Fatal Weekend (Part 2)

She started by crashing on the bed but ended up on the hardwood floor laying on a pillow. The place seems a bit organized other than the clothes o spread out everywhere along with the unmade bed. We enter the height of the afternoon as the sun prepares to go down within the next hour. She wakes up with a tribble of drool while wiping the sleep from her eyes.

This is Ava, late thirties.

Her apartment is decorated with photos of her work and replica pieces of vintage cameras. She glances over to her phone which is on twenty percent, unread emails, texts, and missed calls. Majority of them are mostly business follow ups with the exception of one unread text from MO.

She opens the text. "Still on for tonight? I went shopping."

Ava checks the time and realizes dinner time is on the horizon. She jumps up with an unexpected boost of energy. Feels good, like she's never felt before. She makes her way towards the bathroom and readies a shower, allows the steam to do it's thing.

A knock at the door.

Ava now fully dressed for a casual night in with jeans, t-shirt, and comfortable socks opens the door.

There stands Mo, short for Moses. A seasoned man who seems to be in his early forties and well traveled.

"Hungry yet?" Mo asks.

"Hell yeah!" said Ava.

Mo smirks and enters.

They have dinner in the kitchen near the window.

At the moment Ava is the only one feasting as she indulges. A meal of kobe beef steak, buttery mashed potatoes, and asparagus. Mo sips on what appears to be merlot while he swirls his glass.

He gazes out the window and takes a sip.

"How come you never eat? You one of those extreme fasters?" Ava asked.

Mo smirks. "Guess you can say I've mastered my appetite over the years." he replied.

Ava shrugs as if to say "oh well, more for me."

"You can cook yah ass off though." she says.

Mo nods. "Why thank you." he replies.

Ava finishes her meal.

"I brought dessert too whenever you're ready." Mo says.

"Oh, I'm ready." Ava responds.

Mo walks goes to the counter as Ava washes her meal down with wine. He returns with a rich slice of chocolate cake and a side of vanilla bean ice cream.

Ava's eyes light up as she views the treat. Mo sets it before her as she enjoys.

"So what you been up to?" Ava asks.

"Working and researching the presence of our people when this land was nothing but a wilderness. Ancient Africans explored the entire globe. Long nights but it's worth it. We were here before long before Columbus got lost." Mo says.

"Absolutely. We are the natives." Ava responds.

Ava checks social media and sees the reports of the incident in Vermont. A movie like crime scene with the married couple as the victims. A white sheet draped over Tony and Nina unconscious in a gurney wrapped in bandages.

"Oh my god." Ava says.

Mo stares to her. "Do you remember any of it?" he asks.

"Fuck you talking about?" Ava responds clueless.

"No? Lost of memory without intoxication, extreme energy boost, a monstrous appetite?" Mo ask.

Ava still doesn't get it.

"You have lycan DNA Ava. The older you become the stronger it grows." Mo says.

An unpleasant silence overtakes them.

Mo withdraws his cellphone and shows her a photo of a werewolf.

Ava stands up and panics.

"I don't understand. How do you know this, what are you?" she asked.

Mo smiles and reveals his exposed fangs.

Ava now scared as shit runs for the door but Mo beats her to it with his superhuman speed.

He holds his hand to her mouth and lifts her up with ease. She's fighting but it doesn't matter.

"Relax, relax Ava. The last thing I want to do is harm you. I love you." he says.

Throws Ava off as she stops fighting and listens.

"Listen to me. I found you up there. You were in a coma like sleep. I brought you back before sunrise. There are people most of the world has no idea of that hunt people like us. Use us as their weapons, fight their wars, and steal our abilities to remain in power. Now I'm going to remove my hand and do not scream. Grab only what you need because we have to go soon." Mo explains.

Mo removes his hand.

Ava pushes the shit outta him. " You fucking asshole!" she yells.

"Okay I deserved that but we have to go." Mo states.

Ava cries. "I killed them. Why didn't you stop me?" she asks.

"She'll live and her husband's spirit will not go in vain. He was a good man. Besides I had to allow nature to take it's course. That part of the process is inevitable." Mo tells her.

Ava cries more.

"Listen to me Ava, I'll explain more later but we really have to go." Mo says.

He holds still and detects footsteps from afar.

Ava stops and stares.

"You hear it too don't you? It's speeding up quicker than I could imagine." Mo states.

He opens a window that leads to an alley. He looks down as her apartment stands four stories high.

He holds his hand out.

The footsteps GROW CLOSER.

Whoever's on the other side bangs on Ava's door.

Ava grabs her backpack that's usually already packed with most of her needs as she throws a hoodie and sneakers on. She grabs her favorite camera and extends her hand to Mo.

Mo lifts Ava up and dashes outta the window.