Freedom Caster Chapter 4

Freedom Caster

Written By: Danielle Myre 

Rough Draft!

Chapter 4

“Just a moment,” Karah tells me and dials a number and asks for a man named Kane. “Hello dear,” she says into the phone. She gives the man named Kane Rich’s license plate number and explains what happened. “Could you come take care of this? Yes I know. Okay. I will talk to you later. I love you.”

I look at her and she smiles. “You are going to regret this,” Rich says to me.

“Oh my,” Karah sighs, “You haven’t learnt your lesson. Well I’ve just called my son and he will be here soon. He’s a detective.” Rich spits on the ground in front Karah. She shakes her head and reaches down and pinches his neck. His eyes roll back into his head and falls back to the round.

I stare dumbfounded at her. “What did you just do?”

“Pressure point. Let’s get going. We have a bit of a drive. I live in Gold Point Missouri.” My heart stops beating for a minute and I stop breathing. “Lily,” I ask my wolf inside my head. “Isn’t gold point where the Golden Wolf Clan lives?” Yes, Sashi. I think this woman is part of the clan. She has power rolling off of her. But if she is part of the clan then she has to report me to them Lily. Maybe we should leave. She can’t tell that you aren’t human Sashi. Because you are so unique you smell like a human. She won’t find out or tell.

“Shall we get going?” Karah asks. I turn and look at the unconscious Rich. “Oh he will be passed out for another 20 minutes or so. Kane will be here soon. You will meet Kane in the next few weeks when we comes home. Let’s get a move on. I want to be home before dawn.”

Karah leads me to her car and opens the trunk of a sporty red car. I put my bag of clothes next to several shopping bags. She smiles at me and opens the passenger door for me before moving to the driver’s side. I slip into the tan leather seats and silently pray I don’t have mud on me.

We pull out of the McDonalds parking lot and weave through cars. She gets on the interstate and pushes the car to almost 90 miles an hour. She pays attention to the road and I snuggle into the warm seat and watch out the window. We remain silent for only a few minutes.

“Well,” Karah says, “Tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”

“Sashi,” I say. I don’t want to use a fake name again.

“So where are you from?” I face forward and shift in my seat. I don’t want to lie to her. I remain silent for several minutes. “Are you in trouble?”

“Kind of but at the same time no,” I say slowly. “I ran away. I was supposed to be ma-” I stop. I can’t say mated or she will know instantly that I’m not human. Humans don’t say mated. I fake a cough and clear my throat. “I was supposed to be married to someone I hated. He treated me like crap and his family treated me worse. They used me and I couldn’t take it anymore so I left. And I don’t want to talk about it again. I want to forget and move on with my life.”

Karah remains silent for a while. “I said this when I met you a little bit ago Sashi but I don’t do things for people. I help people and donate but I never bring them home with me. I’m a private person and always have been. That’s how I was raised. However,” she stops and takes a breath, “I don’t know. I have a feeling about you. I feel like you will change my family around.”

I look at her and inhale sharply. I can literally feel the truth radiating off of her. With the magic that runs through my veins I can always tell when people are lying or telling the truth. “I don’t want to lie to you,” I whisper under my breath.

I feel Karah’s eyes on me. “What do you mean?” 

I smile sadly at her. “I know what you are.”

She slams on the breaks and jerks over to the side of the interstate. “What are you talking about Sashi?”

I turn in my seat a bit and face her. I show her my empty hands and place them together. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. In my bag I have four leaf clover encased in crystal. The first time I controlled my magic I made that. I focus on bringing that little crystal to me. Within a few seconds I feel it materialize between my hands. I open my hands and show Karah the crystal. “I’m not human either.” 

Freedom Caster Chapter 3

Freedom Caster

Written by: Danielle Myre 

Rough Draft! 

What are your thoughts about this story so far? 

Do I need to be clear about anything? 

Are you confused about anything? 

Suggestions or comments? 

Leave a comment if you want to share your thoughts. Any and all tips are greatly appreciated!

Thank you so much everyone!

~Danielle 

Chapter 3

A huge jolt wakes me up. Panic hits me for a second before I remember that I am in Rich’s truck. The smell in here seems worse than before. I groan and sit up straight. We are now in city limits but where I do not know.

“How was your nap?” Rich asks.

“Where are we?” I mumble, ignoring his question.

“Just entered Iowa. We will stop for supper soon and maybe get some rest. You were moaning a lot in your sleep so I’m sure you’re still tired. I don’t rent hotels so we can just crash in the back.” Rich points backwards to his sleeping cabin and I can feel my skin crawl. I wouldn’t go back there even if I was dead.

It’s dark out. I must have slept quite a while. And I’m hungry again. I rub my stomach. But this time I need real blood. “Are we by any hospitals? I need to run in and get a prescription. I promise I will be real quick.” Rich looks over to my body and I can feel him becoming impatient. I need to get out of here before things escalate. “I need to take my meds with food. Maybe you can get some food while I pick up my stuff and then we can get some rest in back?” I point to the cabin to try and be more convincing. He believes me and smiles.

Rich drops me off at the local small hospital and tells me he will meet me at the McDonalds down the street. I watch him drive off and I smirk to myself. He really fell for that one. I walk into the small hospital and look around. Where would blood bags be? It’s not like I can walk up to someone and ask them were they keep their blood supply. Focus Sashi. Let you magic lead you to where they are.

Okay Lily. I close my eyes and let my magic take over my senses. I feel it pull me straight and let it lead me. I open my eyes and let instinct move me. Soon I find myself in front of a few fridges near the pharmacy. That was easy. Before I open the frig I freeze. A shiver slides up my back and I know I’m being watched. I cannot sense anyone on the room so it must be a camera. Wonderful.

I use my magic to find the one and only camera in the room. Thankfully my face has been turned away from it the entire time. I breathe and focus and wrap my magical energy around the camera and squeeze. It shatters and falls to the ground. I use my sleeve to cover my hand before I open the door and grab a few bags out. Quickly I open my garbage bag and place them inside. But my nose catches something amiss. I can smell Rich in my bag.

Fury hits and I rummage through my bag. It’s gone! One of my most prized possessions is gone. Only two things in this world mean the world to me. The first is a photo of me and my dad from when I was seven years old. The second is the necklace my dad gave me on my sixth birthday. Those are the only things I cherish and Rich has my necklace.

With massive amounts of speed behind my stride I exit the hospital in less than thirty seconds. I smell Rich down the street and I narrow in on his scent. I round the corner and he is standing outside his truck with three big bags of food in his arms. Before he knows it I’m standing in front of him. He drops the bags of food in shock and smiles at me.

“Where is it?” I demand.

“Where’s what doll?” he smirks.

I shove him against his truck so hard it dents the metal. My eyes narrow at him. “You have ten seconds to give me back my necklace or you will regret it.”

Rich kicks my knee cap and I drop to the ground and rub the tender spot. I may be a hybrid but that still hurts like hell. “You are a fool darlin’. Did you honestly think you could get some free food and a ride and walk away? I don’t think so.” He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head up to face him. “You are going to get into my truck and crawl back into the cab and thank me for all that I’ve done for you.”

Power and energy surges through me. Sashi! Lily gasps inside me. It’s too late. I let the power build. Rich is going to dearly regret this.

“What’s going on here?!” a woman’s voice shrieks. Rich and I both turn and see a dark haired woman approach. My power bottoms out and panic hits me in the gut. She’s a werewolf! Why does it have to be a wolf?

“This is my daughter. I caught her trying to steal and run away with my truck.” Rich lies smoothly while yanking me up off the ground. 

The woman’s eyes land on mine. “Is this true?”

“No,” I say very clearly. “He’s trying to rape me.” 

“You little bitch,” Rich mumbles under his breath. He thinks the woman won’t hear him because she is still several feet away. Little does he know that she is a werewolf and has very sensitive hearing.

“You let this young woman go. Now!” the woman’s voice demands.

Rich pushes me away and I fall to the ground to appear human. “Look here ma’am. My child has issues and I don’t appreciate you budding in. I will take of her so please mind your own damn business.”

The woman stalks up to Rich and grabs his hand away from me. I hear a loud pop and crunch and Rich falls to the ground whimpering and swearing. He calls her a bitch and tries to knock her to the ground, but instead he face plants himself into the cold concrete.

She reaches her hand out to me and I grab it and she helps me off the ground. “Thanks,” I say. She smiles at me and turns to Rich while grabbing her cell phone. Before she starts dialing I touch her hand.

I squat down and grab Rich’s collar and force him to face me. His nose is bleeding and I feel my teeth shift. My body may want his blood but I sure has hell don’t. “Give me my back my necklace.” He shoots daggers at me with his eyes but reaches down to his pocket and pulls out my gold locket. I snatch it away from him and put it on. I usually never take it off but I didn’t want to lose it when I ran from that place. It won’t come off again, ever.

“My name is Karah,” the lady tells me. She grabs my garbage bag of clothes and hands it to me. I mumble a thanks and start walking away. “How about coming home with me?”

I stop and turn and face her. Seriously? “Thanks but no thanks. Look where trusting someone got me. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“I don’t do things like this. But I like you. The second I saw you I knew that you were different. I’d like to offer you a job.”

Sashi, I like her. Her wolf feels good. I think she can help us. I mentally sigh at Lily. Sashi, she’s not like the wolves from home. She won’t betray us. I can feel it. I know you can too. I close my eyes and let my power caress the woman named Karah. I can feel how powerful she is. She has strength and age behind her 30 year old face. But that’s not all. Lily is right. I can feel a connection to her. There is something about her that makes me want to follow her. She feels like she could be my home. I’ve never doubted my senses or Lily and I’m not about to start now.

“Okay,” I whisper. I feel Lily smile and jump inside me. I smile too.

Freedom Caster Chapter 2

Freedom Caster

Written by: Danielle Myre 

Targeted audience: Adults! 

This is a rough draft! 

Chapter 2

When I step in to the diner several heads turn towards me including the woman whose clothes I’m wearing. She gives me a little smile not suspecting anything and turns back to her little boy. My heart clenches. I’m so sorry.

                “Table for one?” a blonde waitress comes up to me. I nod and she smiles. “Right this way please.” I follow the waitress to a small corner table and sit down. She hands me a menu and asks me what I would like to drink. I tell I want coffee with lots a creamer and sugar. She nods and leaves me alone.

                I flip through the menu and my stomach growls. I’m so hungry. Breathe. You will have food soon. But I’m hungry Lily. And I’m thirsty. I feel Lily caress my mind to try and comfort me. We will have to stop and get you blood. But where? I won’t feed off anyone and I don’t know where a hospital is to swipe a bag of blood is. Shush. We will figure something out. Get your meat close to raw. That will tide you over until we come up with something.

                “Are you ready to order?” a different waitress asks me while setting down my coffee.

                “First off can I get a two blueberry muffins?” She writes down my order and nods. “I’d like two servings of steak and eggs. Eggs cooked well and steaks rare. Very rare. Also a plate of pancakes and hash browns. A bowl of fruit would be nice too.” The waitress stares at me with wide, gawking eyes. “Please hurry. And please bring the muffins out right away.” She scrambles away and leaves me alone.

                I down my coffee and wait for my muffins. A large gentleman watches me. He raises his cup of coffee to me and winks. I give a little nod back and turn my attention to the window. The clouds are thick and I can smell rain. That will cover up any trace of me if it’s out there.

Someone brings me my blueberry muffins and tells me my order will be out within fifteen minutes. I finish each jumbo muffin in three bites and wait. I hear some ruffling and the man that was watching me sits on the other side of my table and smiles. I can feel Lily growling at him within me. Shush.

“Is there something you need?” I ask firmly.

He smiles at me. “I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you traveling?” I shrug and ignore his question. “Well, I don’t mean to be bothering you but I heard your order and I’m curious where a little thing like you is going to put all the food.” I meet his eyes and smile while I pat my tummy. “Well then, I’d like to make a little bet with you. If you can eat all the food without throwing up I’ll buy your meal for you.”

My interest peaks. “And if I don’t?”

“Then you will have to buy my meal and your own.” He smiles.

That’s all? I don’t trust him Sashi. I don’t trust him either but he’s human. If he has anything up his sleeve so to speak we can easily stop him. We don’t have much money and if he is offering to pay we are taking him up on it. Just be leery. I smell several different females on him. I nod mentally and look at the man in front of me. “You have a bet.” He smiles and nods his head.

“Darcy! I’d like a piece of apple pie.” He calls out to a waitress. “And bring over a pot of coffee.” I hear a woman yell that she will be right over. “I’m Richard by the way. Call me Rich.”

“I’m,” I pause and lie, “Shelly.” Rich flashes me his yellow teeth and nods.

Not long after Darcy brings over his pie and coffee my order comes out. The waitress places all the plates on the table. There is barely room to fit them all. Rich cannot stop laughing. He thinks he is going to win this bet. He has no idea how much a werewolf eats let along a vampire were hybrid with a large touch of witch magic. He’ll be broke after breakfast.

Lily was right, the rare meat helps calm my thirst. I eat my steaks first and then everything else. I’ve become first row entertainment for the small diner. With each bite more people come to observe.  Once I’m done with my first order of food I order another plate of pancakes and more steak and eggs. Then I add on three slices of the apple pie that Rich has been eating. I put my fork down and sigh happily.   

“Thanks for the meal,” I smile and get out of the booth and grab my garbage bag. I walk out before he decides that he can’t pay for the meal.

I start walking down the road looking for a car willing to pick up a hitch hiker. Then I smell and hear Rich behind me. Slowly I face him. “I didn’t think you could do it. I’ve never seen a person eat that much. Are you sure you’re human?” I freeze and not because of his comment. A scent hits my nose and my body shivers with fear even though he is still miles away. Michael! Sashi we need to get out of here!

I smile at Rich. “Any chance you are heading out of this area? I need to catch a ride.” His yucky smile gets bigger and points behind him with his thumb at a black semi.

“Let’s get out of here then. Where are you heading?”

“Where ever you are.” I link my arm with his to encourage him to hurry. He walks me to his rig and I climb into the passenger side and slam the door shut. A putrid smell of sweat and sex hits me and makes me gag. If Michael wasn’t out there I’d be out of this truck before I even sat down. 

“Well alright darlin’ let’s hit the road.” Rich revs the engine and honks the horn and takes off instantly. The wheels spin in the gravel on the side of the road and makes me grip the seat for dear life. I may be a hybrid and very, very if not impossible to kill but this man’s driving scares me. He himself scares me a bit. I don’t fear him. I just fear what he has done and what he will try to do to me. If he tries that on me he may not make it out of my presence alive. I fear killing him, but a part of me gets excited thinking about his blood on my hands. 

Freedom Caster (Novel) Chapter 1

Freedom Caster

Title subject to change if I think of something better. 

Written by: Danielle Myre.

I've put a lot of hard work into this novel as I do with all of my works. Please do not steal!

This is a rough draft. I'm posting so you can feel free to share your tips and tricks and tell me if I should do something differently. I can't grow unless you help me. Thanks!  

Targeted audience: For adults! 

Chapter One

Run! Run and don’t look back! I keep telling myself this over and over again as I run with all my strength through the woods. If they find me I will wish I was really dead instead of just faking my death.

“No!” a howl breaks through the woods. I trip over a root and land in a freezing and muddy water puddle. My body freezes in place as I feel the magic of a shift take place. Michael! If his wolf finds me I’m done. I fly off the ground and move. I will not be caught! I will not stay here. I won’t be a lab rat anymore. I’m finally free and it’s going to stay that way!

You need to get into human territory! Michael is only a few miles away and I don’t know if the mud and leaves will hide your scent from his wolf. He is dangerous Sashi! And he can’t control his wolf without you. My wolf, Lily, says in my head.

“I know Lily,” I speak back to her silently. "We are almost there," she urges me. 

 I can hear the high way now. It’s about ten miles away. We are almost there! I slow down a little bit to sense where the most traffic and people are. I also smell food! My stomach growls and my teeth throb. I haven’t eaten in over 30 hours. I need to get some nourishment before I go mad with hunger.

Quickly I move in the direction of the diner I smell. After running for twenty minutes I see the orange and red light of sunrise through the trees. I break out of the woods and land myself in the middle of a busy road. A black SUV honks the horn and swerves to miss me. I quickly get out of their way and jog towards the diner.

Several people are outside smoking and I cough and hold my breath. I hear them whisper at my messy attire and I pause. Crap! I run around the side of the diner and into a dingy truck stop bathroom. The bathroom smells like sex and blood and urine and makes me want to gag. I need to change out of these mud and leaf covered clothes. Quickly I peel off my huge over sized farmers coat and drop it to the floor. The garbage bag full of clothes and my important belongings lands on top of the coat.

If you change clothes this close they might pick up your scent Sashi. Even around all these people? You can’t risk it. I sign and nod. Lily is right, like always. But what do I do?

My ear twitches under my black cap. I lift it up and listen to the voices outside. “Mum,” a little boy wines, “Can we please stay at a hotel tonight? I’m tired of being on the road.”

“We will be to auntie’s tomorrow morning if we stay on the road Joey,” a woman’s voice calmly speaks. “Then you can rest on a nice big bed. Let’s go and get some food for now.”

They move into the diner and I wait for a few moments before I sneak out. Thankfully their car is parked near the bathroom and not around anyone. I move quickly to the car and use the inherited magical power running through my veins to will the locks to open. They click and I open the front door and press the trunk button. I find several suit cases and guilt hits for a second. I promise I won’t steal or rob people of their belongings once I’m not running for my life.

Hurry! I nod and rummage through the suitcases for things that don’t look too expensive. I grab a pair of jeans and a plain long sleeve shirt. Take the shoes and sweater too. They will help cover your scent. I want to argue with Lily, but I grab the zip up sweater and black boots. Before I shut the trunk I grab a bottle of perfume. I can sense that Lily is curious about that.

I run back the bathroom and quickly strip off my old clothes and put on the strange woman’s items. Then I take the perfume and open it and dump it all over my discarded muddy clothes. My nose retches at the scent and Lily moans uncomfortably. Why did you have to do that?! "It will cover my scent," I say back to her in my head. "The inside of the clothes smell like me." Oh. Okay then. Let’s eat. Before leaving the bathroom I grab my garbage bag of clothes and hug it closely to my body. 

My Targeted Audience(s)

Lately I have been expanding my writing range. At first I was just writing for a young adult audience, but I've expanded into more adult centered themes. My newer writing involves supernatural sex if anyone is curious. Whether I'm writing for young adults or adults most of my work (about 90%) centers around supernatural themes. I happen to have an addiction to vampires and werewolves. Anyone else share my addiction? Anyways, my blog will contain works for both young adults and adults. I will specify which audience I am targeting when I post a new story. 

MIA

I've been MIA (missing in action) for far to long. I was talking with someone from work last night and telling her about my plans to become a best selling author someday. Then I told her I have a blog. She asked what it's called and I forgot my own blog. That is bad. I know I've been busy and have had my plate over filled for a while but I how could I forget my own blog?! I tell people all the time how much I love writing and that is so true. But I think I need to let more people see my work. I've kind of been afraid that people would steal my work and that's one of the reasons why I never put more of my work out on the internet. But how will people know me and my work if I don't show it off more? I'm proud of my works of art and want them to be read and I want to know what people think. 

New Years Resolutions:

1. Don't forget my blog! That means more posts, add tons of my already completed work, come up with new ideas, and etc.
2. Get healthy and sexy. Anyone need a diet buddy? 
3. Pay off debt! And get a new car. 
4. I need boyfriend so I'm going to work hard to find my Mr. Right. 
5. Laugh, smile, and have fun. Live!

All of these things are doable. Here I go! 

~Danielle 

Over-reacting PANIC

Over-reacting PANIC

By: Danielle Myre 03/15/2014

All I feel is panic, 

No words come out, 

It all races, 

And I’m engulfed in fear.

My heart races, 

A frenzy starts, 

The tears burn,

What is there to cling to?

I need something,

Anything,

Before I fall,

All is crumbling.

Overreaction, 

I know very well,

Chest is tight, 

I can’t find my air.

Where do I look? 

My stomach curls, 

Panic is increasing. 

There is no end.

Something to hold on to,

Anything at all, 

This overwhelming panic,

Where do you come from?

All is thought up,

Fear brings it out,

I know very well,

This over reacting panic.

Ridiculous thoughts,

This is common knowledge,

But how to get rid of them? 

These foolish overreactions.

Stand Strong (poem)

Stand Strong

Danielle Myre 

02/12/2014

I can't let go, 

And I won't lose control, 

I'll find a way, 

This is what I say. 

Let the passion burn, 

Don't be concerned, 

Stand firm, 

And learn!

It won't be easy, 

Nothing ever is,

But I will stand strong,

And I won't go wrong. 

This is what I decide, 

But mostly what I desire, 

They are one in the same,

This is my game. 

When things get hard, 

Don't lose control, 

Stand up and fight, 

Be bright! 

This might take long, 

But I won't give up,

I will stand strong, 

And I won't go wrong! 

Why do I write?

      I used to hate reading. I hated reading so much that I would guess when I needed to take a test that required reading and answering questions. But that changed with one of my middle school teachers. She required us to read books in a group and write and answer questions about those books. When she told us that on the first day of class my heart started to race. 
      At first I didn't believe that I would actually enjoy reading. But I fell in love with reading. That was the first time I went to the library to pick out books to read for fun. As I read more and more my mind started to changes scenes in the books. I did that constantly and changed the book into something completely different inside my head. I eventually got through the book as it was but I still stopped peripherally to think about what I would do with the story and how I would play out the scene. 
      However, even though I started doing that to books I didn't start writing stories until I reached high school. I started with poems in middle schooled and moved up to stories when I reached my freshman year. That's when my world changed. 
      I wrote my first story. It was very bad and now lost to a broken down old computer. But when I started writing that first story my heart welled with so much excitement and happiness. That's when I realized I wanted to write books. 
      I continued to write during high school and got better and better. I started and finished the first book that I truly loved during high school. And I still love this book. It remains one of my favorites that I have written and I can't wait to share it with the world.
      My writing career is just starting and I still have a long way to go. It may be a little while before my favorite book reaches the shelves but I know that it will. Getting published will probably be a very long and hard process but I will never get up. Writing is what makes me who I am. That is why I write and why I will never give up.   

Live (poem)

Live 

01/27/2014

-Danielle Myre 

Each breath grows, 

Everyone knows, 

Breathe in life, 

As sharp as a knife. 

Make a choice, 

Share your voice, 

Stand tall, 

And never fall. 

Live like it's the end, 

Always defend, 

Look them in the eye, 

Never breathe a lie. 

Find the path, 

Show no wrath, 

Live each day, 

That's all you say. 

Start (poem)

Start

01/28/2014

-Danielle Myre

Fear eats away, 

Strikes with a dart, 

The days turn grey, 

And fall apart. 

Goodbye I say, 

I'll find my part, 

I'll make sure to pray, 

This will be the start. 

I'll try not to stray, 

I'll find my art, 

I'll make each day, 

And live with my heart 

My life changed in 2013

      It has been a long time since I have posted anything. So to start off with my first post of 2014 I want to share how wonderful 2013 was for me. 
      For the longest time I was having trouble finding work because I used to have migraines so bad I couldn't function. However, Lady Luck struck me and I found a way to keep the migraines under control. I looked for work but no avail. It was saddening because I didn't have any money and my mom was working her butt off trying to support herself and me. It was a difficult time. But then Lady Luck struck again. 
      I was helping my mom's friend look for a job on craigslist. While I was helping her luck guided me. I found an ad asking for a caregiver for an adorable 90 year old woman (Margie). I replied to the ad and started talking with Margie's daughter, Lisa. A couple of days later Lisa and I met.
      During my meeting with Lisa we discussed various things while getting acquainted. I felt wonderful after the meeting and wanted the job of caring for her mother even more. Soon after my prayers were answered and I got the job.
      On  July 30, 2013 I moved into my new apartment, and the next day I started my new job of caring for and helping Margie. Since then I have learned a lot of different things. Every day is an adventure and completely different from the day before. I never know what to expect when I wake up. 
      Because of Margie and her family my life has changed completely. I'm so happy and blessed to be part of all of their lives. I've learned so much from all of them and I'm so grateful for the days I have with them. 
      And because of them I have started a new blog. It is dedicated to Margie. I'm going to share all the adventures that I have had with her and all the adventures that I will have with her. I also want to share tips and tricks that I use so anyone who has a loved one suffering through dementia will have some ideas of how to handle different situations. 

http://dementia-adventures.blogspot.com/