Heart of Ice: Sawyer's Immortality
Fablesworn
Summary: After hunting a group of werewolves goes terribly wrong, Sawyer returns as a young but immortal werewolf. While learning of being a werewolf, Sawyer tries to get closer to Mina…but finds that she's playing hard to get.
Setting: Right after the movie, say about a couple months.
Genre: Adventure/Suspense
Author's Notes: I've been working on this story for over a month now, and it's getting closer and closer to getting finished. I'll probably update a chapter either every couple of days, or at least once a week. I'd greatly appreciate any reviews that anyone sends my way, and comments are also very nice. Thanks to any and all who read this-hope they enjoy!
Preface:
His breath could be seen in the cold night air. His hands clenched tightly on his most prized possession-the Winchester. Growls and angry voices could be heard somewhere in front of him. The familiar sense of fear combined with an eagerness for the battle to begin engulfed him-making him tremble hard as he hid behind a large boulder underneath the moonlight.
The moon itself shown high above him. It was so bright; it reminded him strongly of the sun, shining on its weakest day. He knew that that did not matter, however. Nor did the thousands upon thousands of stars that shown in the black night sky above, around the full moon. All that mattered was that he slay these monsters before more innocent people were hurt-or worse, killed. More children. His breath quickened in anger at remembering the hundreds of bodies that he and the league had stumbled across on one of their 'adventures'. All of them had been horrified at the scene, and Mina had noticed immediately what had done it…werewolves.
The same werewolves that Skinner had tracked and had reported back to him a week later, finding himself sitting here waiting for the moment of opportunity, the moment in which he could strike at them all and destroy them without even raising the alarm for the others. The same werewolves that were all arguing about what they should or shouldn't do next. The same werewolves that looked as though they could eat him for breakfast, lunch, and supper. Sawyer didn't think he could find anything funny at a time like this, but he was proven wrong. He knew that it wasn't the humor he was seeing, that he knew there was every chance of him being discovered, and then taken by these monsters…and therein lied the reason for him grinning like an idiot into the woods as he leaned against the boulder, loading the Winchester.
If he didn't survive, or if he was taken as a prisoner-then the others would not come for him. At least, that was what he told them to do. If he didn't survive, then so be it. That was the price he would pay, in avenging the murders of innocents. He would pay for it gladly, if it took down the others surrounding him as well. He knew that they probably wouldn't respect his wishes, but would most likely give him time to kill a few-and if he got in trouble-wait a bit before getting him out of it again. He knew that he wouldn't be angry at them for doing so either, just disappointed that he failed in yet another mission, was made to look even more weak in needing assistance in getting rescued. Frowning, he scowled out his irritation as he listened to the arguing going on by the large fire that the monster had built.
It sounded as though they were quickly reaching a decision. Which meant he didn't have a whole lot of time before the battle would begin. He felt his pulse go rapidly, his heart beat faster. He knew that this would be a battle unlike any other, that there would probably even be pain when fighting. He hoped that he wouldn't die. He really wanted to become stronger, to be better right alongside the league. Gripping the Winchester tightly, once more, he quickly stole a look towards the group that was spread out among the fire-and found himself staring into the eyes of a very hungry werewolf.