Marcus took me with him to Scotland.
There was a lot of space for me to run around and grow.
We went running and hiking.
Sometimes he’d take me fishing or camping.
I learned to love the outdoor and to feel free.
I started to grow faster and I started building muscle. I didn’t want to be Hulk ripped but I did want to grow comfortably into this new body. My shoulders became wider and my legs thicker. Soon I began to see muscle definition in my arms and my abs. I grew three more inches while I was with Marcus and my facial hair came in. I shaved it off because it itched and I didn’t like it but it was a pain in the ass to shave every day. I let my hair grow out a little. Not too long, just enough for it to cover my ears.
On one of my strolls through the shops, I came across a tattoo parlor. I stood there staring at the front window and then after ten minutes, I walked in. When the woman asked me what I wanted, I drew her the picture from memory. The moon was blue-grey and the eyes looking back were my father’s eyes: lime green.
I walked out and started to really feel like I knew what I was supposed to do on this earth.
I went home and cooked me something good. Marcus came home at around diner time and then we went for a walk in the dark.
I hadn’t really gotten any of my werewolf powers, but I felt stronger somehow. Marcus would teach me how to hunt efficiently. Even though we were technically two different types of creatures, I knew the skill was the same. I learned how to walk silently and always be aware of my surroundings. It was like I was training to be a soldier or something. Except that instead of learning the art of weaponry, I was learning how to become efficient at hunting and tracking. I was learning to use my senses to their full capacity.
The time seemed to pass quickly after that. Soon I was graduating from high school and driving. I turned nineteen soon after that and then when I felt I was ready, I took some of the money my dad had left and I traveled. Sometimes I was alone and sometimes Marcus was with me. I learned a lot from him and about him. He became a part of me and I started to depend on him when things became a little too much for me. I met other vampires when I went to places alone. They knew about me and I guess I somehow had become their mascot.
I turned twenty while I was out in London with Johnathon and by the time I was ready to come back, I was twenty-one. I came back home to Thera’s house, and sometimes I would stay with my grandparent’s up in wine country. I liked it there because their ranch was a nice and open space. Then I would spend my time between John’s place, Thera’s, my mom’s and my grandparent’s. Thera wanted me to go to school and get a higher education. I wasn’t so sure that I wanted to spend time locked up in school. John thought it was good for me to expand my knowledge and my mom wanted me to get a career and make a living for myself. Marcus didn’t say anything and Dharma told me that it was my decision to make. She became like a mentor to me.
Marcus was older and he could teach me stuff but I could talk to Dharma openly about my father and my feelings. Johnathon became my best friend, and I loved him for looking out for me and for understanding me.
Even though I was taller and older. I know sometimes people looked at us and didn’t understand our relationship. But I liked the time we spent together and I knew I would always carry it in my heart no matter what.
So the matter of school kept coming up and somewhat forcefully I enrolled in college. I didn’t know what I would study, but I went anyways. I enrolled in a few classes and thought about joining some kind of training program but I soon gave up that idea.
