The Beautiful Rose

It is 12:30 a.m. and I just finished this new drawing. I am so inspired right now. I just finished a drawing while listening to music. I am ready to draw another. Can't wait to find what I am going to draw next.
  One of these pictures is just me playing with the photo editor and the other is one that was just cropped and sharpened. Hope you all like this one.

Kiara Lupus

This is a draft of something I am working on. Hope you all like it.

Chapter 1

Curse my enhanced sense of smell. Curse my living in Chicago. Even now, with two trash cans filled will rotten seafood, I can smell the delicious pizza and hotdogs. My stomach growls even louder and then explodes with the loudest growl of all tonight. I swear, if my uncle is not here in the next two minutes, my hunger will take over and I will have no control over what I do after that.

I set my watch to two minutes and press start. I look around at my surroundings. It is really beautiful tonight. It’s a clear night filled with stars and a full moon. Which means I will be on edge. Down in the alley below there is a couple making out, as well as two smokers and a homeless man. He doesn’t smell too great either, but I’ll have to live.

I look at my watch. Uncle Sammie has one minute or I will be leaving and that won’t help me with my situation. But when my wolf senses take over, there is no stopping them. I stifle a yawn. So now I am hungry and tired. It is enough to make any person edgy, let alone a werewolf on a full moon.

My watch counts down from five. Four, three, two, one. And here he is. Stupid mind reader; I bet he was here this whole time. He only came exactly on time to spite me. I growl when he smirks at me, knowing exactly what I am thinking. By then the smokers were gone, leaving only the homeless guy and the couple. The couple looks up at the sound I make but don’t think much of it and go back to kissing. The homeless guy is asleep near the trash can. Huh, he must has trouble smelling.

I jump down from the low roof without making any sound as I land. Now it’s my turn to smirk. His is replaced with a scowl. He knows he’s too old to be able to do that without hurting himself or someone else. “Do you want help or not?” He tries to make his voice sound serious and bitter but everyone knows he is too kind hearted. I raise my hands to head level, my palms facing Uncle Sammie. “ Hey, you know I am not trying to be mean. I just needed a rebuttal for what you call a joke.” He feigns confusion. I decided to jog his memory. “ You remember? About a minute ago you read my mind and saw that I was getting irritated. You thought it would be nice if you came at the very last second before I decided to leave.” I smile sarcastically at him.

His eyes twinkle, as he smiles at me. I wonder what that old kook is thinking. “ You remind me of your mother.” Before I could interrupt he continues, “ She always had this sense of sarcasm that everyone hated. But I think they secretly loved that the most about her. At least, that is what I loved most about her.” His eyes make him look like he is light years away, remembering my mom. Before she was killed by a warlock. Which reminds me why we are here in this dark alley in the first place.

I clear my throat. He snaps back to attention. “ I’d love to take a ride down memory lane, but I need to get a move on. Places to be, people to see, evidence to study...” He snaps his fingers and reaches into his messenger bag. “ Okay, so I haven’t got much, but I do have something. Do you remember that other man we found on the videotapes of your building a few years ago? He was in the hallway near your apartment door.”

I look over to make sure the couple isn’t looking and find that they have left. I nod my head at his question.” Yeah, but I thought that was a dead end. I thought they couldn’t find anything on him. That he practically didn’t exist.”

“Yes, until now. I have had Jacob doing his computer magic for awhile now, and he found something. The man, known as Merrick Conroy, was found on a black site.” I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion. He catches on and says, “ A black site is a website for humans who want to be supernaturals. It is like a chat network for them to talk about what they want to be and all that crap. But it is exclusive so all the “normal” weirdoes don’t find it. You have to have an extensive background check. Jacob found the guy on a black site call Veneficus, which means warlock in Latin. Word around the supernatural community is that the site is actually owned by a Warlock.

“They say he uses it to recruit humans to help him with unspeakable things. They say he is powerful, but nobody knows who exactly he is. Anyway, all Jake was able to find on Merrick was his name and the only address that was posted. But that was seven years ago. I highly doubt anyone he would live there anymore. But if you do decide to go, please take someone with you. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He looks like he knows what the answer will already be. But I guess he does. For more reasons than one.

I smile sadly at him. “Sammie, you know I work alone.” I put my hand on his shoulder and look into his eyes seriously. “You know I can handle myself. I have been able to for a long time. I know what I am doing.” I hope. But I block that thought before it can reach him. So where are you going now.

His eyebrow twitches for half a millisecond but I see it with my heightened senses. Curious. He only does that when he is hiding something. “Uh, well, Zachariah set up a meeting to discuss what we are going to do about that young were who has been causing trouble. You know, boring Council meeting with boring old werewolves.” He hands me the folder, then turns and walks to the end of the alley. As he is about to turn the corner, he says over his shoulder, “ Be safe Kiara. I love you.” Then he’s gone.

“ I love you too,” I mutter under my breath. “ And then there was one.” I let out an exhausted breath and look down at the file in my hand.

“ Actually there were two,” says a surprisingly clear voice behind me. I completely forgot about the homeless man.

I spin around to look at him. He looks really old with a scruffy grey beard and mustache. But his eyes look young. The hazel color is completely undiluted. I say, “ I thought you were asleep. You didn’t listen in on our conversation, did you?”

“ Maybe. Maybe not. All I know is I am hungry and I know someone named Merrick. Don’t know if his last is Conroy, though.”

“ So you were listening to our conversation.”

He ignores my statement. “ I will make you a deal. You get me some food, I’ll tell you what I know about Thin Merrick character.”

I think about that for a second. “Okay, deal. Don’t go anywhere. I will be right back.” I walk to the end of the alley and he says, “ I don’t have anywhere to go sweetheart.” The first part of the comment was what stopped me from growling at the man for calling me sweetheart.

I look around for the place that sells those delicious smelling hamburgers. I find it on the corner about two blocks down. I smell it before I see it. I walk in and am greeted with a long line. A growl tries to pull out of my chest, but I stamp it down. But I can’t stop the warm glow that reaches my eyes. Literally, my eyes start to glow a bright green.

As I walk up the line, I notice some people looking in my direction. I shut my eyes. By this time the line has dwindled greatly. The next thing I hear is “next” being shouted. The guy at the counter yells it again. I wonder who he is yelling at. Opening my eyes I see he is yelling at me. I blush when I see most of the joint is staring wide eyed at me. Oops, forgot about the eyes. I play it off and act natural. I order four hamburgers and two waters. The guy working the counter can’t stop looking at me, so I close my eyes until I hear him talk to the cook about my order. Good thing, too. Once I get food in my stomach, my eyes will cool off.

I walk off to sit in the waiting area, thankful for an excuse to sit down. I lay my head back and close my eyes for just a second. I realize I fell asleep when I hear a ding and my order number being called. I get my food and walk out the door. The cool breeze feels delightful on my face.

When I reach the alley I look around the trashcan and find the man gone. Not even a smell to tell he had been there and when he left. Argh, we had a deal. Last time I make a deal with an old homeless man. I have no idea why he would've left without his hamburger. “ Oh well, more for me,” I say to no one. But even saying that, I’m still agitated.

I walk out of the alley to the building next to it. I slug all the way up to my apartment door. Once I'm in the apartment, I walk into the kitchen; well more like trudge into it and plop onto one of my chairs. I pull out a hamburger and eat it. About a minute later I reach into the bag again and find it empty. Well, I must have really been hungry.

When I walk into my bedroom I fall asleep before my head hits the pillow. Wow, being awake for forty-eight hours really takes its toll.

My Angels

 

I love angels, so I also love drawing them. These are two of the ones I have done.

Rommie

This is one of my first drafts and I will definitely be posting again when I have made changes. This one is the a modern version of the Greek myth Andromeda and Perseus.

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Rommie

In truth, coming here was a kind of reprieve. A lone island, in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, five thousand miles away from New York City. Five thousand miles away from all the gossip, all the lies, all the fake people trying to come into your life just because you’re part of one of the richest family in the city. It’s actually kind of peaceful here. Something I haven’t felt in a long time. Ever since my dad moved from the insurance business in Oregon to inheriting several large investment companies in New York.

Now, here I am, on an island a long way away from anywhere because my mother pissed someone very powerful off. But apparently I am the one who gets sent away. I am the one who has to go to an all girls dorm and live with people I don’t even know. All until everything settles down and my mother apologizes. But I am not sure that is going to happen. My mother isn’t the apologetic type.

The boat ride over here was full of throwing up and lying down. I didn’t eat very much because of my seasickness. Everything I did eat always came back up. When the boat ride ended I practically jump off the boat and kissed the ground. But I didn’t since it smelled like dead fish. Which made sense because it seemed to double as a fish market and boating dock. The smell alone almost made me lose my appetite. Almost.

I asked the first person I saw where the closest place to eat was. He directed me to a local diner not far from the docks. It was within walking distance and right now that was pretty much all I wanted to do. My mom only let me bring a few pieces of my own clothing and the rest I had to buy here. So I only had two suitcases.

The walk to the diner was pleasant. Except for all the staring. I guess this place didn’t get many visitors. It was pretty obvious that I wasn’t from around here. I stuck out like sore thumb. While everybody here was wearing flannel shirts, worn jeans, and sneakers, I was wearing high heeled boots, a skirt, a tank top, and a black blazer. I also don’t think I have seen one person with fiery red hair.

But since I was starving, I ignored it all and focused on getting to the diner without getting lost.  It took about twenty minutes before I finally found it. It was a two story building with rotting wood and a freshly painted red door. It was really fitting too because the name of the establishment was Red Door Diner. It was actually quite quaint and it reminded me of one of those old diners they had in Oregon.

When I walk into the diner everything immediately becomes quite and all eyes are on me. I blush all the way down to my neck in embarrassment  and head over to a red vinyl  stool at the bar. Once I sit down the talking slowly start to come back. A sweet round woman wearing an apron came up and gave me a menu. “Don’t be intimidated by them,” she said in a surprising country drawl, “ they just ain’t used to newcomers ‘round here.” She gives me a smile that’s as sweet a sugar and walks away to get someone else’s order.

I look down at the menu and everything looks mouthwatering. Once I decide what I want, I look around for the nice woman and see that she is busy with someone else. I decide to wait until she is done since I don’t see anyone else. But when my stomach rumbles, I look again to see if I can find anyone else. And as I’m looking through the kitchen window I see a guy with hair as black as the night sky. He looked about my age and had the eyes of a lighting storm. It was as if they could sent bolts of lightning at you if you stared too long. And that was exactly what they were doing to me, because he was looking right at me.