Diary of a Lycan's Prisoner

May 1st, 2011

I have never been the type to be able to keep a journal. I am not committed enough. But after recent events someone just suggested trying it, and even though I knew well enough that I won't keep up with it I went out and bought the prettiest leather journal I could find. I don't know...maybe I thought the feeling of spending some money on myself would make the pain go away. But here I am, writing as the tears pour down my face.

They tell me that he was old and that it was bound to happen, but what they don't understand is that he was my only family member. The only one that cared. He taught me so much and encouraged me when others thought I was incapable. I accomplished so much so that I could finally repay everything he had done for me. To take care him just as he has taken care of me. But now he is gone. My grandfather is dead. Placed in the ground at Brooksight Cemetary. They've given me a month off from work to mourn his passing and to finish off the arrangements of his passing. I begged them to let me keep working. "It's unhealthy."

What's unhealthy is being locked up in our home all alone.

Tomorrow the attorney is supposed to come over to read me Grandpa's will...what's the use? I already know that everything is left to me. The house, the car, everything. A simple one story house on the outskirts of town...where I am alone. Writing in this pretty leather journal.

Nothing is a surprise though. He had been sick for quite a while and the doctor told me that he wouldn't make it, that "the winter just wouldn't leave his bones." It was rare when Gramps was six, but when he was he struggled getting over it. And you know, I think he knew he wasn't going to make it. The only reason I know that everything was left to me is because he told me so himself. He even told me to be especially careful when taking care of myself. To never let anyone from out of town into my life. I am not sure what he meant by that though. Even though I'm 22 years old Gramps never worried about the people that I had been interested in. So I guess I can say that something did surprise me. That Gramps didn't want me dealing with "out-of-towners".

Well now that I mention that, something else was surprising, if not peculiar at the funeral. There was a man there that I had never seen before. After all it is something that is noticeable when you come from a small town. Everyone else noticed him too, he WAS rather eye catching being all good looking and what not.

Very manly. But like, manly man kinda manly. Heehee.

....Ok, I digress. He had light colored wavy hair and his eyes were a mix between gold-ish and honey. He was tall, which I know doesn't mean much coming from me since I'm so short, and he was all rugged. Scruffy faced, but he wore a navy colored suit instead of black. I could only best describe him as a lumber-jack. Minus the beanie, all the flannel, but all that manly physique was there. It was very noticeable even through the suit. Not that there aren't any men in our town that cannot turn any heads. There was just something so different about this particular man. I know all the ladies found him alluring, but I was almost petrified of him. I guess I didn't realize he was handsome until I wrote about it right now. Back to the point.

There were whispers everywhere about the man. No one from our town seemed to know who he was. I did my best to keep hidden from him. I am not sure if it was because of Grandpa's warning about strange people or just because I didn't know him. But it did seem like if he had been looking for me.

I know I'm being conceited thinking that. I am just trying to make myself feel better. Ha!

It's 2:49A.M. I better sleep. I don't know if I will make another entry. But this wasn't so bad.

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Dinah put the leather journal inside of her messenger bag that hung on the back of her desk chair. She pulled her wet hair up into a bun on the top of her head and she crawled into her bed. Letting out a deep sigh she closed her eyes and hummed a little song to herself. The warm breeze filtered through the window screen bringing in the scent of the earth and this allowed her to relax for the first time in that day.

As the young woman drifted off into a much needed sleep a shadow lurked outside of her window. The tall shadow quietly touched the screen and in a swift silent motion tore it away from the window's frame. It slipped into the room in an almost slithery way observing the room and everything in it. Careful so as not to wake the slumbering girl the tall figure looked through the drawers that contained her intimates, smelling them passionately. It looked at all the pictures and awards that hung on the walls of the room. She was smart.

It approached the bed and looked at the small creature that lay there. She was short, but she was curvy. The type of curvy that naive men would call fat, but in reality she had a very womanly voluptuous body. The shadowed eyes of the intruder stared at her fae-like face, heart shaped, fine pointed nose, full pouted lips, high cheek bones. The line of vision trailed down her smooth neck to her smallish perky breasts that wore no bra. They followed their way down her small waist and to the large flare of her hips and ample buttocks. Child-bearing hips. Thought the shadow as the sound of lip licking sounded in the silent room. She had a strong body, firm, the type of body frame that worked out and was used to hard work.

It reached out a hand and trailed two long fingers from the hipster style underwear the young woman wore down her thick thighs all the way to her petite ankles. Dinah's legs twitched at the slight touch of the shadowed being. Suddenly the firm hand of the prowler grabbed the woman's ankle and gave it a rough tug.

The dark haired girl was startled awake by the action when she suddenly realized the other being in the room. She quickly reached for the lamp next to her night stand and whipped it at the foreign body standing next to her bed. She tried to scramble off the other side of the bed when she noticed that it had her by the ankle. She violently kicked her feet to try to shake loose of its hold, but it pulled her towards it. She sat up and swung her fists as hard as she could thanking her grandfather for having put her in boxing as she got a good punch into the tall being's face.

She jumped over the figure making her way to the door when two hands reached out and grabbed her ankles, tripping her body hard onto the wooded floor. She landed straight on her stomach which knocked the air out of her. Her vision blurred and her head was dizzy as she tried her damnedest to gasp for air. The light was switched on and the body of the trespasser leaned over her. She weakly swatted at him, but her desperate need for air was rendering her unconscious. Before darkness consumed her mind she recognized that it was the man in the navy colored suit.

"Don't worry darling, I'll take good care of you."