood there staring at one another while the rain drenched us. I'm sure you can take it from here; for the first time in my life, school suddenly lacked that all-importance.
We wound up in a cafe where he bought me coffee and a bagel and we talked as if we had known one another all of our lives. It was a connection that should have put me on notice but didn't. The next several weeks went by in a blur; the happiest (or so I thought at the time) I'd been in a very long time. Imagine, if you can, finding the person of your dreams; one who seemed to understand all about you, your hopes and dreams, and yes, your losses. With all of that, into the bargain, one who cheered you on to finish your goals while he helped you find time for a personal relationship. I truly believed God had smiled upon me. But I would soon dicover it was the other way around.
Long story short, Keagan was of the sort I had never dreamed even existed (except, vaguely, in my earlier years). Along and along I began to sense that something wasn't right about him; something dark and sinister but I ignored my instincts, wanting to continue believing in him. And so I wan't prepared for what was set to take place. I hadn't a clue that he was far older than the thirty years he told me he was (he had a way of making me do that, ignore my suspicions) and I fell deeper under his spell and hopelessly in love with him. Chalk that up to ignorance of things for which I had no point of reference.
One of the things that so enamored me of him was that he didn't push me into anything, but led me, gently. He was a pro; toyed with me, allowed me to believe that I was at the helm of my ship. I had no real experience of men, my hormones had never gone into overdrive, as they did with him, and so there I was; experiencing all those wonderful things every woman hopes to experience when the time comes right. God, I look back and see how young and foolish I was; deliberately putting out all the signals to let him know I was his woman and I was ready to take that frightening but exciting step to ecstacy with him.
As I look back (often do) I missed several important signs that would have put me onto him had I recognized them for what they were. I think the most important one was the fact that I only saw him at night, never knew where he was during the day (though he claimed to have a job), and he always evaded my desire to have his phone number and to visit him during the day, on week-ends. Those evasions seemed so insignificant at the time, and I believed it was good that nothing interefered with my going to school, which he expounded upon. Sheesh, what an innocent little fool I was. That he spent most every night at my side kept further suspicions at bay. And then one night, my world fell apart.
Keagan seemed rather occupied, where before I'd always had his complete attention. I asked him what was wrong and when he professed that he didn't want to burden me with his problems, I had to drag it out of him (his intention, now I look back). There, sitting in a quiet corner at an out-of-the-way club, is where I learned the seemingly impossible; Keagan was another Kind, a Vampyre. At first I laughed because I thought he was kidding me but my laughter turned to utter consternation when I realized he was telling the truth. For those of you who think the obvious, that he had fangs I should have noticed; that he was oddly pale; or some other myth about his Kind, you couldn't be farther from the truth. He looked like an an ordinary Human, albeit an extraordinarily handsome fellow. True enough, his canines came to a bit of a point but not anything unusual (yes, I made him show me). For the next two nights we discussed our differences and little did I realize he was reeling me in; playing on my feelings for him. He finally had me convinced (I thought I'd convinced myself) that in order for me to have him (yes, I wanted to marry him, for all time) I would have to become like him.
The thought of immortality and supernatural powers had their obvious effects upon me; I wanted them, and I wanted him and how sad and sobering is that? I was willing to throw away my soul for the life he was offering. What he wanted was a mortal with certain genetics that would lend themselves to his agenda; a more powerful female at his side (the result of the combination of my genetics with his), one who would do whatever he demanded. I am sad to say that I threw caution to the wind and agreed to become that female, for I was overwhelmed with all of the possibilities he outlined for me. Being able to transport myself to any place my heart desired, other times, attaining things I could never, otherwise have attained...well, you get the picture.
My decision made, and he so thrilled that I was coming to him of my own free will, neither of us suspected that we were being watched. That was where he allowed himself to get caught out; his greed and personal desires overcame his common sense. While I wasn't thrilled at the time, was in fact furious, that our plans were suddenly being torn apart, I am now ever thankful at what transpired. We had just made our way out the back door (in the usual manner of humans) into the back alley where he was going to 'transport' us to his home, in the way of his Kind, when we came face-to-face with a man who simply took my breath away. He was six feet seven inches tall (looked much taller at the time), with white-blonde hair of the shade I'd never seen before, and built like the proverbial brick house. He just stood there, partly in shadow, smiling at us. He fairly exuded danger, and in some part of my mind I knew that my life was about to take another sharp turn.
Keagan thrust me away, faced off with the stranger, and the show began. The longest day I live I will never forget what suddenly became like a horrible nightmare. The drop-dead gorgeous stranger stepped out from the shadows, and without taking his unblinking, strangely glowing eyes off Keagan, he introduced himself to me and began to tell me what Keagan was really about. Strangely enough, while Garth gave me a short but concise summary of my loves agenda, Keagan did not attempt to interrupt him. Rather, he laughed and let Garth finish what he had to say.That done, an eerie silence ensued. I was plastered against the back wall of that club, dumbfounded that Keagan made no attempt to defend himself, and horrified at the change coming over him and Garth. Suffice it to say that while they remained in human form, there were changes in their eyes (heated lights for which I cannot now explain), the tone of their voices (guttural and menacing; animal-like but more) and so on. I got the impression that Keagan was well out of his league, and my instinct was to flee the scene. But I couldn't; my feet wouldn't move.
Thankfully, others showed up to remove me from the scene before things got too gory. I was taken to a beautiful mansion where the Warock Gregory and Dream Teller very kindly apprised me of what I'd really gotten myself into. I spent the better part of a week with them, and others who came and went during that time, until I had a clear picture of all that I hadn't known. The worst of it is that Keagan somehow managed to escape Garth (he is very hard on himself for allowing that to happen), which leaves me in a tenuous position. I am told he will try to come back and get to me. My options were limited but I was smart enough to know that I have no way of protecting myself. And when I was offered the opportunity to remain with my defenders, quite naturally I accepted. I have had no regrets, for I have found my true place among friends and benefactors. My life will never be the same, again, but I am not without certain choices that allow me to continue toward my goals. I have set new ones, as well, and when I finish college, here is where I will put myself to good use.
If my story sounds outlandish, so be it. I have told it in the hope that it will help others to realize that all is never as it seems, and that they will think twice before falling in with what feels too good to be true. Also, if you experience odd things be smart enough to give them credence and dig until you exhaust every avenue before you turn a blind eyes to things that may well lay in your past; things that mark you as a target. I bid you a good life, Maiya.
My name is Maiya and I'm pleased to join you. For those of you new visitors to this blog, I was among the ones chosen a few months ago for the privilege of being accepted among the gracious folks here, at Dream Teller's Lair. I consider it a privilege because they are such a warm, friendly lot; all of whom have gone out of their way to make me feel welcome. I was not randomly chosen, as none of us were. In fact, I'd never even heard of Dream Teller and her colleagues until a terrifying incident brought them into my life.
I'd never been one to believe in the Fates, nor would I have believed that I was destined, as it were, to find myself in the midst of what I first perceived as some unbelievably strange sorts. Like most of you, I am an ordinary individual. As it happened, I got caught in a web of deceipt that led to a dangerous proposition I didn't see coming at me. I will explain.
I'm twenty-two years of age and up until last year, my life had been rather uneventful; ordinary, for the most part. There were a few times along the way when I experienced some strange things, like feelings and dreams, that were out of the ordinary. But I perceived those things as nothing more than silliness on my part, and went on about my business. I was never the fanciful sort (my dad was always saying that I was the most down-to-earth, level-headed youngster he'd ever known) and my goals in life were to finish high-school and college and become independent; make my folks proud of me. Little did I know that life was going to throw me a huge curve; one I had no hope of hitting out of the park, much less getting a piece of. Neither did I know about the part of my heritage that had lain dormant until such time that it would factor into the shaping of my destiny.
I only recently learned that heritage and genetics play a large part in making one a target for those undesirables who seek out unsuspecting people like me. They have ways of knowing such things about others and, for lack of a better explanation, I will just say that they are attuned to certain vibes that one gives off without knowing it. How frightening is that; not knowing that for the most of your existence you were being carefully watched? I'll tell you, it was the most terrifying discovery. Had I known there were people related to me who had certain gifts and talents that naturally passed from generation to generation, perhaps I would have been better prepared to understand those odd feelings and dreams then again, perhaps not. Those relations are on my mom's side and she never told me for the fact that what little she knew of it, she never believed in such things. It turned out that the newer generations of her family, beginning with my great grandmother, had turned aside those gifts and talents, believing them to be evil. So the next generations were never taught about them. My mom took the hush-hush information to her grave (she passed on when I was fifteen) and my dad knew nothing of it.
You might can imagine my surprise when, on her death-bed, my grandmother whispered to me (I was sixteen) that I should beware of any strange happenings I might experience and that I should ignore them. I had no idea what she meant and she died refusing to explain what she'd told me. That conversation was soon forgotten when I was charged with caring for my little brother and going to school while dad worked. A week after my high-school graduation, dad had a massive heart attack that came without warning. It was left to me to see to my fifteen year old brother's care and with the assistance of an aunt and uncle, I was able to enroll at University and continue my education. I had no time for friends and socializing and I concentrated on school and raising my brother as best I could. Tragically, he was killed in a car accident at the beginning of his senior year and then there was just me; a twenty year old, who suddenly became alone in the world.
I managed to accept the deaths of the members of my beloved family and got on with my life (not an easy task) because I'd been raised to believe that death was an extension of life, and that God called home his children who had completed their life tasks on earth. Yes, I was raised in a Christian home and that was my salvation, at that point.
I wish I could say that my level-headedness and Christian beliefs were enough to prevent me making certain mistakes but such wasn't to be the case. And last year is when providence stepped aside, or maybe on some level I ignored it without realizing it, and I took a wrong path. It seemed nothing too out of the ordinary when I met (literally, ran headlong into) a handsome man (extraordinarily handsome), one evening on my way from my car to the school library. It was raining and I had an armload of books and was running for the door when, head-down, I ran into what felt like a brick wall. My books went flying, as I went careening backward and a strong hand grabbed my wrist and prevented me from falling on my backside. Shaken, I looked up to the sound of a masculine chuckle that did the oddest things to my insides. I was instantly smitten by the sound of his voice, his dark flashing eyes, and we both stood there staring at one another while the rain drenched us. I'm sure you can take it from here; for the first time in my life, school suddenly lacked that all-importance.
We wound up in a cafe where he bought me coffee and a bagel and we talked as if we had known one another all of our lives. It was a connection that should have put me on notice but didn't. The next several weeks went by in a blur; the happiest (or so I thought at the time) I'd been in a very long time. Imagine, if you can, finding the person of your dreams; one who seemed to understand all about you, your hopes and dreams, and yes, your losses. With all of that, into the bargain, one who cheered you on to finish your goals while he helped you find time for a personal relationship. I truly believed God had smiled upon me. But I would soon dicover it was the other way around.
Long story short, Keagan was of the sort I had never dreamed even existed (except, vaguely, in my earlier years). Along and along I began to sense that something wasn't right about him; something dark and sinister but I ignored my instincts, wanting to continue believing in him. And so I wan't prepared for what was set to take place. I hadn't a clue that he was far older than the thirty years he told me he was (he had a way of making me do that, ignore my suspicions) and I fell deeper under his spell and hopelessly in love with him. Chalk that up to ignorance of things for which I had no point of reference.
One of the things that so enamored me of him was that he didn't push me into anything, but led me, gently. He was a pro; toyed with me, allowed me to believe that I was at the helm of my ship. I had no real experience of men, my hormones had never gone into overdrive, as they did with him, and so there I was; experiencing all those wonderful things every woman hopes to experience when the time comes right. God, I look back and see how young and foolish I was; deliberately putting out all the signals to let him know I was his woman and I was ready to take that frightening but exciting step to ecstacy with him.
As I look back (often do) I missed several important signs that would have put me onto him had I recognized them for what they were. I think the most important one was the fact that I only saw him at night, never knew where he was during the day (though he claimed to have a job), and he always evaded my desire to have his phone number and to visit him during the day, on week-ends. Those evasions seemed so insignificant at the time, and I believed it was good that nothing interefered with my going to school, which he expounded upon. Sheesh, what an innocent little fool I was. That he spent most every night at my side kept further suspicions at bay. And then one night, my world fell apart.
Keagan seemed rather occupied, where before I'd always had his complete attention. I asked him what was wrong and when he professed that he didn't want to burden me with his problems, I had to drag it out of him (his intention, now I look back). There, sitting in a quiet corner at an out-of-the-way club, is where I learned the seemingly impossible; Keagan was another Kind, a Vampyre. At first I laughed because I thought he was kidding me but my laughter turned to utter consternation when I realized he was telling the truth. For those of you who think the obvious, that he had fangs I should have noticed; that he was oddly pale; or some other myth about his Kind, you couldn't be farther from the truth. He looked like an an ordinary Human, albeit an extraordinarily handsome fellow. True enough, his canines came to a bit of a point but not anything unusual (yes, I made him show me). For the next two nights we discussed our differences and little did I realize he was reeling me in; playing on my feelings for him. He finally had me convinced (I thought I'd convinced myself) that in order for me to have him (yes, I wanted to marry him, for all time) I would have to become like him.
The thought of immortality and supernatural powers had their obvious effects upon me; I wanted them, and I wanted him and how sad and sobering is that? I was willing to throw away my soul for the life he was offering. What he wanted was a mortal with certain genetics that would lend themselves to his agenda; a more powerful female at his side (the result of the combination of my genetics with his), one who would do whatever he demanded. I am sad to say that I threw caution to the wind and agreed to become that female, for I was overwhelmed with all of the possibilities he outlined for me. Being able to transport myself to any place my heart desired, other times, attaining things I could never, otherwise have attained...well, you get the picture.
My decision made, and he so thrilled that I was coming to him of my own free will, neither of us suspected that we were being watched. That was where he allowed himself to get caught out; his greed and personal desires overcame his common sense. While I wasn't thrilled at the time, was in fact furious, that our plans were suddenly being torn apart, I am now ever thankful at what transpired. We had just made our way out the back door (in the usual manner of humans) into the back alley where he was going to 'transport' us to his home, in the way of his Kind, when we came face-to-face with a man who simply took my breath away. He was six feet seven inches tall (looked much taller at the time), with white-blonde hair of the shade I'd never seen before, and built like the proverbial brick house. He just stood there, partly in shadow, smiling at us. He fairly exuded danger, and in some part of my mind I knew that my life was about to take another sharp turn.
Keagan thrust me away, faced off with the stranger, and the show began. The longest day I live I will never forget what suddenly became like a horrible nightmare. The drop-dead gorgeous stranger stepped out from the shadows, and without taking his unblinking, strangely glowing eyes off Keagan, he introduced himself to me and began to tell me what Keagan was really about. Strangely enough, while Garth gave me a short but concise summary of my loves agenda, Keagan did not attempt to interrupt him. Rather, he laughed and let Garth finish what he had to say.That done, an eerie silence ensued. I was plastered against the back wall of that club, dumbfounded that Keagan made no attempt to defend himself, and horrified at the change coming over him and Garth. Suffice it to say that while they remained in human form, there were changes in their eyes (heated lights for which I cannot now explain), the tone of their voices (guttural and menacing; animal-like but more) and so on. I got the impression that Keagan was well out of his league, and my instinct was to flee the scene. But I couldn't; my feet wouldn't move.
Thankfully, others showed up to remove me from the scene before things got too gory. I was taken to a beautiful mansion where the Warock Gregory and Dream Teller very kindly apprised me of what I'd really gotten myself into. I spent the better part of a week with them, and others who came and went during that time, until I had a clear picture of all that I hadn't known. The worst of it is that Keagan somehow managed to escape Garth (he is very hard on himself for allowing that to happen), which leaves me in a tenuous position. I am told he will try to come back and get to me. My options were limited but I was smart enough to know that I have no way of protecting myself. And when I was offered the opportunity to remain with my defenders, quite naturally I accepted. I have had no regrets, for I have found my true place among friends and benefactors. My life will never be the same, again, but I am not without certain choices that allow me to continue toward my goals. I have set new ones, as well, and when I finish college, here is where I will put myself to good use.
If my story sounds outlandish, so be it. I have told it in the hope that it will help others to realize that all is never as it seems, and that they will think twice before falling in with what feels too good to be true. Also, if you experience odd things be smart enough to give them credence and dig until you exhaust every avenue before you turn a blind eyes to things that may well lay in your past; things that mark you as a target. I bid you a good life, Maiya.
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