Chaos

New Territory

"Oh yes, the place is prepared for you. If you'd like I can show you there now?" Halo offered.
"That would be great, but maybe after the baby shower? Chaos and I can wait", Lucille held my hand tightly. We sat in the living room with the other werewolves. They spoke as per the usual volume, but I could tell people were tense, especially the mother of honor. Her name was Fiona I believe. Mika was also here, conveniently guarding said she-wolf.

A small blue macaron was held in front of my mouth. It was Lucille attempting to feed me. I complied, biting down onto the pastry and eating slowly. It was a sticky confectionary. Lazarus climbed onto Lucille lap and urged Lucille to feed her too. When Lucille reached for one to feed the tiny rat, I stole it from her.

"No fair, K", she whimpered, pouting her lips.
"K?" I squeezed her cheeks harshly, causing her to pout more. She pried my fingers off her face with incredible strength.
"Chaos, Cha-os, cha, K!" Lazarus giggled. I grabbed her by her dress and placed her on the floor. What a stupid name.

"What is she, Chaos?" The alpha asked. He seemed less aggressive this time around.
"It already introduced itself", I answered, taking another macaron from Lucille. "She's a pestilent heir from the Rose Ducal House."

"An heir? She's barely 5!" One of the ladies spoke. Lazarus went underneath the coffee table with her balloon and squeezed it until it popped, frightening some but causing the little wretch to laugh maniacally.

"I thought vampires don't eat human food", Mika spoke up.
"I don't, but..." I grind my teeth, unwilling to divulge any more.
"Chaos eats whatever I give her", Lucille smiled proudly.

I leaned back and closed my eyes to hide myself from the starstruck gazes, and sympathizers. I peeked through one lid to see the alpha give me an empathetic look, sharing my embarrassment. Perhaps he wasn't like Darren.

It was about four hours of partying until everyone had left. It was the evening now, not too late since I got here pretty early. Surprisingly enough, werewolves shared a late night disposition as well.

"I'll drive you two there, Lucille's stuff has already been moved into the new place, including the clothes she got for you." Kalen opened the car remotely and slid into the drivers seat. He pulled the chair back, adjusting his mirrors for his height and slipped on his seatbelt. I sat in the passenger's seat up front and Lucille sat in the back. She looked excited and giddy, and I couldn't help but smile internally.

The drive was supposed to be short anyways, so while Lucille and Kalen spoke of wolf business, I took note of the landmarks, the scents, the signatures in trees and the ground all so that I may find my way to my new home. The house was about 8 miles east of the apartment complex and regularly visited by the pack patrol. Though, it'd been tough for the patrol, who often had to deal with insanely strong cursed and rogue supernatural.

It was a two story, L-shaped home, nestled into a marvelous and secluded forest of our own. The pristinely cut marble roofs and mismatched grey stone walls framed clear glass windows that reached the very point of the rooftop. Its modest wooden skirt, which wrapped around the entirety of the premises, gave way to the back and front door, which had short steps leading to its retractable mosquito netted porch. It was very rustic, like a mini-modern version of the pack lodge in Lucille's old pack.

Lucille jumped out of the car and ran around the house several times, boiling with excitement. I followed her pursuit, walking slowly around the house and surveying the reliability of the structure as well as its plumbing. When I got back around to the front again, Kalen tossed me the keys. I caught it and went up the steps to the front door.

It was a solid black door with a golden rimmed peephole and a crescent window at the top. It didn't have any ridges as doors often had, assuming this was in fact a rather modern house within and not as rustic as the external building. I was proven correct.

The interior was a mix of glittering white stone outlining the fire place settled beneath the flat screen tv and the pristine white sofa positioned for its audience. The flooring was lined with beige wooden panels all along the elongated L, ending its pathway to a study of sorts- a library. There was a kitchen with sleek black granite counters, speckled with silver that lined the wall and then provided a short island accompanied with two silver stools. The cupboards and fridge were also black wood and lined with silver, protruding as makeshift handles, and quietly fitted using distinctive japanese carpentry, evident in both the dining room chairs and table.

"Are the windows bullet proof?" I asked Kalen. Lucille had gone upstairs to see our bedroom. I stood in the short foyer, just before a single level drop into the middle of the home. Kalen came in behind me and sat on the couch, reclining in the flexible, red loveseat.

"Yes, we got them fitted after the increase in rogue attacks in this area. We found this house after an elderly couple died from said attacks about 7 months ago, we bought it, renovated it and planned to reserve it for supernatural refugees that stumble on our land, however, even those have decimated as of late." Kalen chewed his nail in thought.

"Could it have been a case of your suspected witch?" I questioned.
"Of that, we're not sure yet, all we know is that certain refugee species, like the vagabond fairies or elves, end up reappearing mangled and rotted. Lucille speculated that this may be a series of failed attempts from the witch."

"That's an interesting take on it..." I stepped further inside the home. There was a small pool, or jacuzzi in the back from what I could see through the windows lining the back wall.

"Chaos! Come look", Lucille took my hand and led me up the staircase made of planks of wood sticking out of the wall.