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this
at controlling the one emotion that used to be the only thing that
kept me going until El showed up and taught me better.
    El was a mentor who babysat me a very long
time ago. He said I was on the brink of mass destruction and taught
me control. Even with his help, it took a while to control all the
fury I accumulated over the years. He said he looked inside of me
and only found an endless dark pit of wrath. When we departed, he
said it wasn’t so dark anymore, but still needed work. Said that
would be my homework until next time.
    As if there was going to be a next time.
    Sniffing at the mug, I realized it was only
tea. I eyed Baron before taking a tentative sip. The drink was
laced with so much honey my eyes went big. He smiled carefully,
enjoying my reaction.
    “You’re doing it again,” I warned. Baron
blinked and the soft warmth left his face. He retreated to the
other end of the bar to attend to another customer.
    Baron had a tendency to treat me like a
child, the tea being a good example. I sipped it again, smiling to
myself. I gave him reason enough to. I acted just like one.
    The tea was perfect.

Chapter Three:
    Birds chirped, kids laughed, and off in the
distance, cars honked. The park was surrounded by trees to create a
little world where nature existed and children could play freely
without worrying about being ran over.
    It was such a beautiful day and yet I was
laying here, wishing I could throttle Seeker right now. I needed to
find out who created that slauve, especially if he wanted me dead.
I guess I could count my blessings because the slauve was as naïve
as a newborn and couldn’t even recognize his target as she stared
right into his face.
    Hurrah for small favors.
    Now all I needed to do was end things before
he completely understood that I was his ticket to freedom.
    A kid screeched, breaking me from my
thoughts. The same little girl who made the high pitch noise ran
past me, her brown pigtails trailing behind her as she focused on
getting away from the girl who chased her. The other girl looked
just like a slightly older version of the first one, her hair a
little longer and a richer brown. She had her hands out, wiggling
them as she threatened the little girl with tickles. I watched,
envious, wishing I could be as carefree as them. I’ve never had
that—someone to play with me. Someone to threaten me with tickles
or vice versa.
    Maybe things would have been different if I
had someone like that older girl to play with. Maybe I wouldn’t be
filled with the rage I fought to keep in check every day. Maybe
humans wouldn’t fear me so easily and cower in my presence when I
was in my true form. Maybe I wouldn’t hate them for it either.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
    El told me once to respect humans at least a
little, that their lives were fleeting and they worked every day to
make it fulfilling before they came to an end. I called him an
idiot then, and said they were only the hunted. Food for the
strong. But now, moments like this left me jealous. At least they
had a ‘family,’ people to call their own and to trust. Sometimes I
have trouble even grasping the concept of a mother or father—the
words were too foreign for me.
    The closest I ever came to having a family
was with Eithna and the time I spent with her was too short. When
we first met, she used only a few words and held an upfront
attitude to gain my attention. She didn’t have to work hard to make
me want to hang out with her.
    I smiled softly as the little memory rose up
from the depths of my subconscious.
    When we first met, Eithna came strutting
over to me at the hotel I was staying at. Her long auburn hair
framed her face like wild fire. Everything about her was fiery. She
took shit from no one, was quick to laugh, but just as swift in her
anger. She captured me with her stunning good looks and by the way
she held herself. The strange woman was perfectly aware of how she
came off to others and didn’t give a shit. She didn’t