|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:13 pm
Chapter Three
Interrogations and Bitchy Blind Folds
“Un-blindfold me!” The young wolf girl screamed as she let loose a long stream of French profanities and threats that the cops didn’t understand. She shook her chair in a futile attempt to break free. She let out an exasperated scream. These idiots knew nothing about her! Then again, that’s what she had worked for. To be an unknown child and to have them know nothing. She felt a hand slam against her face and she whimpered from the pain. Then she screamed at them to un-blindfold her.
The brothers, Heratio and Maynard Johnson, didn’t particularly like stubborn werewolves. In fact, they down right hated them. And this little runt in front of them was and extremely large nuisance. So rude. They were nearly ready to give in and remove the rag on her face so they could get a few answers. Just then, D.J. walked into the viewing room and watched them through the one-way window. Maynard spoke up, as Heratio was just about to take off the blindfold. “Why don’t we let the new-comer take care of her, since he’s the one that found her.” Heratio pulled his hands away and led his bother out to the viewing room.
“The little brat is being difficult and we figured, since you found her, you could get a few words in.” D.J. nodded slowly, thinking about what he was getting himself into. The outcome wasn’t going to be good.
Heratio opened the door slightly and the small viewing room was flooded with many swears, both English and what D.J. thought was French. He sighed, preparing himself, and walked into the even smaller interrogation room. The door shut and locked behind him, sealing him the room with the loud wolf. This concerned him. He gave the brothers a worried look and they gave him four thumbs up. D.J. rolled his eyes, as if he could’ve resisted…
He stepped forward and tried to quiet the girl down, his patience wearing thin. “Could you please… shut your mouth.” He stood in front of her. “ You act as though you can’t even hear me.”
“Get this goddamned thing off my face! Or I swear I will kill all you hell-bound leeches!” The wolf’s threats were less… threatening. She was tiring herself out. D.J. gripped her shoulder firmly, and shook her enough to make her cringe.
Then the light went on in his head and his brown eyes widened. His hand released her shoulder about the same time as she spit in his face. D.J. lifted his hand slightly and slapped her across the face with most of his strength. Her head snapped to one side and he walked around her chair, putting himself behind her.
Her head was waving around as he grabbed the blindfold and yanked it back. “Hold still,” He said calmly and monotone, not that it mattered to her. He slides the blindfold over her head and turned her head toward him. “You’re very loud for a deaf child.” He mouthed, no sound coming from his mouth. The girl’s face was in half shock, half anger.
“Do they know?” Her voice was dripping with acidic disgust. Her eyes showed her hatred, as well as more than a touch of fear. What could she possibly fear? Oh wait… I did hit her…D.J. thought to himself.
“Well I didn’t tell them… did you?” He said lightly. The facial expressions were more than enough of an answer, of course the hand gesture from the handcuffs made him laugh slightly.
(I have to say.... D.J. is a peaceful soul. It's just his human/vampire reaction to smack those who spit in his face. She asked for it.)
No idea what page.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 4:54 pm
Blood_Thorn07 Chapter Three
Interrogations and Bitchy Blind Folds
“Un-blindfold me!” The young wolf girl screamed as she let loose a long stream of French profanities and threats that the cops didn’t understand. She shook her chair in a futile attempt to break free. She let out an exasperated scream. These idiots knew nothing about her! Then again, that’s what she had worked for. To be an unknown child and to have them know nothing. She felt a hand slam against her face and she whimpered from the pain. Then she screamed at them to un-blindfold her.
The brothers, Heratio and Maynard Johnson, didn’t particularly like stubborn werewolves. In fact, they down right hated them. And this little runt in front of them was and extremely large nuisance. So rude. They were nearly ready to give in and remove the rag on her face so they could get a few answers. Just then, D.J. walked into the viewing room and watched them through the one-way window. Maynard spoke up, as Horatio was just about to take off the blindfold several unsuccessful minutes later. “Why don’t we let the new-comer take care of her, since he’s the one that found her.” Horatio pulled his hands away and led his bother out to the viewing room.
“The little brat is being difficult and we figured, since you found her, you should get a few words in.” one of the brothers said. D.J. nodded slowly, thinking about what he was getting himself into. The outcome wasn’t going to be good.
Horatio opened the door slightly and the small hallway next to the viewing room was flooded with many swears, both English and what D.J. thought was French. He sighed, preparing himself, and walked into the even smaller interrogation room. The door shut and locked behind him, sealing him the room with the loud wolf. This concerned him. He gave the brothers a worried look and they gave him four thumbs up. D.J. rolled his eyes, 'As if I could have resisted,' he thought to himself.
He stepped forward and tried to quiet the girl down, his patience wearing thin quickly. “Could you please… shut your mouth.” He stood in front of her. “ You act as though you can’t even hear me. Just please be quiet!”
“Get this god-damned thing off my face! Or I swear I will kill all you hell-bound leeches!” The wolf’s threats were growing less threatening. She was tiring herself out. D.J. gripped her shoulders firmly, and shook her enough to make her cringe.
Then the light went on in his head and his brown eyes widened. His hand released her shoulder about the same time as she spit in his face. D.J. lifted his hand slightly and slapped her across the face with most of his strength. Her head snapped to one side with frightening speed and he walked around her chair, putting himself behind her. She looked as though she was in shock at the force behind the slap.
Her head was waving around as he grabbed the blindfold and yanked it back. “Hold still,” He said calmly and monotone, not that it mattered to her. He slid the blindfold over her head and turned her head toward him. “You’re very loud for a deaf child.” He mouthed, no sound coming from his mouth. The girl’s face was in half shock, half anger.
“Do they know?” Her voice was dripping with acidic disgust. Her eyes showed her hatred, as well as more than a touch of fear. 'What could she possibly fear? Oh wait… I did hit her,' D.J. thought to himself with mild regret.
“Well I didn’t tell them, did you?” He inquired lightly. The facial expressions were more than enough of an answer, of course the hand gesture from the handcuffs made him laugh slightly. "I don't think that's necessary," he told her, shaking his head.(I have to say.... D.J. is a peaceful soul. It's just his human/vampire reaction to smack those who spit in his face. She asked for it.) No idea what page. I think I did a decent job editing this one ^_^
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 8:09 pm
"Could you please untie one of my hands...?" Seiri asked quietly, her voice hoarse from all the yelling. He shook his head slowly, pondering the reasons why she could want one hand freed and deciding that none could be good for him. She stared at the floor, a pout on her face. He caved, being the guy he is, and undid one of the cuffs, clasping it to the chair.
Her hand flexed then reached up to her shoulder. Her shirt shifted and he saw a deep cut that looked like it ran down her chest and part of her back. His eyes widened slightly and she noticed. "It was a scar...and it hurts like a b***h, in case you're wondering." Her French ascent was growing thicker with each word she spoke.
“It looks really bad… from what I can see of it, I mean.” He looked at it a bit closer. “It looks like there’s something in it. I’m not sure what, though.”
“Silver… they put silver in the cut.” She said, her jaw tense. It looked as though it was going to break it from the strain. The pain leaked into her voice, causing it to break slightly.
“Why would someone put silver in a cut? It doesn’t do anything to the blood.” He asked, very confused. His eyebrows knitted themselves together as he tried to explain it in his head. She answered first…
“Silver is poisonous to werewolves. Don’t you know that?” She put her hand over the wound lightly. At the same time, Maynard burst through the door, followed by his brother who stayed in the doorway, out of the girl's view.
“What do you think you are doing!?” He started shouting. He grabbed her arm and twisted it so she couldn’t move it. Heratio was right behind him with a strip of silver and a pocketknife. He sliced a line on her palm and she tried to break free of Maynard’s hold. Heratio put the silver over the cut and tied a cloth over it, keeping it in the cut.
Her face twisted in pain as the silver ran through her blood stream. She whimpered slightly. D.J. leaned on the metal table that lay in the middle of the room; his knuckles were white under the pressure. He was trying- and mostly failing- to control his anger and not lunge over the table at them. No matter what or who she is, that shouldn't even be legal. She's a child! Heratio went over to him, but kept some distance for safety. “Keep her tied up or you may end up in the same position.” He waned,his voice was low, then walked out with his brother at his heels.
D.J. watched them leave, then sat down in a chair across from the girl. On the other side of the door, Heratio offered to get coffee from the Dunkin Donuts a block and a half away. So he left his brother alone to watch to wolf girl and D.J. Maynard was asleep 5 minutes later. Normally, a block and a half trip would take a vampire mere minutes (he would have to wait fro the coffee. But walking at human speed, it could take up to 15 minutes.I'm so done with this s**t.
He knew that no one was watching, so he wasn’t worried about anyone over hearing or stopping him. He looked over at the girl and realized that he didn’t know her name. He stood and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen, and wrote, “What should I call you? Or should I just stick with wolf girl?” D.J. placed the paper in front of her, then stepped behind the chair she was cuffed to and began trying to break the cuffs without damaging her wrists anymore than they already were.
“Seiri.” She said softly, he froze slightly, and then continued to work. “My name is Seiri.” She said a little louder. He broke the cuffs and helped her up. I’m French. I came here a few years ago. As for it meaning anything, it doesn’t.” She said quickly. “You know… if you speak clearly, I can read lips.”
He looked down at her and said softly, “Of all the places in the world, why come here… to this hellhole? Never mind, you can tell me later. Can you walk?" She nodded her head slowly, and took very slow steps to the door. She glanced over at the one-way mirror for a moment and had to do a double take, only seeing the room and everything in it. Except in the mirror, she was alone.
He walked over to the door and tried the knob. Obviously, it was locked. He turned the knob harder and heard something crunch. Seiri heard it too.
“Don’t damage the door too much” She said, her voice was very soft. “God, I can’t wait to get my hand on some nice red meat… I haven’t eating in days” She stressed the last word slightly, causing D.J. to chuckle softly. “Can you hunt animals?” She wondered quietly.
He turned the knob sharply and the door swung open. “I can, but it won’t help much.” He led her out the door slowly, and passed the sleeping vampire, keeping Seiri as far away from him as possible. Her scent was strong enough to wake the dead…and the vampire was dead, in a sense. They had to be careful. The only reason he could stay around her was the fact they vampires don’t need to breathe. It was just uncomfortable.
As for Seiri, this was just like every other day. Being a werewolf in a vampire town wasn’t the safest thing. Being a lone werewolf was just suicidal. She was normally hiding from the law or sneaking around them. But she found it nice to have a sense of normality back into her not-so-normal life.
Once they were outside, and in the darkness, away from the building, she tried to change into her true self. “Damn! Too much freaking silver in my system…I can’t change.” She grimaced. The idea of eating meat, raw, was much less appetizing in her human form. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, once more, annoyed with just about everything at that point.
Middle of Pg33. Like the color change? The last two paragraphs are a different P.O.V., fyi.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:22 pm
Blood_Thorn07 "Could you please untie one of my hands?" Seiri asked quietly, her voice hoarse from all the yelling. He shook his head slowly, pondering the reasons why she could want one hand freed and deciding that none could be good for him. She stared at the floor, a pout on her face. He caved, being the guy he is, and undid one of the cuffs, clasping it to the chair.
Her hand flexed then reached up to her shoulder. Her shirt shifted and he saw a deep cut that looked like it ran down her chest and it disappeared over her shoulder. His eyes widened slightly and she noticed. "It was a scar...and it hurts like a b***h, in case you're wondering." Her French ascent was growing thicker with each word she spoke.
“It looks really bad… from what I can see of it, I mean.” He looked at it a bit closer. “It looks like there’s something in it. I’m not sure what, though.”
“Silver. They put silver in the cut.” She said, her jaw tense. It looked as though it was going to break it from the strain. The pain leaked into her voice, causing it to break slightly.
“Why would someone put silver in a cut? It doesn’t do anything to the blood.” He asked, very confused. His eyebrows knitted themselves together as he tried to explain it in his head. She answered first.
“Silver is poisonous to werewolves. Don’t you know that?” She put her hand over the wound lightly. At the same time, Maynard burst through the door, followed by his brother who stayed in the doorway, out of the girl's view.
“What do you think you are doing!?” He started shouting. He grabbed her arm and twisted it so she couldn’t move it, a small squeak escaping her. Horatio was right behind him with a strip of silver and a pocketknife. He sliced a line on her palm and she tried to break free of Maynard’s hold without success. Horatio put the silver over the cut and tied a cloth over it, keeping it in the cut. He smiled and kept his eyes locked onto her expression of agony.
As the silver ran through her blood stream with more force she tried harder to keep herself from screaming. D.J. leaned on the metal table that lay in the middle of the room; his knuckles were white under the pressure. He was trying -and mostly failing- to control his anger and not lunge over the table at them. No matter what or who she is, that shouldn't even be legal. She's a child!
Horatio went over to him, but kept some distance for safety. “Keep her tied up or you may end up in the same position.” He waned, his voice was low, then walked out with his brother at his heels.
D.J. watched them leave, then sat down in a chair across from the girl. On the other side of the door, Horatio offered to get coffee from the Dunkin' Donuts a block and a half away. He left his brother alone to watch to wolf girl and D.J.
Maynard was asleep 5 minutes later. Normally, a block and a half trip would take a vampire mere minutes (he would have to wait for the coffee. But walking at human speed, it could take up to 15 minutes. I'm so done with this s**t.
He knew that no one was watching, so he wasn’t worried about anyone over hearing or stopping him. He looked over at the girl and realized that he didn’t know her name. He stood and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen, and wrote, “What should I call you? Or should I just stick with wolf girl?” D.J. placed the paper in front of her, then stepped behind the chair she was cuffed to and began trying to break the cuffs without damaging her wrists anymore than they already were.
“Seiri.” She said softly, he froze slightly, and then continued to work. “My name is Seiri.” She said a little louder. He broke the cuffs and helped her up. She said quickly, “You know… if you speak clearly, I can read your lips.”
He looked down at her and said softly, “Of all the places in the world, why come here? Why come to this hellhole? Never mind, you can tell me later. Can you walk?" She nodded her head slowly, and took very slow steps to the door. She glanced over at the one-way mirror for a moment and had to do a double take, only seeing the room and everything in it. Except in the mirror, she was alone.
He walked over to the door and tried the knob. Obviously, it was locked. He turned the knob harder and heard something crunch. Seiri heard it too. ((You deserve to see that one crossed out >.>))
“Don’t damage the door too much” She said, noting the dents where his fingers had been, Her voice was very soft. “God, I can’t wait to get my hand on some nice red meat. I haven’t eating in days” She stressed the last word slightly, causing D.J. to chuckle softly. “Can you hunt animals?” She wondered quietly.
He turned the knob sharply and the door swung open. “I can, but it won’t help much.” He led her out the door slowly, and passed the sleeping vampire, keeping Seiri as far away from him as possible. Her scent was strong enough to wake the dead…and the vampire was dead, in a sense. They had to be careful. The only reason he could stay around her was the fact they vampires don’t need to breathe. It was just uncomfortable.
As for Seiri, this was just like every other day. Being a werewolf in a vampire town wasn’t the safest thing. Being a lone werewolf was just suicidal. She was normally hiding from the law or sneaking around them. But she found it nice to have a sense of normality back into her not-so-normal life.
Once they were outside, and in the darkness, away from the building, she tried to change into her wolf self. “Damn! Too much freaking silver in my system. I can’t change.” She grimaced. The idea of eating meat, raw, was much less appetizing in her human form. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, once more, annoyed with just about everything at that point. She tried one more time to change her form. Nothing happened.Middle of Pg33. Like the color change? The last two paragraphs are a different P.O.V., fyi. You used deviant again! >.> I would totally bold everything I changed, but I think I would be here all night.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 10:27 am
I actually typed quite a bit of this....
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 11:50 am
Really? I seemed to have noticed the places that looked the same as deviant then >.<
Now that I'm reading it once more I did notice quite a few less mistakes than in the deviant one. I think I just did a lot of minor edits this time.
(Still love this chapter!)
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 12:38 pm
“We can go to the market later today, after we get you some rest and cleaned up. I know a little store, not far from here that has a drink that will flush the silver out of your system. Then you’ll be back to your normal self.” He suggested. “Soon the vampires in town will start flocking from your blood. Let’s not cause a feeling frenzy.” He grabbed her hand and led her down the road to a motel strip. They walked up the stairs and to a door marked as 28 Montgomery.
He unlocked the door and let her in before himself. He closed the door and shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the queen-sized bed. Seiri stood in the middle of the room, taking in her new surroundings. The room was pretty clean for a 23 year old like him. It was small; there were only two side rooms, a kitchen and bathroom.
He looked at the girl, who after while met his eyes. “You can get cleaned up in here.” D.J. said slowly and clearly, directing toward the closed door. “There are antibiotics and first aid supplies in the cabinet. I’ll be out here if you need anything.”
She looked toward the door. “They cut down my back… can you help me with that in a minute?” D.J. nodded and she walked into the bathroom to deal with her still bleeding hand. The antibiotics stung like hell but getting a cut like that infected would hurt much worse. D.J. stood near the doorway, listening to her clean the wounds that she could. Once she wrapped her hand, Seiri looked over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t watching. Then she slowly started to lift her shirt, careful of the gash on her back. There was a soft plop and a whispered “Ok.”
He looked back in as she turned around quickly; her arms were crossed in front of her,guarding her torso. Not that she really needed to, her long black hair covered everything but the re-opened scar. He walked forward and grabbed the Neosporin off the counter top. He put a bit of it in his hand and gently rubbed it in her cuts. She winced at the sharp pain that shot up and down her spin. He looked up in the mirror and gave her a sympathetic look.
It didn’t take long to wrap it with his speed; his only worry was wrapping it too tight and causing more pain. When he was done, D.J. worked on putting the medical supplies away and she inspected her shirt. It was ripped from shoulder to forearm and the collar was torn from the brothers pulling at it.
Now that they were in better light, he could see that her face was bruised she had a band-aid on her cheek that didn’t quite cover the ends of the cut. He turned, walking out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. “What the hell did they do?” He mumbled, as he grabbed a packet of dried blood, which he only kept for emergencies, and a bottle of water. He poured the packet in the water and put the cap on. He shook it a bit, to mixing up the concoction. Seiri stood in the doorway, watching him.
“What exactly is that?” She asked, her eyes and voice full of disgust. “It looks almost like blood…” She commented.
“That’s because it is. It’s dried, just in case I don’t feed for awhile.” She pretended to gag and he smiled. Then he took a long drink from the bottle and set it on the counter. “You need rest. You’re about ready to fall over.” She nodded. “I’ll see if I can find something for you to wear for awhile.”
Seiri stared at him for a moment, then walked out of the kitchen and sat in a corner, as far away from the bed as she could. D.J. searched through the closet and pulled out the smallest pair of clothes he owned. He set the clothing in the bathroom, and then knelt him front of the girl so she could see him. “There are clothes in the other room for you, if you choose. And you can sleep in the bed. I don’t need that much sleep. If you want, I can change the sheets so they smell less like vampire.”
She nodded and stood up, starting toward the bathroom, then stopped. “I can’t figure out why a vampire like you is bothering to help me. Any one else would’ve left me there, at the mercy of the officers. You’re risking everything you have here…” With that, she walked in to the small bathroom and shut the door behind her. D.J. quickly changed the sheets on the bed and went back into the kitchen for his drink. He heard the bathroom door pen and close, as well as the bed as she lay down. He went into the bedroom and sat in an armchair, bottle in hand. Hopefully, he thought, we can get out of here later without the cops finding and arresting us.
pg38. End of chapter 3
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 5:59 pm
Blood_Thorn07 “We can go to the market later today, after we get you some rest and cleaned up. I know a little store, not far from here that has a drink that will flush the silver out of your system. Then you’ll be back to your normal self.” He suggested. “Soon the vampires in town will start flocking from your blood. Let’s not cause a feeling frenzy. And they do not think you will be tasty,” He grabbed her hand and led her down the road to a motel strip. They walked up the stairs and to a door marked as 28 Montgomery.
He unlocked the door and let her in before himself. He closed the door and shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the queen-sized bed. Seiri stood in the middle of the room, taking in her new surroundings and blocking her nose. The room was pretty clean for a 23 year old like him. It was small; there were only two side rooms, a kitchen and bathroom.
He looked at the girl, who after while met his eyes. “You can get cleaned up in here.” D.J. said slowly and clearly, directing toward the closed door. “There are antibiotics and first aid supplies in the cabinet. I’ll be out here if you need anything.”
She looked toward the door. “They cut down my back… can you help me with that in a minute?” D.J. nodded and she walked into the bathroom to deal with her still bleeding hand. The antibiotics stung like hell but getting a cut like that infected would hurt much worse. D.J. stood near the doorway, listening to her clean the wounds that she could. Once she wrapped her hand, Seiri looked over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t watching. Then she slowly started to lift her shirt, careful of the gash on her back. There was a soft plop and a whispered “Ok.”
He looked back in as she turned around quickly; her arms were crossed in front of her, guarding her torso. Not that she really needed to, her long black hair covered everything but the re-opened scar. He walked forward and grabbed the Neosporin off the counter top. He put a bit of it in his hand and gently rubbed it in her cuts. She winced at the sharp pain that shot up and down her spin. He looked up in the mirror and gave her a sympathetic look.
It didn’t take long to wrap it with his speed; his only worry was wrapping it too tight and causing more pain. When he was done, D.J. worked on putting the medical supplies away and she inspected her shirt. It was ripped from shoulder to forearm and the collar was torn from the brothers pulling at it. "Now that won't do," he told her with a small smile.
Now that they were in better light, he could see that her face was bruised she had a band-aid on her cheek that didn’t quite cover the ends of the cut. He turned, walking out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. “What the hell did they do?” He mumbled, his mood changed quickly. He grabbed a packet of dried blood, which he only kept for emergencies, and a bottle of water. He poured the packet in the water and put the cap on. He shook it a bit, to mixing up the concoction. Seiri stood in the doorway, watching him.
“What exactly is that?” She asked, her eyes and voice full of disgust. “It looks almost like blood,” She commented.
“That’s because it is. It’s dried, just in case I don’t feed for awhile.” She pretended to gag and he smiled. Then he took a long drink from the bottle and set it on the counter. “You need rest. You’re about ready to fall over.” She nodded. “I’ll see if I can find something for you to wear for awhile.”
Seiri stared at him for a moment, then walked out of the kitchen and sat in a corner, as far away from the bed as she could. D.J. searched through the closet and pulled out the smallest pair of clothes he owned. He set the clothing in the bathroom, and then knelt him front of the girl so she could see him. “There are clothes in the other room for you, if you choose. And you can sleep in the bed. I don’t need that much sleep. If you want, I can change the sheets so they smell less like vampire.”
She nodded and stood up, starting toward the bathroom, then stopped. “I can’t figure out why a vampire like you is bothering to help me. Any one else would’ve left me there, at the mercy of the officers. You’re risking everything you have here…” With that, she walked in to the small bathroom and shut the door behind her. D.J. quickly changed the sheets on the bed and went back into the kitchen for his drink. He heard the bathroom door pen and close, as well as the bed as she lay down. He went into the bedroom and sat in an armchair, bottle in hand. Hopefully, he thought, we can get out of here later without the cops finding and arresting us.pg38. End of chapter 3
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
|
Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 6:16 pm
I was about to see if I could help you out with chapter 4.....then I realized...only up to chap. 3 in on deviant sweatdrop
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 6:39 pm
Well that's cuz chapter 4 mad me mad when i was typing it so i never finished it. I restarted to today. I should have an update soon.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 6:57 pm
Chapter Four
This is really Irritating
The werewolf, in human form now, walked along a quiet forest path, heading toward his day job at the wildlife conservation clinic. The path was narrow, the sun shone through the canopy of branches that covered the sky in green, the birds sang their lovely songs, and he felt truly awful after the night before. Dressed in his standard uniform of light blue jeans and a dark brown tee that matched his eyes exactly, he made his way into work. A day of helping animals and thinking about that woman from last night, here I come. He thought sarcastically.
You could have killed her, you know. You could have just ended her right then and there. Her human life holds nothing for someone who plays with fire in the woods. His wolf side said in his head.
“I won’t live with another life hanging over my head.” He replied to the trees before walking into the brick building that stood on over ten thousand square feet and twenty acres of woodlands. Luckily for the werewolf, nothing was out of the ordinary. There was the usual fighting wound among the elks and wolves, alike, a sprained hoof on a deer, and a very prissy post-hibernation grizzly bear. Normal, he liked normal.
Around lunch time, when her took his break, is when it turned into a not-so-normal day. He was in the wolves’ habitat, playing with them, when a colleague came over, staying outside the pen. “Don’t you have some actual work to be doing?” The man said, and the werewolf shook his head in response, before looking up and acknowledging him.
“I’m on my lunch break.” He commented.
“Where’s the lunch?” The man asked.
The wolf man motioned to the calm wolves the lay around the pen, staring at the man. “They ate it.”
“Nice. Anyways, there’s someone here to see you.”
“Who?”
“Didn’t ask.” He said as he turned and left.
Someone is here for me? He thought as he left the pen and headed toward the front of the building. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t work here. How can there be someone here for me? He opened the door and looked at the front desk. Only the receptionist sat there. And she happened to be waking a clipboard in his direction. With a sigh, he strode forward and snatched it from her. She rolled her eyes and went back to the paperwork she had be doing. He signed the papers that were on the board and placed it on the desk. No person for him in sight.
“You’re not what I expected.” A female’s French accented voice commented softly from behind me. Spoke too soon He thought as he turned around to face the woman in question. s**t! It was the woman from the night before, the one he almost killed. Oh goody, A second chance! The wolf cried with joy. Shut your muzzle! Though his mind was overridden with insane calamity, his well trained face betrayed none of the inner chaos. “Will you walk with me for a moment? "
Pg40. Half way through what's been written (Not exactly.) Do you like the mental disorder wannabe? I do. Kinda why it's in there... rolleyes
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 6:46 pm
She’s human… what’s the worst she can do? He wondered as they left the conservation and talked along the dirt road beginning the 2 mile journey into Jackman. But they barely made it out of earshot to the conservation when she suddenly turned dark. “What the hell happened last night? And don’t give me any bullshit about ‘not knowing what I’m talking about.’ You know damn well, now spill,” She demanded. The wind picked up slightly and she looked around angrily. “Spill,” She repeated, her voice darker than a moment ago.
“Look, can I at least know your name first?” He asked casually, ignoring the fact that she seemed bipolar on every level possible.
She hesitated slightly, her eyes dropping to the ground, before she spoke. “Rebecca. Et toi?’ He gave her a questioning look. “Comment t’appelle tu?”
“Uh… English?” He suggested.
“Oops… sorry. What’s your name?” She asked, a blush on her cheeks.
“Nathaniel. So tell me, what do you think happened last night?” He asked her, staring at her big brown eyes. She seemed uncomfortable. What else did she expect from a wolf? Before he could continue those thoughts, she straightened, meeting his stare, and recapped the night before. The dream, the howl, the scratches from the fall later that night.
Damn… Why didn’t it dawn on me that those would leave marks…? He thought, resisting the urge to smack himself on the forehead. Because you wanted our territory to stay safe. You didn’t care and I was leading so ha. The wolf gloated. Seriously Shut your Muzzle.
“…And somehow it all lead me back to you. Don’t ask how; it’s long and complicated and you just wouldn’t understand. Now if you don’t tell me what really happened, I will resort to deadly threats,” She said, her eyes darkening that. “Threats are against my nature so just tell me.”
“Alright, alright. I was on a midnight hike. I saw the unattended fire, heard the wolf, and heard you scream once or twice. I put out the fire, and followed the sounds. The wolf was gone when I found you, unconscious. I guess it felt you were no longer a threat to its territory. I just picked you up and carried you to the first cabin I saw. I figured, from all the plant’s hanging everywhere, that it was med lodge for hikers. No one was there so I just put you on the bed. No harm, no foul.”
She asked no questions.
“Now, if that’s all, I actually have to get back to work.” He turned to head back to conservation when a slender hand grabbed his arm in a surprisingly iron grip. “Come with me,” She said simply. Not giving him a choice, she was all but pulling him along, her hand not releasing its grip on his bicep as they continued the two-mile walk to town. The sun was starting it’s decent towards the west, which told Nathaniel that it was about 1p.m.
As they neared the city, Nathaniel spoke up after the silent walk. “Where exactly is it that you are dragging me? I do actually have to be at work,” He mumbled, slightly agitated. He was unnerved by people in general, but to be in the town was just too much for him. Rarely did he wander here.
“To the market.” Was all she said, sounding a bit nervous and unsure of her actions. Nathaniel glanced at her. She was watching the ground, as if she was afraid to fall, looking deep in thought as well as confused.
As much as he really didn’t want to, and as much as the wolf protesting the question, curiosity got the best of him. God help the nearest cat… He thought. “What are you thinking about so deeply?” He asked her casually. Mostly because he wanted to know if she bought his story or if she knew he was lying.
It took her a while to answer and Nathaniel wasn’t even sure he heard her. As they walked along, Rebecca let go of his arm and crossed hers in front of her, hugging her chest. She shook her head and mumbled something along the lines of “Whether or not this is a mistake.” Even with Nathaniel’s wolf hearing, it was hard to understand.
Pg 45. Much more Multiple Personality Disorder in this section.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:59 am
She looked straight ahead suddenly. We’re here.” She said a little brightly as she pointed at to a small, white, wooden building with a small sign that read “grocery”.
Rebecca walked across the empty street with him not far behind. They walked in and she walked quickly over to the counter while Nathaniel wandered around the shop, thinking about what she had said. What mistake is she making? Should she not bring me to a small store? If she knows she shouldn’t, why did she?
A middle aged woman walked through a bead curtain that, Nathaniel suspected, led to storage and stopped at the sight of the two people in her store. Then rushed over to the counter. “Becca, dear! What are you doing here so soon? Weren’t you here two days ago? Are your supplies ok? They were the freshest I had.” The woman said, with far too much energy for her age.
“I need to pick a few extra things. You know, the one’s I thought I didn’t need. I guess I didn’t look far enough ahead.” She laughed lightly; glancing quickly at Nathaniel, then back at the woman. He caught the sight out of the corner of his eye. She leaned in closely to the woman and whispered something about “figuring things out” and “impurities”. Then the old woman nodded and walked behind the curtain. Rebecca started to follow, paused and then, looked back. “Nathaniel?”
He looked up and she gestured for him to come on. He put the apple he was inspecting down and followed, reluctantly. Inside, actually outside, was an open market type area, filled with people and carts with all sorts of odd things on them. He caught the sight of a bag of dried Poison Ivy leaves and Dragons’ Blood. There were all sorts of plants and things around. Where are we? What is this? Who is she…? A thousand thoughts sprang into his head, followed by a thousand more. ‘Becca’ tilted her head towards him as he looked around in wonder. He met her gaze and she turned her head back, covering her mouth with her hand to hide a laugh, with no luck.
“What is this place?”He asked, carefully, curious but almost not wanting to know the answer. The market looked like it belonged in a different town. Not rinky dink Jackman, Maine.
“This is a magic market. Only one in the state, actually. People like me come here for supplies.” People like her? Who are people like her? “In case you hadn’t figured it out, I’m, what’s called, a natural witch. Those herbs in my house were drying so I can use them. I live off the land and have very little use for city life.’ Rebecca smile at him. “This place makes it possible for witches like me to live the life we do.”
“Why are we here now? You said something about leaving some things behind.” He commented, suddenly curious and slightly worried.
“Look, I know you’re lying about last night. I don’t take lying well. And I regret to tell you, but your energies are nauseatingly destroyed. I’ll be doing you a favor by helping you.” She stated matter-of-factly, as she lead him down the alleyway that the market resided in.
“So let me get this straight… you, who I’ve known for maybe an hour, are going to mess around with my ‘energies’ and make a pit stop in the memory section of my brain. And I’m going to just accept this?” He argued.
“Relax. You’ll thank me after-wards. And as for the memory thing, it won’t be as painful as you think.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around his. “Surely a big guy like you wouldn’t have a problem with a little head ache.” She challenged.
Nathaniel’s eyebrows rose as she spoke and batted her eyelashes. “If you’re flirting with me, I suggest you change your course. I’m not the kind of guy for you.”
Rebecca unwrapped her arms and pulled him aside for a brief word. “I forgot to tell you before. No one here can know you’re human. This is a sanctuary for them; a safe zone. If someone asks who you are, say you’re my apprentice or something.” She looked around slightly. “And I’m begging you, make it believable.”
Human? Apprentice? Is she crazy? The wolf said. I’m still on the side of ending her.
Would you drop it? She lives whether you like it or not. Nathaniel nodded in agreement at Rebecca’s pleads. It makes sense, to a witch, humans are a huge threat…. What the hell am I doing here, then?
Pg50. The next section is gonna take me forever because I was sugar high when I wrote it, 2 years ago, so it makes no sense.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:55 pm
Oh gosh! I'm behind on my editing! So much to do...
Okay. I'll use your sugar high translation time to do it. Here I go...
EDIT:I keep editing your posts rather than quoting them...I hope you don't mind too much...
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:21 am
Not at all. Seems quicker, anyways.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
