*The awesomeness that is Ramy belong strictly to Brenda Hampton. I own nothing, but this crazy plot and Peter.*
A/N: I know what you all are saying. Why the hell are you writing another story lol you have about 6 that aren't finished already. Here's the thing Panic Room and Twist of Fate have about 1 chapter left and an epilogue. I have writers block on Panic Room which is why I didn't update it last week hopefully I can think of something by Friday. Then I have Wicked Little Witch, Weight of The World, and ForgiveMeNots, on the TVD site so yes I've been a busy little bee so I can't promise back to back updates on this one, but the idea has been buzzing in my mind for too long. So I hope you guys like it and I'm thinking about having my little sister ghost write some of my stories so the updates won't be sooo long. Anywho this is just an experiment I hope you enjoy and sorry for the long note. Reviews are love.
Once Upon A Time…
Amy sat quietly waiting for the tea kettle to whistle. It was the dead of winter in North Dakota her eyes were mesmerized by the winter wonder land; and all she longed for was a cup of hot chocolate. She thought back to all the times as a little girl when her mother would put the kettle on and make tea for her and her older brother. They would sit around the fireplace and tell stories for hours, now 15 years later she would do the same for her children.
"Is it done yet mama?" little Emma asked tugging on her mother's dress.
"Not yet baby it has to whistle for us." She smiled pinching her daughters chubby cheek.
Emma was Amy's precocious little 5 year old who liked to have tea parties and talk about everything under the sun. Her ruby red cheeks were almost as endearing as those warm chestnut eyes that sparkled when she tossed her chocolate "Shirley Temple" curls.
"Where's Max Emmy?" Amy stared down at the little girl accusingly.
Emma let out a sly smile. "Um he's a little tied up right now." she batted those doe eyes.
"Mom!" she heard her son scream from somewhere in the house.
Amy turned back to the now bashful daughter. "Emma Jean-" Her rant was cut off by the whistling of the kettle.
"Cocoa time" Emma cheered. Amy glared at her mischievous daughter once more before grabbing the kettle.
"You go and untie your brother right now." Amy ordered as little Emma put her hands on her hips.
"But mama he's the one who wanted to play cops and robbers!" she whined.
"Emma." she warned pouring warm milk in 3 mugs. She was really going to kill her husband when he got home.
Em pouted, but did as she was told all the while mumbling that it was her brothers idea. Once Max was untied they settled into the family room where Amy sat in the old rocking chair in front of the fireplace. Her twins following close behind with their mugs finding there pillow pets to rest on.
"Are you gonna tell us another story tonight!" Em exclaimed excitedly.
"I want 'Peter and The Wolf'" Max begged his little hands clamped tight.
Amy smiled at the sandy haired little boy whose eyes matched her own. "But you've heard that story a million times." she protested.
"So." they said in unison before looking at each other in disgust.
Amy laughed again. "Okay, okay I'll tell 'Peter and the Wolf,' but only if you two promise to behave and no fighting." she wagered sipping her cocoa.
"Cross my heart hope to die." Emma started.
"Stick a needle in her eye." Max finished giggling then whined as Emma pinched him.
Amy shook her head. What was she going to do with these two. "Okay settle down time to start."
She cleared her throat as she thinking back on the events that led her to where she stood now. She knew this story like the back of her hand, but with each retelling a new emotion would surface. Unbeknownst to her children all Amy was doing was telling the tale of her life and how meeting a certain wolf changed life how she'd known it. She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall and looked down to the two expectant faces. It was showtime.
"Once upon a time…"
Amy woke up to a pair of familiar eyes inches away from hers. After the rasped shriek that escaped her lips she pulled the covers back over her head.
"Mom!" she complained.
"Happy Birthday pumpkin." she smiled removing the covers from her face.
"Its just another day." she sighed sitting up. Her eyes drifting out the window.
"Just another day?" her mother asked incredulously. "Its not everyday my baby girl turns 16." she smiled.
Amy said nothing; just continued to stare at the black hills of Dakota. Something about them just called out to her soul. She'd always been a nature girl; growing up in the wooded area outside the hills she really didn't have a choice. That coupled with the fact that she was surrounding by men made her a bonafide "Indiana Jones." Her and her brother Peter stayed in the black hills their friend Ben often joining them. She loved getting dirty and being one with nature, some would call her a tree hugger, but she didn't care. She especially loved hiking with her father he was hunter who loved the chase of a good bear, wolf, whatever was out that night. She hated nature now; once a prideful vegetarian she'd eat meat like the carnaverous person people thought she should be. After that night everything changed. At that thought she felt a tear roll down her cheek.
"Oh Amy." her mother cooed pulling the teen into her. "I know you're still sad about your father, but he'd want you to be happy today. To do all the things you told him last year."
"I miss him so much mom." she cried her long brown tresses covering her tear streaked face.
"I do too honey, but the heart will go on." she assured.
Amy nodded against Anne's shoulder and pulled away. She gave her mom a lopsided grin, and got out of bed.
"You're right. Today will be a good day." she spoke confidently heading to the bathroom.
After showering she sat down and ate her hardy birthday breakfast. Steak and eggs her favorite.
"So have your plans changed?" Peter asked stuffing a large piece of bison in his mouth.
She grimaced at the messy display before answering. "Yeah instead of a big party I just want to play it safe. Maybe just chill in the garden, write in my journal.
"Write in my journal" Peter mimicked as Amy glared at him. Peter was a senior this year so he felt he was above doing anything, but being the star football player.
"Look me and Ben are thinking about trekking up the old black hills for this party. You interested?" he asked raking the remnants left on his plate in the garbage.
Amy felt a lump in her throat. She hadn't been up the black hills in a little over a year; ever since her father was attacked up there. That day her best friend-the hills-became her worst enemy.
"I don't know Pete." she stood shaking her head.
"Come on Ames. Its been a year and I know how much you loved those hills it'll be fun. Plus Ben really wants you to come." he mumbled the last part.
He really hated that his best friend had a "thing" for his little sister. It was always unrequited from Ben's side until Amy of course hit puberty. Now Ben wanted to be more than bffs with her go figure.
Amy's face brightened at Ben's name, but faltered. "Dad-"
"Would want you to keep living; if not for yourself than for him." Peter interrupted.
Amy gave him a nod as they walked out of the cabin into the car. Today was the last day of school then summer break started. After summer Peter would be going off to college on a football scholarship, and as happy as she was for him she didn't want him to leave. He'd be off following his dreams while she was still here stuck in the black hills of Dakota. Her life stuck at a crossroad.
"Happy Birthday Amy!" her two best friends screamed together running to her locker.
"Thanks guys." she shrugged giving them a sad smile.
The two friends eyed one another, immediately going into cheer up mode.
"So do you have any plans tonight?" Lauren inquired.
"A bunch of upperclassmen are having a summer kickback in the hills." Madison squealed excitedly.
"I've heard." Amy deadpanned closing her locker.
She began walking down the halls of Black Oak High with her two bowls of sunshine in step beside her.
"Are you going?" Lauren asked praying for a yes.
It would be a lot more fun if the three of them went together ever since her father's freak accident Amy had been a daisy downer. Rightfully so, of course but they just wanted Amy to get the spark back in her green eyes, it was no use punishing herself for something she couldn't change.
"Please say yes. You need this." Madison begged. "One night where you let go and let loose please Ames."
Amy sighed and decided to put her friends out of their misery. "I've already promised Pete I'd go." she whined.
"Yay!" the girls high-fived each other. "Go Pete!"
She couldn't help but join in their laughter. She missed this; them together being happy. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she let out a real laugh. Well actually she could; it was the night her father died. The night she met the strange man that saved her from the vicious wolf that tried to attack her; only to get her father in the end. Amy shook away the thoughts not wanting to damper her first real smile in months. She settled in her seat and soaked in the teachings her professor was administering.
Amy stumbled to the keg careful to avoid the flaming bonfire in the middle of the party grounds. Madison and Lauren had been right about something tonight she did let go and let loose. As she drained another red cup of beer someone tapped her shoulder.
"There you are beautiful." Ben's voice rung in her ear.
She turned around to face the teen who was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Her cup crashed into the ground as she snaked her arms around a surprised Ben's neck. He wrapped his hands around her waist in pulled her close. She had been at the party a good hour and a half and hadn't spotted him anywhere. She reluctantly released him from her death grip embarrassed by her "liquid courage."
"I didn't know you missed me that much." he laughed.
"I'm sorry." she hiccupped. "I might have had a tad too much to drink."
"I see. Well I hope Pete doesn't see this." he reprimanded with raised brows.
"Please don't tell." she begged looking around frantically for her brother.
"Hmm, maybe we can make a deal." Ben said tapping his chin looking into her innocent emerald eyes.
"Anything." Amy slurred.
Ben smiled slyly. "Maybe a kiss will convince me to keep my mouth shut."
Amy opened her mouth then closed it, not really knowing how to respond. Her thinking had went fuzzy a while ago. She came to as Ben's lips met hers, at first she didn't respond, but soon her lips started to caress his. Just as she was about to close her eyes she seen a figure running past a few trees. She pulled away from Ben and trailed off into the woods.
"Amy?" Ben voiced confused as he watched her walk into the woods. "Amy!"
Amy ignored his calls and went further into the forest. It was like something was drawing her deeper into the trees. She had to find out just who it was.
He knew he shouldn't have came back here, but he had to see her. The girl with the long dark tresses that favored the middle of her back. Those titillating green eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. Those legs as long and beautiful as a gazelles and her flawless olive skin. She had haunted him since the day he left Black Oak behind. As he went haunting in the darkness the familiar scent caught his nose. That sinful fragrance of her, he followed his nose only to see her with another suitor. At that he had to get out of there his trigger had been pushed; and if he wasn't careful there'd be a hundred dead students by dawn. He stopped as he got to a clearing, looking up to the crescent moon raised above he heard footsteps in his wake.
Amy saw the figure coming up in her horizon and pushed her long legs to go faster. As she came upon the clearing under the beautiful oak tree that sat perfectly under the crescent shaped moon her mouth gaped open.
"Its you." she whispered looking into the deep chocolate eyes that frequented her dreams.
Okay that's chapter 1 guys. Its different and I have the story kind of mapped out in my head. I hope you guys enjoyed it =). Oh and Amy's telling this story to her kids just in case you were confused.
