Okay, so I went ahead, and revised this story a bit since it needed some serious work, and a lot more detail. It just didn't really flow all they well, but I knew when I posted it that it was truly just going to be a trial run in the beginning. However, the trial went pretty okay, so for now I'm going to plan on trying to continue this. However, PLEASE READ THE REVISED VERSION, some things have changed a bit, and will later affect the story to some degree. However, I hope you like this version a bit better than the trial. I know there is probably still quite a few grammatically errors, and especially punctuation errors, but do keep in mind I don't do this for a living. I do have an actual job, and sadly it is not as a professional writer. This is just a hobby, so don't take it to seriously okay.
Either way, enjoy the revised version of this story, and when I get a chance, I'll try to bang out a new chapter as soon as I can.
Oh, and a serious thank you to the reviews I did get. They meant more than you know. So thank you to...Brookeworm3…NightlyRowenTree…Yohanna…aandm20…and Naomi… ya'lls encouragement meant more than you truly know.
Now, to the story we go!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf (as much as I hate that fact), however I do own any characters that were not in the original show. The ones that I made up of course! So please, I beg of you Teen Wolf producers and writers, do not sue me over this. I'm pretty much broke at this point anyway lol.
"For Life and Death are one,
Even as the River and the Sea are one"
-Khalil Gibran
+When It All Changed+
Twenty-six years of my life had lead to this moment. The moment where it all would end, but at the same time…begin in a way. I had waited diligently for this brief second in time as if I was a thirsty man traveling the desert for days only to stumble upon an oasis filled with the cleanest and purest water he had ever seen. This moment was my oasis; my holy grail, and nothing would spoil this moment. Nothing would come between me and…
"For the love of God woman! It's just a silly show," a voice cried as the remote was finally wrenched from my hands viciously by my annoying twerp of a cousin.
"Owen! Please! It's almost over! I just want to see if there's going to be a trailer for another season! Everyone on the Internet keeps swearing that there will be," I hollered, as I chased him around the room for the prized remote.
"Oh for the love of…. HARLEY! It's just a stupid show! Besides I already told you that there wasn't going to be another season. This is it! They just drove off into the sunset in that stupid jeep of theirs! They finished high school for god sakes! That was the whole premise. TEEN WOLF. Not 'The Werewolf Who Goes to College,'" my dear sweet cousin quipped as he held the remote away from me.
"Yeah, but there's rumors this is only half the season, Owen! I want to see if there might be more. IT…CAN'T…BE…OVER! HAH," I screamed in triumph as I yanked the remote from his hands finally, and turned it back towards the flat screen. Quickly going to the on demand menu, I restarted the episode from the beginning, before zipping forward through all of it to the very end. As soon as I saw Scott and Stiles wishing their friends goodbye and good luck, I pressed play once more before giving Owen a smug smile, as he rolled his eyes.
"It's my turn with the T.V. Harley. You swore after you were done watching you'd hand it over. Besides you're not the only one with a show to watch," Owen grumbled, as I plopped myself back onto the sofa, and zeroed in on the T.V. right as Stiles handed over his old bat to Mason in a show of some right of passage.
"Yes. I know I did, but I did say that after it was completely over that I'd hand the remote over to you. Not a few minutes till. Besides your shows are utterly ridiculous anyway compared to this one. At least mine has shirtless men most of the time," I grinned as many images of the Teen Wolf boys crossed my mind.
"Yeah, but in mine you actually get to see them completely nude…."
"Yeah, and you have to sit through how long of boring commentary before that happens," I joked, while rolling my eyes at his love for Game of Thrones. However, I couldn't completely blame him too much. I had been sneaking in a few seasons myself here lately to see what all the hype was about, and to be quite honest… it wasn't half that bad. Jon Snow was quite the character, and pretty good looking himself. Plus those dragons! You have to love Daenerys with her baby dragons. Part of me couldn't help hoping Jon and Daenerys might hook up at some point later in the show though. They'd be one adorable couple. Plus, I mean, come on, fire and ice together? Yeah, that would so be perfect. Though despite all the wonderful glory of those two, I think the most interesting character by far has to be Tyrion. He's such a smartass, but you just can't help but love the guy despite it.
So yeah, maybe I should give my cousin a break.
….. but then again.
It's still hilarious to poke fun at him. I mean, I am the Angelica to his Tommy Pickles, and it's not as if he makes it too difficult to get a rise out of him every once in awhile. Just the other day, I had been poking fun at his little crush on our cashier as he'd been ringing us up. To say I'd not only made my cousin uncomfortable, but that poor guy as well would be an understatement. However, at the time I hadn't felt much regret. My cousin had been unusually moody that day, and had been taking most of his dry witty sarcasm out on me. He found out real quick that two could play at that game.
Either way, if any of you were wondering by this point. Yes, my dear sweet cousin did swing the other way if that wasn't obvious by this point in my little rant. Well…. actually he swung both ways, but whatever works for him I guess.
Speaking of my cousin though, it was at this particular moment I noticed him silently fuming nearby, as I continued to watch my own favorite show. Silently, I gave a smirk in his direction all the while feeling a great amount of victory bubbling up in my heart at the look of torment on his face.
"You know what, forget this! I'll just go look up my own show on the computer in the privacy of my own room. Who needs a flat screen T.V. anyway," Owen growled with a very dramatic roll of his eyes towards me. However, this didn't even bug me in the least at this moment. I had won the argument, and that was all that mattered at this point. Though, I probably shouldn't have rubbed salt in his wounds with what came out of my mouth next. Then again, even I'll admit I never know when to really quit while I'm ahead. It was one of my better strengths, and also one of my worst weaknesses. Yes, I had struggled horribly with this affliction for many years. Maybe it was one of the reasons why I never really made many friends. I was way too competitive for my own good sometime.
"Pfft anyone with a right mind who wants to see every detail of the person's anatomy would like a flat screen cuz, but whatever I guess. Might be easier to just jack off in your room to the image of what's-his-name again," I grinned with a smug look pointed his way.
Yep, that definitely did it.
Turning a near shade of tomato red, he spun on his heel to stomp back up to his room, all the while hollering out in a near fit of rage, "You are the worst cousin ever!"
"YES! BUT YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME," I yelled back bitingly, all while receiving only the slamming of his bedroom door in response to my quip.
Chuckling in amusement at my own flesh and blood's torture still, I turned my attention back to the flat screen once more, as I watched calmly for the end of the show. After only a few minutes, my theories were confirmed. This was only part A to the season, and part B would be returning this summer more than likely.
Grinning from ear to ear, I turned my head towards my one and only faithful companion lying beside my feet, and squealed, "It's not over yet Roscoe!"
All I received in return was a twitch of the ears from the German Shepard before he turned his head the other way to fall back asleep.
Maybe faithful was a bit of a stretch actually…
"You, my friend, are no fun either," I chuckled, with a shake of my head, before turning back to the T.V. before me. Shutting it off, I proceeded to detach myself from the annoyingly sticky leather covering of our couch, all the while wincing as it peeled away from my bare legs like a piece of wax tape on a very hairy leg. Once I was free from the monstrosity, I gave myself a good few stretches to ease the pain of feeling the strain of sitting in front of the TV. for quite awhile, before finally making my way towards our kitchen to grab a bite to eat.
In my search for something delicious and appetizing, my stomach growled in protest as I scoured the fridge and cupboards for what I knew I wouldn't be able to find. Though, I guess that was mostly my fault since I had went on a bit of a health kick a few days ago, and had decided that nothing 'poisonous,' shall enter my body ever again. You know, it's that promise you always make to yourself after seeing how much you weigh on the scale, but yet you never really stick to it later down the road once the cravings hit? Yeah, it was that lovely promise that had ended me up in this exact situation now. Damn myself for ever checking my weight on that scale at our local pharmacy! I would have been better off ignorant about the whole thing. Plus, I'd probably have some kind of snack cakes right now filled to the brim with sugary goodness. Either that, or a frozen pizza to heat up in the oven, but no. I just had to go and prove my cousin wrong that day about the scale being off by a few numbers. All that accomplished was making me feel paranoid about it all in the end.
Grumbling in annoyance as I remembered the incident, I quickly realized that I was pretty much up the creek without a paddle at this point. After only a few long minutes of coming up with nothing, did I finally resign myself to the fact that there was nothing worth bothering myself with in our kitchen. Not even a box of cookies could be found hidden in the back of the cupboard away from my prying eyes this time! Sighing, I gave a deep growl, as I realized what I was going to have to do if I wanted something more appetizing than the kale sitting patiently for me in our fridge.
Viciously, I shut the fridge door, and prepared myself mentally for what I would have to do next if I wanted something nice to munch on. Even just mentally picturing myself walking my happy behind down to the local drive-in had already worn me out. However, you do for those you love right….and I of course love greasy, sugary foods. So, without another word, I made my way up to my bedroom to throw on something warmer than the cotton booty shorts I had been wearing around for the past few hours. I also made sure to throw on a nicer shirt as well since I'm pretty sure a tank top is not acceptable during this time of year either. Once I'd run a brush through my hair real quick, and thrown a mint in my mouth to seem slightly acceptable to society, did I finally make my way back down the stairs. Coming into the front hallway, I reached down to slip on my shoes by the door, before leaning up to yank my black jacket off of the coat hanger beside it. Once I was sure I was plenty warm and ready to face the outside world, I went to grab the keys off the hook, and made my way back to the door.
Pausing in front it of course, I also made sure I had remembered to grab my wallet earlier from my room as well, because god only knows I've forgotten that blasted thing before, and I definitely was not making a return trip for it again. (Oh, and yes, I know. It's weird for women to have wallets, but I just couldn't part with it even after my high school years were over. I had become quite attached to it over the years.) Anyway though, I finally turned back towards the door, and quickly unlocked it before I could change my mind about this whole thing. On my way out though, I did try to at least make an effort to turn back around and holler back to my cousin that I was heading out, and to let our Aunt know where I was going. I may have also added out of the kindness of my heart, that he could text me if he decided he wanted me to grab something for him too. With that I hurriedly crossed through the threshold, and latched the door behind me.
However, the moment I realized I had fully stepped foot out into the cold frigid air of the night, I felt a shiver run up my spine as I watched the trees around me sway ominously to and fro like a hypnotizing waltz with the nearly biting chill of winter wind. Pulling my jacket even tighter around my body, I took off into eerie darkness of the night as I made my way to what I was sure was heaven that awaited me.
While making my way down the creepy deserted sidewalk and into town, I pulled my phone out just as I felt it vibrate within my jean's pocket. Taking one look at the caller ID on the lit screen before me, I gave the picture I had saved for the contact a gentle smile, before immediately hitting answer. Holding the device up to my ear, I gave a soft chuckle, before announcing my presence to the person on the other end of the line.
"Hey Sis," I greeted happily, while continuing to trudge over fallen tree limbs blocking my path upon the old cracked sidewalk.
"Hey Harley. How're you? Are you enjoying your day off from that hell hole you call a workplace at least," my best friend chuckled on the other side of the line as I rolled my eyes in amusement.
"You have no idea what joy it brings me to not be at that place right now serving those disrespectful know-it-alls," I giggled darkly, as Keegan tsked me from the other side of the line, "Now come on Harley, that's no way to talk about your customers. What would Mr. Bronco think if he ever heard that kind of talk from you?"
Knowing she was only kidding, I quipped back, "Oh that old coot can shove whatever he has to say where the sun don't shine for all I care. Besides, I needed this day off. Work has been hell, and my family has been riding my ass about when I plan on moving in with you, and why I haven't even begun packing yet if it's apparently that soon. Plus, it's not made things much easier when you're still trying to move past your ex while he flaunts his new trashy meal of the week in front of your face…well phone… but you know what I mean."
Yeah, did I mention I might be a little bit bitter here lately because of that whole situation as well? It may very well be the reason why I was taking those few extra pounds so hard too, and why I had landed myself in this situation right now. I guess it hadn't helped that I'd texted him while I wasn't completely sober enough to know what I was doing, and he had replied back with a picture of him and his new girlfriend. Who, by the way, and against my better judgment to admit, was quite pretty compared to my own average looks. Of course it hadn't really helped either that he had captioned the photo with, 'Me and My Gorgeous Girlfriend that I Love So Much.' It was pretty douche-y of him, and part of me had slightly accepted that it might have been her that had done it, but it still didn't soften the blow all that much.
I mean, I had been with him for quite awhile before we'd broken up. Even off and on it still was a lot of time under our belts to get to know each other. I had really loved him with all my heart and soul….but I guess that hadn't mattered too much to him. He'd of course cheated on me anyway, and I of course (like the whipped dog that I am) tried to get him to stay regardless. In the end, it hadn't worked, and we'd gone our separate ways. However, that still didn't help it from hurting any less. Especially when you've known a person so long that you've become use to their schedule, their quirks, and how they think. It can definitely change the person you are too. So yeah, it had been pretty hard here recently trying to find myself again after all that. To become the person that I had once been before him; the person who didn't have to hide how they felt, or feel afraid to speak up for what they wanted. My ex had practically brainwashed me over the years into thinking that I wasn't good enough, that what I loved or wanted didn't matter. That who I was… didn't matter.
It was tough…heartbreaking even…but I had to face facts.
I had become a shell with him, and now that he was gone….it was time to fill it again with something better; something that wasn't him, and instead, something that was all me.
Keegan of course had defiantly been my rock through all of this, and had dealt with the brunt of it all. To say she was an angel wouldn't even begin to cover it. So of course, like now, she knew when things were getting to be too much, and unlike some people who just avoided the topic all together, she had no qualms about diving right on in to fight head first with the beast of insecurity that lived within me. She was a godsend sometimes, and I really should appreciate it more than I do half the time. However, right now, all I wanted to do was ignore it all, but of course, knowing her, she wasn't going to let that happen.
"Still not taking the break-up with Ryan very well, huh?"
"You could say that, I guess" I mumbled with a roll of my eyes at the impending talk I knew was coming. Thankfully I had reached the end of the sidewalk, and was now standing in front of the busy crosswalk before me. Cars of many makes and models were currently zooming by unhindered at the moment, and a slight niggling at the back of my mind reminded me that one of them could very well end up being Ryan. It was that time of the night when he was usually getting off from work. Like I said, when you're with a person so long, you tend to remember their daily schedule. So of course, on top of having to talk about him, and possible see him drive past was the last thing I wanted at the moment. If anything all I wanted was a little peace, and a few moments to forget everything that had been going on. However, I knew that wasn't going to happen as long as Keegan was concerned. She was like a dog with a bone. She just wasn't going to give it up that easily. Letting out annoyed sigh, I reached over to press the button on the pole to alert traffic that I would be crossing soon, all the while continuing to listen to Keegan rant about my ex.
"Well, I'd forget about him if I was you. You've put six years into that stupid fuck-boy, and if he hasn't taken the hint that you're too good for him by now then he never will. Besides you deserve so much better anyway, Harley," Keegan encouraged, as I rolled my eyes, and replied, "Yeah, I know. I just wish things had turned out slightly different. I mean, his whole family loved me…and his friends, on occasion, did at least whenever they saw how much I really did for him…but he…. he…"
"Was a fucking jerk," Keegan finished for me, as I let out a labored sigh, as I fought back the hard emotions that were welling up inside of me.
"I know it's hard Harley. Trust me, I know. I've been through it too, but sometimes things just don't work out no matter how hard you try. Sometimes letting go does less damage than to hold on to something that just keeps hurting you," Keegan replied, as I nodded, even though I knew she couldn't see me.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Though all the same…I still wish I had pulled a Carrie Underwood on that piece of shit car of his before I left," I chuckled, as she howled on the other side of the line. It was a little inside joke between the two of us that we'd had ever since he bought that hunk of junk that he'd loved so much. Honestly that car was a stain on its own name, and part of us had always wished he'd crash that piece of shit just like the last one. Sadly though, his driving record hadn't lucked out. Even after running thousands of stop lights, speeding like he had some lucky charm to save his ass, and his ever present road rage with every other driver on the road, he'd still yet to crash the thing. So of course, after the whole break up, I had mainly fantasized myself as the ever lovely Carrie Underwood and imagined myself pulling the same move she had in her music video, 'Before he Cheats.' This was of course a fantasy I had many times confessed to Keegan about, and she had whole heartedly agreed with on a number of occasions. Although, we both knew I never would live out my dream though. I had gone over it in my head millions of times, and the outcome had never seemed too pretty. To say I was a chicken would probably be an understatement. Of course Keegan never would let me forget it either.
"Yeah, I would have loved to see you do that actually. Sadly though, I do not have the funds to bail you out if the cops catch up to you…"
"'IF' Keegan…IF… that's a very strong word there," I laughed along with her, as I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the light had turned green for me to go ahead and make my way across the street, "Anyway sis, I'm going to have to call you back here in a little while. I've got a date with some good food right now, and it's just calling my name."
Chuckling, Keegan replied, "Sure, I'll talk to you later too sis. I've got some of my own delicious food calling my name as well right now. Want me to call you back, or would you rather call me?"
Stepping out onto the asphalt of the street, as I finally decided to make my way across, I was just getting ready to reply to her question when suddenly a warning signal went off in the back of my head. I don't know what it was exactly, or why I had it, but it almost sounded like a car horn blaring in my eardrum as my body seemed to freeze mid-step. It wasn't until that moment did I finally realize that there was a blinding white light bouncing off of my slightly small 5'6 frame. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, as I squinted my eyes in both confusion, and also at the large debilitating glare that was now shining into them. My heart sped up, and I felt my hand go slack on the phone I was holding onto tightly just a moment ago. I just barely had time to crane my neck to the side to see what was going on, when suddenly I felt a huge mass smash into my left side and send me flying backwards through the air.
At first it was like everything was happening in slow motion. I could literally feel my hand lose grip on the phone, as it was wrenched away from it by the sheer force of the collision. I could even hear the screeching from the tires, and the wailing screams from the onlookers nearby as they watched in horror of what was happening right in front of them. Hell, I'm pretty sure I could hear almost everything but my own screams in that moment as time seemed to slow down to an even more screeching halt as the wind whip past my ears, and my heart pounded frantically within my chest.
However, it wasn't until I felt my head collide painfully with the pavement behind me in an almost crushing blow, did time seem to speed back up. Suddenly the numbness from the adrenaline before all but left me, and all I could feel was the white-hot pain coursing throughout my entire body. No matter how hard I tried to take a breath, it wouldn't come. It was almost like a whole building was resting upon my chest, and the longer I couldn't breathe; the more panic began to set it.
Choking on air that would never come, I felt something wet and hot drip across my lips, as the smell of something rusty…. nearly metallic… filled the air around me.
Far off somewhere I could hear Keegan's faint voice screaming from the speaker on the other side of the phone, as people all around finally stopped screaming in horror, and began to quickly rush to my aid. I even think I may have heard a man talking on the phone to the cops somewhere a little ways off within the crowd. However, part of me was wondering if I was only hallucinating by this point, because suddenly I felt a warm familiar hand press itself against my temple. My eyes darted back and forth as they tried to focus on what was in front me, instead of on the blinding white hot pain coursing through my entire being within that moment. Once again I tried to breathe in as I felt another wave of pain invade my senses, but all that accomplished was a gurgled cough, and something wet, hot, and sticky pouring from the corner of my mouth again. Nothing I tried to force my body to do would work, and the more I panicked the worse it got. Not to mention the colder the air felt against my skin, the more I struggled to bring myself to my full senses. It was almost as if this cold dark abyss was slowly swallowing me from within, and drowning out every sense of mine.
However, it wasn't until a familiar voice cried out from above me, did my heart finally began to slow, and my senses began to blur just enough for me to see and hear who exactly it was currently holding me in their arms. The moment their face swam into my vision, it was as if the world around me no longer existed, and I was trapped only within this moment with them. Tears pooled from my eyes not only from the pain, but also for the face hovering above my own; a face full of anguish and regret as tears of their own slid down their cheeks in a rapid pattern. I tried to wheeze out my question of why he was here, but all that came out was another wave of blood bubbling past my lips. Apparently I didn't have to ask him though. He was already crying out the answer in a heartbreaking mantra as he clung onto me tightly as if he were my last life line.
"Harley! H-Harley! I-I-I'm so sorry! I-I didn't see you! I w-was (hiccup) g-going so fast! I-I couldn't see the l-light had changed. W-Why did you have to wear that stupid black jacket of yours! Y-you know I used to tell you not to wear that thing while walking at night! Please Harley, p-please j-just stay with me! The ambulance should be here any minute, baby! Please, just… come on…p-please just breathe damn-it," a familiar voice cried out with pure panic lacing through their words.
I of course knew that voice the instant it entered my ears. I'd known that voice for six years. I had listened to that voice tell me their hopes and their dreams. Fallen asleep to that voice whispering sweet nothings in my ear at night, too. I'd even heard that voice scream how much they couldn't stand me either. So, of course, as my vision began to clear for a brief second, I was utterly shocked to find the reason for my pain had been the same reason for the same pain I'd had for so many years. It seemed almost comically fitting in that moment; completely ironic.
I couldn't help the slew of emotions that burst up from within me at that moment, as I saw Ryan's face hovering over my own. First, I felt anger, and then betrayal, but as soon as I noticed the giant tear tracks falling across his cheeks… leaking from behind those bright hazel green eyes that I had become hypnotized in almost a million times before…. I just…. I guess I just knew, and just like that all the anger and ill will I had toward him just flew out the window. I mean, what good would it really do me right now? I could already feel my heart slowing, and the cold I had felt before had all but left me numb.
All the anger just slipped right on out of me, and left me with what I could only describe as peace and acceptance. Something I had fought for so long to grasp, and was just now finally handed to me in these last few moments.
Like I said, with everything that happened, this moment almost seemed ironic…but all the same fitting. What better way was there to go out, than in the person you had always loved arms?
I knew…and I accepted the fact that he hadn't meant to hit me. Being angry with him wouldn't do me any good in these last moments with him.
It had simply been an accident.
One that I'm sure he'd regret on his own for the rest of his life. There was honestly no need to rub salt in this wound now.
However, that didn't completely change how I felt in that moment. It didn't keep the sorrow from filling my heart, and regret of what it would do to everyone else left behind. I would never get to tell my cousin how much I really did love him despite my teasing, or Keegan, and how she had meant more to me than just some friend. My mother would have to bury her only child, and my aunt would somehow find a way to blame it all upon herself. I wouldn't be there to help them through that. I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to them.
However, at least I had this. At least I could do one thing right in this moment, and maybe give Ryan the peace he needed. So, with what energy I had left, I reached up with my bloody palm and cupped his own cheek while trying to fight through the drowning feeling of my own blood spilling past my lips. Within that moment, I fought to try and speak the words I had always withheld from him for nearly the entire six years we had known each other…six years of constant fights and bickering… six years of backstabbing… and six years of strife that neither of us had deserved.
However, it was still too much, and the words wouldn't seem to pull themselves from the depth of my lungs, and I found all that I could do was mouth to him, 'I forgive you, Ryan.'
With that, one last tear slipped from my eyes, and I watched his pleadings for me to keep on trying to breathe stop, as his own eyes widened into a look of heartbreaking shock. Slowly, Ryan's face above me began to fade away as the dark abyss finally took a hold on me. With the last of the energy I had leaving me, I felt my palm fall away from his face leaving a bloody track mark in it's wake. My body gave one last shudder for a breath that would never come, before I felt my vision finally blur into what seemed like an eternal darkness.
All at once, I felt a peace I had never before felt in all my twenty-six years. A peace that was like no other…and I all but embraced it.
However, it seemed fate had other plans for me that night, as I felt an invisible string tug me backwards away from that long awaited peace. A force that I now knew would forever haunt me, and I would always hold a grudge for, as I slammed backwards into a reality I had no place within.
Colors that no man had ever laid his eyes upon before swam through my vision in a whirlwind, before suddenly…I was encased into some kind of new blackness.
And within that dark moment…I felt different.
I felt very much alive…but different.
It wasn't until I had the courage to open my eyes did I realize why.
Suddenly the world seemed so much larger around me. Hell, it even smelled different! There were new sounds everywhere, and things I know I shouldn't have been able to hear, I could now make out from all around me.
It wasn't until I lowered my head, and looked down at my feet, did I realize why.
What were in front of me weren't feet, but…paws?
Very white, very fluffy, paws!
Blinking against the bright light surrounding my new vision as I tried to shake of the blurriness in my eyes, I heard someone calling out from behind me. Curious to the sound, I felt my ears perk up at the strange noise, but it wasn't until my vision finally cleared, and I turned my head to the sound of the person's voice did panic truly set in within my mind.
Not but a few feet away from me, sprawled out across the leafy ground of the forest floor, was a strange woman with glowing red eyes that seemed to almost plead with me in that moment as tears streamed down her face. Above her, stood another strange, but very large creature with bright blue eyes mocking almost her very existence. He almost hovered over her with what I could only describe as ill intent. Just his mere presence had me shivering from head to toe as I whined in distrust for this poor bloodied woman lying before him.
However, it wasn't until my senses finally came back to me fully that I finally realized what I was really seeing. This creature… no… this monster looming above this poor girl, I had only seen a few times before… and never within my own reality. This animal, that I had only seen upon a flat screen T.V. before, snarled in warning towards me as it noticed the girl calling out for my help. Whining once more in surrender, I backed away in shock and fear, as it once again returned it's piercing ice-filled gaze down upon the woman below its crouched form. It almost watched in pure amusement as the poor girl fought so hard to try to crawl away from the creature looming before her and towards me. However, her actions were futile as the animal gripped her leg, and yanked her back towards him. This of course earned not only a yelp of pain from the woman, but a yelp of fear from me. Although, that only seemed to humor him more.
"Uncle…please! Stop it! Don't do this," the woman cried, as the creature gave a vicious grin towards its prey lying below him.
"I truly am sorry that it had to end like this Laura," the half-man/half-creature, chuckled, before finishing with the chilling words that I almost prayed I had not just heard, "But we always knew I'd make a better Alpha anyway."
Before Laura could escape his clutches this time, he quickly dove in for the kill not minding me nearby one bit. My heart almost stopped, as I watched him happily take away her life before my very own eyes. It wasn't until he turned his icy blue eyes my way that I whimpered in fear for my own life. Letting out a high pitched yelp, I quickly turned tail and ran from the scene as the smell of blood filled my new sensitive nose.
It wasn't until an hour later, when exhaustion finally took over and I finally felt safe enough, did I quickly cease my blind run into the middle of nowhere. Collapsing upon the ground, I felt the world spinning around me, as I tried to make sense of what I had just laid witness to.
However, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't find an answer to what had just happened right in front of me. In my mind, this just all had to be a dream.
A dream that I just knew I would wake up from any minute, and would find myself either laying in a hospital bed, or maybe even in my own bed at the very least. I would of course laugh at the silliness of the dream, and then go about my day as if it had never happened. However, no matter how hard I squinted, or shook my head, I just kept coming back to the same conclusion as I would open my eyes and take in my surroundings.
This was real.
This was not a dream.
I was in the Beacon Hill Preserve, surrounded by large thick trees all around me.
And yes…. I had just seen Peter Hale kill his niece Laura Hale in cold blood.
Whimpering as reality set in, and knowing the precarious situation I had now found myself within, I knew in that moment, that I was in deep.
My long time dream… had now turned into reality. However, it was no longer a dream… no… it was a nightmare!
Even now, as what had happened sank into me finally, I still couldn't believe it. However, it wasn't until a pain that I did not know I had decided to reel its ugly head that I finally came back to my senses. Grimacing at the white-hot pain coursing through my body, I limped over to a nearby pond illuminated by the moonlight above me.
It wasn't until I reached the pool's surface, did I finally realize just how deep I was in this, and how truly fucked I really was.
See, most people would think if they were suddenly to be transported into their favorite show or movie, that they would be fine. That they would follow the show's or movie's plot line without a care in the world, or any new problem. That they would eventually capture their favorite character's attention, and they would fall deeply and madly in love together. However, as I stared at my wavering reflection within the water's surface, I soon realized that was not about to be the case for me.
Why may you ask?
Because staring back at me within that reflection at the water's edge was not my own visage, but that of someone…no…something else.
My human features were gone, and in their place stood a large, pure white husky with bright sky blue eyes staring back at me.
No, this was not a normal fall-into-your-favorite-show kind of plot.
Why?
Because in all the fanfictions I had ever read, I had never once heard of someone coming back as a dog to live in their favorite fandom.
It was in that moment that I realized just how truly fucked I really was, and as that realization sank into my brain I opened my mouth and let out a deep guttural howl of annoyance.
Well, I really hoped you liked this version a little better. It gave a few more details, and to me at least, described things a bit better. I honestly feel that it's not as jumpy, but tell me what you think? Did you like it, or do you hate? Was it better this way, or should I have left it? I'll take all opinions, except for rude flames thank you. Anyway, onward to Chapter 2 I guess.