Between the devil and the deep blue sea

"Wait a minute…" Martha's voice broke the silence between the both of them. 

She shook her head in the shock of the entire occurrence and story, unable to believe the words or even the reality of what she said. It was as though everything that her friend had spoken were just words to pull her legs and cause her to rack her brain for deep thoughts. 

"You mean to tell me, that, that man, who sat at the corner of the club, quietly, is the alpha's son?" She asked again. 

"What part of this entire story do you not understand?" Elissa asked. She grinned the words with so much annoyance in her tone, staring at her friend whom she thought was trying to redirect her thoughts to the mistakes she made. 

"The fact that he sat down there, quietly, without any one of us Knowing his true identity" Martha stressed. 

She had just too many questions in her mind. Why was he in the club? She had specifically chosen that club because humans patronized there the most. But in the hundreds of humans who partied and drank to their full and to stupor in the club, how was it that even a single person present wasn't able to detect who it was? 

He was seemingly rich, evident in his taste for drink and privacy, but didn't think he was as rich as being heir to an incredible and mystical race of people. 

Or was there a certain form of magic they used in their world that caused people of unlike blood to not take notice of who they were if they ever mingled with humans?

She shook her head in doubt. It was either humans were too drunk to mingle, or humans were not fans of mingling with others at all. 

"The major issue right now, Martha, is that he had sex with me, and he left. What if he did something to me?" She asked with sweat drops rolling down her face. 

"Something like what?" Martha paused and asked. 

"My mother told me stories of werewolves who were able to inflict others through their bites. She said humans could become beasts if a werewolf ever bit them" Elissa said again. 

"And do you see any markings on your body?" Martha questioned sarcastically. She had her hands folded, and placed on her chest as she stared at Elissa with raised eyebrows. 

Elissa stood at the other end, her fingers and her eyes, searching for traces of markings on her skin. 

"I can't tell." Elissa answered. 

"That's because there isn't, Elissa. I can see your entire body, except underneath your dress. Besides, if there was a marking on your body, it would have been the first pain you would feel, and the first thing I would have seen when I opened the door for you" Martha said to her. 

The other heaved a heavy sigh. It was as though a heavy burden caused by the thoughts of her mother's story was lifted away from her shoulders

"Wait a minute." Martha said as an idea suddenly popped in her mind.

"Did he use protection?" Martha asked 

"I was drunk, and possibly asleep. I didn't know if he did or not. Plus, there wasn't anything seen in the room when I was awake. It was as if I was all alone in the room" Elissa said as her thoughts were redirected to the hotel room. 

"Then that's the only thing you'll have to be bothered about" Martha said. 

The other halted in her constant pacing, and looked towards her friend whose eyes were directed towards the ground. 

"I don't get it" she said. 

"What don't you get, Elissa? You're literally eighteen for heaven's sake" Martha groaned, running her hands through her hair as though she was frustrated. 

"If there is one thing I know, most people aren't good with the withdrawal method during sex, and if he didn't use protection, then it's obvious that something is certainly going to pop in that stomach of yours." Martha said as she pointed her fingers at her. 

"I don't believe it" Elissa responded after a few seconds of hearing Martha's words, shaking her head in negation towards what she said. 

"What don't you believe?" Martha asked. 

"I don't believe anything bad would happen" Elissa said. She suddenly developed a faith that sounded obtuse to her friend. She had her hands around her stomach, rubbing it as she denied the thoughts that grew in her head, trying to assure herself that what had happened between her and Zeph was just a mistake which would never happen again. 

"What makes you think so?" Martha asked. She leaned against the head rest of the chair as she looked at her friend, trying to conceive the thoughts that she was gradually running insane. 

"Look, as long as I don't have to think of him, or even have to see him again, I'm sure everything will be fine. I just need to remain positive" Elissa said as he walked and fell on the chair. 

"I hope your positivity shields you from whatever is to come. I'll be here if you need my advice again. Trust me, the best thing to do, is to do some general check-up in the hospital. That way, we can truly rely on your positivity" Martha advised. 

But the other never paid attention. She was seated with her eyes closed, and her heart uttering words of prayer to what she held sacred within. But at the same time, within the positivity she held on to, was the fear of what would happen if Martha was ever right. 

What would her parents say? What answers would be fit or justifiable enough to shield her from the blames and the curses prompted by her actions? All of these thoughts, she battled with them in her mind, without a single answer for any of them. It was only certain, that she was between the devil and the deep blue sea, with no options of escape.