A Weekend With The Alpha

zera's stomach rumbled, and her nose caught the smell of blood as she set down the box and bag on the table. Her mout watered, wanting a taste of the flesh which she just smelt, but she calmed herself and wrapped her arms around her stomach. She stared up and found Daniel's curious eyes on her as he locked the door behind him and her cheeks heated with embarrassment.

“You're hungry.” he pointed out, not fussed about it.

“Yeah,” she nodded, her eyes weary as she stared at him.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked, picking the bag on top of the box on the table and heading towards the kitchen. The further he went with the bag, the less blood she smelt. “Meat.” she replied, and he halted and turned to her, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Just meat?”

“For now." She answered. “Do you have that?”

“Yeah I do, I got beef on my way home. It's right here.” He nodded and raised the bag in his hand. “I never knew you had z thing for meat. Let me get it ready for you. In the meantime, make yourself feel at home."

After thirty minutes of being in the kitchen, he walked out with a plate having about four slices of steamed and spiced be and he set it down on the dining table. The rumbling of her stomach continued at the sight as she got up from the couch where she had sat and approached him. She sat on the dining chair when she got there and she picked one up with her hand and took it to her mouth to eat.

“Careful, it's still hot!” he raised the alarm.

She dropped the meat in her mouth at his words, but she didn't feel the pain of being burnt as she should. The hunger must have made her forget how hot it was.

She also realised she had been doing a few things that were out of the ordinary as well, such as hearing sounds far away i they were near. She noticed her abnormal strength when she flipped the heart monitor at the hospital and the owner o the restaurant who confronted her earlier today. She had lifted him off the ground as if he was nothing and had enough strength to choke the air out of his lungs, and now she had picked up a very hot piece, not feeling the sensation.

She wasn't always like this. Something had happened to her and it scared her to think about what it could be.

He grabbed her hand and stared at it to check the scar the hotness had left on her hand, but he found nothing and he stared at her with suspicious eyes.

“You don't have any burnt marks on your skin. How's that possible?”

“It wasn't that hot” She laughed to cover up the suddenly quiet room.

“Oh, okay" He let her go, and she quickly ate through the rest meat on the plate as if it was nothing.

“And you can't remember much?” Daniel asked, handing her a glass of water when she finished eating.

She took it and gulped it quickly before handing it back to him. “A few things, but my brain is all over the place, trying to recover what it can.”

“Oh okay, I'm all ears."

She took an hour telling him everything she could remember since waking up at the hospital. The only details she left ou were her conflict with the man at the restaurant and her unexplainable strength and sense of hearing.

“A few come back every hour”

He nodded in agreement, “In no time, they will come back” he assured her and picked the plate to the kitchen

She rose, and this time, she followed him. “Did I leave you for Aaron?”

She had many memories of Daniel and some of them were of them as a couple, which meant they had once dated. But judging by the way Daniel reacted and treated her, she knew they were barely friends now and she wanted to know the cause of it.

She had heard Aaron's voice at the hospital after waking up and putting everything together so far. It only meant he was back in her life somehow, and if that was true, it meant he must have served as the reason for their breakup.

He chuckled, a way to make the pain feel less. He quickly rinse the plate, set it on the plate rack and returned to the livin room. “You left for yourself and Zion."

She followed him, “Zion?” she repeated, staring at him, clueless about who or what he spoke about.

He gave her a pitiful look, and she wondered why.

In none of her narration of the scattered memory she had, did she mention Zion? Zion was something important, something she wasn't supposed to forget that quick, but as she scanned her head, nothing came up and she stared at hir with eyes pleading for clarification.

“Zion is your son with Aaron,” Daniel answered and still it didn't ring a bell.

Why didn’t she have any memory of him? How could she have lost a memory as important as having a son?

Again she tried to scramble through her brain and find out all those memories, but they came out short.

“I had a son,” she said quietly and sat on the couch.

“Yes, you do, but you don't remember”

She shook her head, her voice coming up low, “No, I don't remember.”

He sighed, “Okay. I will tell you everything I know, and I promise I will be honest”

She nodded and sat quietly, waiting to listen. And he took the seat next to her and narrated everything he could rememb since he had known her for the last few years.

“We broke up almost a year ago and though I couldn't bear the thought of you not being a part of my life, 1 had to move on.”

zera felt horrible for who she was, “I am sorry for hurting you the way I did."

He stepped away from her and walked over to the box she had kept on the table earlier, opened it, and then pulled out a automatic rifle. “Don't be. At least you stuck around and tried to be a good friend, even though I wasn't having it. I was already moving on with someone else, Nicole, and when you told me and tried to warn me about her, I told you to stay of should have listened. I was nothing but a means to her. And by the time I realized it, she had already killed my mother an left me for dead.” he answered with a pained voice.

She gasped, and a tear ran down her face. There was so much happening and so much she was learning, and she wanted pause and breathe. “Daniel, you didn't deserve what you went through, what we put you through.”

He picked a small black box from inside the box on the table and set it on the table. He flipped it open and in it were two dozen of silver bullets. He adjusted the rifle in his hand and slid the bullets into it after opening the box.

“If I didn't go through what I went through, I would never have realised there were supernatural beings amongst us who derive pleasure from our pain. If I didn't go through the pain, I wouldn't have had what it takes. I wouldn't have been able to harness the pain, grief, and hatred into something powerful. 1 am not Daniel Spear, the naive, weak lecturer anymore.” She rose to her feet, dreading the question she wanted to ask. “What are you now?”

He cocked the rifle and turned to look at me.

“l am a hunter, hunting supernatural beings and sending them off to their creator”