Arrival of the Prophecy (24 page)

“Either way, you picked the wrong shower,” she called out with her
head under the water.

“What was that?” he asked opening the shower curtain. “Did you say
get in the shower?”

“Oh my goodness,” she laughed. “Might as well, it’s not like you
haven’t seen it all.”

“Better scoot over then,” he said as he stepped back in.

“And you better not get any funny ideas. Just help me wash my back
and I’ll let you have it all to yourself,” she handed him her wash cloth then
turned around, putting her small perky breasts under the spray of hot water.

“That’s not pushy, nope not at all,” Parker chuckled. “Well, you
gonna
wash my back?”

Parker took the wash cloth and ran it under her arm and across her
chest.

“Hey!”

“Okay, okay,” he replied, and washed her back.

Tiffany got out as Sky was coming in with an arm full of clothes for
her to try on, noticing the water still running and someone splashing about. “I
still think you should’ve washed my back,” Parker blurted out not knowing that
they were no longer alone. Anthony also came in. Sky put her finger to her
mouth and handed him a towel. She then pulled Tiffany out of the room and
closed the door. Sky put her ear to the door, hearing Parker say that he
thought that someone should wash his back.

“Dude, really I’m not that way,” was the reply he heard from Anthony,
which caused a loud thump from inside the bathroom.

“What the hell…” was yelled in a startled voice by Parker. Sky couldn’t
help but burst out laughing, imagining what the sound might have been. She
turned to Tiffany who was looking through the clothes, and truly hoped that
their future was going to be different, for the sake of everyone involved.

“You know I hate the
color
green,” Tiffany
said holding up a pale green shirt.

“It’s just a shirt,” Sky rolled her eyes.

“There are three green ones, Sky.”

“I just grabbed them out of the servant’s closet. I didn’t take the
time to choose what I thought you might prefer.”

“Servant’s… closet? What, just because I’m different now, I have to
wear the servant’s shit?”

“I don’t have very many things here yet, and what do I have that
will fit you, Tiff?”

“Oh my God, Sky. I’m way smaller than you, in the back area for sure,”
Tiffany replied, swinging her wet bleached blond hair around, sitting down in
front of the changing table.

“You are such a snob. No wonder God choose to make you a pig,” Sky
sarcastically said stomping her foot down one time.

“What’s that little doggy girl? Did I hear someone say fetch? How
about, sit Spot,” Tiffany said, waving her hand about just like the very old
Tiffany had many times before.

“I recall you smelling like the ass end of a dead skunk, and looked
pretty much like it too,” Sky mocked back bending forward.

“Girls!”
Adella
said, slapping her hands together.

“Need a drink, the toilet’s open.” Tiffany burst out laughing.

 
“Girls!”
Adella
yelled a little louder when neither paid her
any mind.

“At least you won’t have to hang a
porkchop
around your neck to get the dog to play with you, you are the
porkchop
.” Sky childishly stuck her tongue out.

 
“Be quiet!” When both girls
shut their mouths and looked back at
Adella
, she
continued. “Those with normal ears may not hear you…yet. But, those of us
unlucky enough to hear every childish word passed between the two of you are
sick and tired and wish you both to shut up. Does it really matter what type of
animal you are? You are both acting like spoiled brats that should be spanked
and put to bed without their dinner. Now grow up and be the women of this clan
that will be looked up to, not laughed at every time you open your mouths. Do I
make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” Sky replied, turning three shades of red.

“She started it,” Tiffany claimed, flipping her hand toward, Sky.

“And I just finished it,”
Adella
replied,
glaring at Tiffany so hard that she quickly stared at the floor.

Anthony and Parker were leaning on the bathroom door, listening to
Adella
, and had been for a while. They were waiting for the
girls to stop fighting, before she had walked in to finally put a stop to it. Parker
raised his brows at Anthony, whispering that he pretty much knew it was the women
who took control in all clans, while the men hid behind the door. Both men
chuckled out loud.
Adella
walked over and opened the
door, and the men stumbled out.

“I suggest that you all have a good meal and enjoy the rest of this
evening teaching your new member the ways of a shifter. Parker, I have seen the
life in your eyes change. Have you not just found that missing piece of your
soul? Now, take your women and feed them before they manage to kill each
other.”

“She started it,” Tiffany whispered, grabbing one of the green
shirts and walked into the bathroom slamming the door.

“I’m not sure that she carries the other half of my soul, but I will
care for her as if she did,” Parker said looking back at the closed door.

“You are a brave man indeed,” Anthony replied slapping him on the
shoulder. “Shall we?” He then walked up to Sky, who stood with her arms
crossed.

“Can you believe that
oinker
, and after everything that we’ve done for her,” Sky raised
her voice to make sure that Tiffany could hear her.

“Done for me?” Tiffany yelled back, storming out of the bathroom
wearing the green top and the panties that Sky had given her. “You gave me
drugs that turned me into this thing that I can’t even describe.”

“Wait a minute, they had nothing to do with that,” Parker
interrupted, holding up his hand. “My brother was responsible for your becoming
one of us. They kept you from feeling too much pain, by giving you the drug.”

“
Dillan’s
your brother? As in blood
related?” she asked, stepping back.

“He is.” Parker took a seat on the foot of the bed.

“Then why are you here?”

“You couldn’t tell by looking at him?” Sky blurted out bending over
to look at Parker’s face. “I think they look a lot alike.”

“Sky, I think we need to let them have a few minutes alone,” Anthony
suggested, taking her hand.

They left Parker to explain why he was in the estate and very much a
part of the Michelle clan, even though he carried boar blood. They met up with
Adella
and Anthony’s grandfather on their way to the back
balcony to meet with some of the other elders of the clan. With all those
required were in
attendace
, many spoke of the fear
that
Dillan
would return not only to avenge his
mother, but to also avenge who he thought killed his father.

Parker and Tiffany joined them a short time later, producing gasps
from several of the men before Anthony could explain his position. One of the female
guards took Tiffany by the hand and led her to where Sky and
Adella
were sitting at a
cresent
shaped
table surrounded by vines. Anthony held out his hand to Parker who came and
took the seat to his left, causing more gasps out of the eldest in the room.

“It is time for a change and you all know it. If we can stop
Dillan
from attacking and both sides from losing life, then
that is exactly what we are going to do. Here sits his own brother at my side. We
have joined hands to bring our people together as one, just as our father’s had
wanted and tried to do themselves so many years ago.
Harbra
is no more, and her rage can die with her. I will offer
Dillan
the land that they have wanted so badly and have shed much blood to gain it.”

“Are you mad? That will place them right next to us,” one man
shouted.

“How else will we become one, if we do not link together?”

“What if they spoil the land, then want more?” another asked.

“We know how to work the land and will
honor
it with our lives,” Parker proclaimed.

“You’re one. Why should we listen to you?” Carter asked, stepping
out of the crowd.

“Because, I will stand against my own kind to make this happen,” he
replied, getting to his feet.

“Well said. I second this move to give the land to our new friends,”
Carter proclaimed, holding up his hand.

“I concur,”
Adella
said, standing up as
Sky stood up beside her.

“Yeah, me too,” Sky smiled, holding up her hand.

The van bounced over the cattle guard, rocking
Dillan
and the other two men awake. Charles pushed Thomas’s feet away from his head,
sitting up wiping his hands down his shirt.
Dillan
sat up, leaning his back on the side of the vans interior, moving his head back
and forth to stretch out his neck muscles. He then crawled to the front and
pulled the curtain open, seeing that the sun was going down and the sky was
turning a purplish black. “We’re here.”

“The guards will want some kind of proof that your mother is no
longer with us,” Charles explained, putting on his shoes.

“Tell me, Charley. How does one give something they just don’t
have?”
Dillan
asked, lying over on Thomas’s legs.

“You must let them see it in your eyes.”

“Hum, you mean show them that I’m the new boss, yeah?”

“If you want to enter without a fight, yeah,” Charles replied as the
van came to a stop.

The three listened as the driver told the person on the other end of
the speaker that he had a special delivery from the leader, and it was very important
that it be given to the head guard. A buzzer went off and the sound of a very
large gate opened up.
Dillan
had been to his father’s
home when he was a small child. It was after his mother’s mind slipped and his
father was taken, that he and the others members of the pack were denied
entrance. They knew they would have been put to death if they tried to push the
subject past the point of their queen’s approval. Five creatures came out the
front door of the three story colonial style home and circled the van with
weapons drawn, that looked very much like the ones that
Dillans
’
father had made.

Dillan
stepped out
of the back of the van and right up to the biggest of the
wereboars
and yanked the spear from his hand. “I am your new leader now and I want to
know where you got these, and I want to know, now!” They all dropped their
weapons and backed away. Charles and Thomas got out of the van and began
picking up the other four spears, then stood behind
Dillan
.
He ordered the men to change form, and all but two ended up crouched down on
the ground, moaning in pure agony. It seemed that
Harbra
had never allowed them to take their human form once she placed them in charge
of her husband’s home and the care of her daughters. Changing back now was
proving to be a problem.

“Why do they act like that?”
Dillan
asked,
looking back at the two who were clutching their heads.

“I don’t think they can come back,” Charles whispered. “They’ll go
mad with it ripping through their minds.”

Thomas dropped one of the spears and then rammed the other through
one of the
wereboars
that was foaming at the mouth
and stumbling, shaking its head violently.
Dillan
stepped back and lifted his spear following Thomas, taking down the second
beast that was starting to spin around, screaming and hitting himself. The
three that had changed were all throwing up, and dropping to their sides.
Dillan
and Thomas stood back and watched as the dead men
lay unchanged from their beast form, but turned a dark
gray
as if turning into ash instead. Thomas kicked the foot of the one closest to
him and it snapped off like a rotten piece of wood.

“Is it a curse?”
Dillan
asked taking
several steps back.

“I’ve never seen this with my own eyes, but I have heard of such
things,” Charles admitted, putting one hand to his chest.

“What is it?”

“They are returning to mother earth. When we can turn to our human
selves a piece of our soul belongs to the God’s in the sky, but when we no
longer have that ability, we are given back to her,” Charles explained,
grabbing
Dillan’s
arm as one of the heads collapsed
in on itself.

“Where
are my sisters?”
Dillan
asked knocking his hand away.
     
Charles knelt down in front of the
three men that were now gaining control of their bodies and trying to get to
their hands and knees. He asked them the same question that he had been asked,
and then helped one of the men to his feet. The man raised his arm and he and
Charles began making their way toward the house.
Dillan
looked over at Thomas who in turn leaned down and helped the other two men to
their feet, while he picked up the remaining spears and followed the rest inside.
The driver backed the van out and drove around to the dark side of the home,
then joined the others. He closed the front door, locked it, and then stood
next to it as the group made their way deeper inside.