We went a long way away from Forks. Deep into the woods as she followed me along the long path to my hotel. As usual, the cashier greeted me, though his eyes did widen a little before a sly grin plastered on his face when he saw my right hand walking in with me.
"He's definitely thinking something dirty." Artalis commented as we took the elevator to the third floor. "I could tell from that slimy grin on his face."
"Maybe he thought that I was getting lucky tonight." I commented as the door opened. I walked first, leading as we walked towards my room. "He's definitely gonna babble about it to Jenny."
Jenny was a waitress/maid who worked in the hotel who had taken a particular liking to me. Or something close to that. Having anime hair and face kinda does that to you. Too bad I don't share the same feeling. Though I worry she might spit in my soup. If so I might just eat her instead. Cause.. screw her.
Standing in front of room 14C, I handed the key to my newest tenant.
"Mi casa es su casa, thats spanish for my house is your house."
Crack
"Well, that can sometimes happen." I said as I stared at the door that had it's lock completely broken off, while my 'right hand' stood there with the handle in her hand.
The door opened slowly inwards revealing my somewhat messy yet strangely organised room.
"Well... take a seat." I invited her while pulling away the curtains to let the afternoon light fall in. Cutting my arm open, I bled myself for the third..maybe fourth time today, letting the ichor fall and do it's job.
"So..hi?"
"Dumbass" Artalis murmured under her breath, making me question." Now what?"
"Why are you talking to her like a teenager?" She questioned "you are her lord. She is your thrall, your servant. What is it that makes you nervous to speak with that mongrel while you could scream profanities at a dragon like me."
"Well, I don't know if you know, but there's a thing called human rights. Besides how else am I suppose to speak with her? This is the first time I kidnapped someone." I questioned, and I felt her feel irritated. "You are embarrassing yourself, and me. Speak properly."
I looked at the girl who was about to relax a little with the awkward question. Yet she showed no signs of answering. Is this what she meant from speaking properly? The respect I felt from her, it was dwindling. It was as if she was starting to see me as just another stronger being. Not someone who owned her heart. For some reason it irked me. It might just be Artalis's influence or just my own self, I didn't know,. And I did not like it.
"I greeted you.. and you are suppose to greet me back.. And I don't belive you to have no basic courtesy. Or am I wrong?"
"Hello"She greeted me. And I could now continue the conversation.
"I.. am Ruudi Greystoke. A name you yourself shall take on from today onwards. Yet to most, I present myself as Ken Greyheart. You may introduce yourself now." This, though appeared as a choice, was an order. And she knew it.
"My name is Abigail Whitehall," she began. "I am seventeen this year." She paused, considering what to say.
"What of your previous family?" I asked, and I could feel a pang of fear which tasted wonderful. Every emotion of hers were as delectable as ambrosia to me for some unknown reason. I looked at her without blinking, pulling the words she tried to hide from the deapths of her soul.
"I'm the eldest of my family. " "My father is a police man and my mother is a house wife. I have a sister, a year younger than me who is also a shifter. They didn't like the fact I preferred privacy above pack mentality, so I ran away from home."
"How far have you studied?" I questioned her, to which she answered, " I've only studied up to high school, where I dropped out mid term."
"You will be a Greystoke from now on. And you will carry that name until your death. You will never become a part of your former family, ever again. So tell me, do you wish to keep your name as Abigail?"
I walked up to my full length glass and brought it foreward to her chair.
"Look, you have changed. Be it appearance or your species. And you will never be what you were. This is your beginning, and you can choose to start anew, or bring along dead weight that will only hold you down."
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Abigail pov
I looked at the mirror, staring at the image that looked back. My face was pale, almost as white as the Cullens who came back recently from their vacation. My hair was darker, my eyes colder and emotionless as a statue. I was older, physically. The face that stared back at me was not my own, but belonged to someone who was at their peak.
If someone saw me, they might not recognise me for who I am. And maybe I wanted that. After all these time, all this running and rebelling for freedom, I was now stuck in a bond that was the farthest thing from my beliefs. The red gem of the necklace was a symbol for that. It was his blood, that hung around my neck as an accessory. The same blood that was wrapped around me instead of clothes. Everything I had, was his.
I silently accepted it and he smiled happily, as if he wanted this.
"Don't be so sad," he said as if he knew what I was feeling even through my unchanging expression. "We'll pick a nice name for you. A name that fits a pretty wolf, no?" He was silent for a little. " I got it. We'll call you Rue. Rue Greystoke, that will be your name from today on." He smiled genuinely pleased about taking away the last thing she owned. She only had her name for herself, and now, she had nothing.