Something is Wrong

It was about two weeks before we got home with Charlie and Bernard, but I still didn't feel anything towards them. Well not really anything, just a general seance of concern. Of course, I didn't really believe that I had the ability to seance something no one else could, but I couldn't deny the dread that filled my mind in the late hours of the night, or when Charlie would cry for no reason.

I really think something is wrong with him, he never stops crying. When it rains he cries, when he's being held he cries, when he's not near Bernard he cries. What's worse is that when he cries, so does Bernard, but Mom says that's because he can seance that Charlie is upset. I think it's just that Charlie is noisy.

Then there is the two of them having elf-like ears, which is strange on its own. I don't have elf ears, I don't understand why they would. Deciding to ask about it in the morning, I headed to bed. However, I couldn't sleep an icy forum haunting my every time I closed my eyes.

Deciding to further investigate, I climbed out of bed and headed towards the twins room. Pushing the door open, a shivered. An icy chill running down my spine as my breath swirled in front of my eyes. It was freezing in the room, with ice running up the walls.

"What the heck is going on?" I asked, tiptoeing my way in. "What is that?"

Leaning over Bernard's crib was a large figure, light reflecting off of the being's icy body. As it lifted his head, I let out a small whimper fear overtaking logic. It was humanoid but definitely not truly human in nature. They had icy blue skin, ice like hair.

"Oh, there is another one. Hm, you're not like the twins." He whispered, chuckling. "However I could still have some fun with you."

As the boy moved towards me, I shook the fear form my mind and willed my form to melt into my wolf form. I really don't know why I thought that I could take on the boy but, I was going to try.

Snarling, I lunged forward, biting hard on his leg, shivering at the painful chill and the bitter taste of salt.

With a harsh snarl, the man kicked. Unable to keep a grip, I skidded in the harshly frozen floor, a crack bringing a thick metallic taste to the back of my throat.

Coughing heavily, I whimpered at the red glint that landed in front of me, a sickening pain sending convulsions down my spine. A warmth informing me that I was bleeding quite heavily.

"Not bad Brat, you made me bleed. I'm going to make you regret that." He said, a light blue glow forming at is fingertips, fog blurring my vision.

The last thing I heard before blacking out, was my mother's voice. Too distant to hear exactly what she said.