The Weaver of Dreams.....and the first nightmare.

(This is a post dedicated to my new character in werewolf. This about his first change, and after going over his rite of passage with my GM, I will post that here as well.)



I always knew I was different......not like them.....but it always seemed that a part of me wanted so much to belong. I only ever found solace in my books and the studies to which i devoted myself.....at least until she came along......



Her name was Alexandria Montrose, and she was the single most beautiful creature i had ever lain eyes upon. But, that was not all.....she was intelligent, charming, spirited and loving....sharing my thirst for knowledge and also my interest in the supernatural. We met our Junior year of high school, and we hit it off almost immediately. Over the last two years of High School, we started dating and became closer than ever, never seeming to leave each others side.....but something within me seemed.....alien....different. It was not that I was unhappy, but I did become jealous of other guys that spoke to her....and it was a new experience for me, though she and I talked of it. She would laugh and say that I had been walled behind my books for so long that i had merely missed out on many things....jealousy included. It's funny.....she always knew what to say to me, and I always knew that no matter what, she would be there......



After High School, we put of going to college, wanting to enjoy some time away from studying and all of the stress that comes with it, just being content with spending time together. I eventually got the itch to go back to school a year later....having a strong desire to start my education as a paramedic. I found a nice little community college to attend and enrolled in their Paramedic program. Alex was surprised at my choice in study, but she applauded my conviction. Medicine is a great field to get into, but she asked why i would choose to pursue such a career.....



I could not answer....all I knew was that the idea of helping people just seemed right. If I could save just one person's life, it would all be worth it to me. One night, I had to attend my field clinicals, pairing with aliscensed paramedic to operate in the field and get a taste of what my schooling would lead to.....which left Alex alone at home. She would always wait up for me to return home when I was out at my night classes....but this night, when i returned, there were no lights on in the house....and the front door was ajar.....so, carefully and cautiously, I made my way to the door and slipped inside, my heart racing and my thoughts churning. They could still be here....if something had happened to her, I would not be able to continue on. I stalked through the house like a predator, searching for any signs of what could have happened, and I noticed the signs of a struggle all throughout the house. I heard the distinct sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and the smell of blood was unmistakable, making my fear and anger override my need for caution, leaving me scrambling through the house now.....and suddenly, my world was crushed.

There, in a bruised, bloody heap, was Alexandria, in the floor of the bathroom........her breath coming out in short, ragged wheezes. I rushed to her side, pulling her gently into my arms as I sat with my back against the bath tub which was still running and overflowing onto the floor where it mixed with her blood, creating a pinkish pool of liquid, but it did not concern me now.....

"Alex......you're going to be ok....I'm here now......."

I could barely see due to the tears of grief and rage that were forming in my eyes......but I saw the look on her face......it was one of pure pain and fear......she was in shock......and her eyes were blank as she stared ahead, unaware of anything in the room...even me......and all at once, the rise and fall of her chest stopped......the beating of her heart ceased......and I found myself holding her, weeping.....unable to do anything for her. What happened next, came so fast that I can scarcely remember it as more than a dream, but apparently, the culprit was still in the house and had heard me come in. He came into the bathroom, holding the same instrument that he had beaten Alex with, still covered in her blood.......and the smell of sex clung to him. He stood there for a moment, chuckling to himself, and when I looked up, all i knew was that I felt something inside me, screaming for his blood.......and soon, the look of satisfaction on his face changed......and he was screaming......I remember a feeling of utter rage......the most potent hatred and anger I had ever felt.....what came next were mere flashes of memory.....his stomach ripped open as he screamed....the scent of excrement and blood as his innards fell from his body, and the gargling end to his screams as his throat was ripped out.....leaving a scoop of flesh wholly gone from his throat, larger than two fists side by side.....then....darkness.

When next i came to, I was no longer in my house. I was in a dimly lit cabin, and there were three people around me, as if waiting for me to wake. The first that i noticed, was a woman, appearing to be in her mid to late 40's, dabbing the sweat from my brow with a cloth....the other, a man with dark hair, watching me with a look of sadness on his face, and the third......was my mother. She had the stain of tears on her face and had been crying it seemed for some time....but when i awoke, she came to my side.......

"Kaidan......do not be alarmed......you are safe here. A lot has happened, and not all of which was unexpected. There is so much that is to be explained to you my son, so much that until now, I could not speak of. I am sorry to hear about Alexandria....I truly am, but you must not hold hatred in your heart."

She turned to look at the dark haired man with the deep, blue eyes.......then turned to look to me again.......

"You are going to hav e to leave with this man.....he will tell you all that you need to know, and show you what you must see. I know you have many questions, but now is not the time. You have a new life awaiting you.....and you are going to do great things......just remember that I love you, and I will always be here for you........"

I was confused, but I did not have the energy, nor the will to question anything I was told.

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I am going to have to stop there for now......as the hour is growing late. Perhaps another time, I will continue my tale in this journal. I have things to attend to on the morrow, and the dredging up of these memories is enough to heavy my heart and open old wounds........perhaps next time, i will continue with the rest of this story, and eventually, i will write of my Rite of passage......and maybe, the rest of my Tribe can remember me for what I have done when my time has passed.....


- Kaidan Weaver-of-Dreams -