The Happy Place
CHAPTER 1
NOTE- yes I deleted all of my stories, I was having major writer's block that was not going to end anytime soon. So I am starting this new story and not writing anything else until it's finished! I'm not a big fan of the whole vampire/werewolf thing... so this is a type of happy medium. ENJOY
"Hell won't be so bad, you know. After all, I'll be there to keep you company."
― Tess Oliver, Camille
There is a catchy little song, something about going over a river and through the woods to Grandmother's house.
It's a stupid song.
I can't stop humming it in my head, though admitedly the situation calls for it.
I am literally on my way to my grandmother's house, per my mother's request. I guess the poor old woman has some sort of cold that renders her in need of homemade chicken soup.
It's a long walk, about three miles along the main road that twists and turns through our small town. I only just turned sixteen and there was no way that my uptight mother was going to let me drive her SUV. No, no, she would rather send her child outside alone...to be eaten alive by the beasts that haunt our town's surrounding forests.
Ok I'm being a tad dramatick. Yes there are unknown beasts and monsters in our forests, but no, they don't just come crawling out of the woods to eat you...at least not during the day.
Here in Limaville as long as you are in your home, doors and windows locked, by the town curfew of 8pm then you live to see another day. We live in piece with monsters of Limaville, they don't come near us and we don't go near them.
Of course it doesn't always work that way. Every once and awhile you see a missing child poster and you just know that little "Tommy" or whatever wandered into the woods and was snatched up.
Kids are so stupid.
A loud horn honking snaps me out of my thoughts. A beat up Chevy pulls up next to me, I roll my eyes and continue my walk down the traveled road.
"Hey good lookin'! You need a ride?"
Ugh. Noah Puckerman. The town man whore. It's rumored that he is 1/4 Centaur, God only knows how drunk his poor mother had to have been. He is muscular in build, and his hair naturally grows in a mohawk-like mane, his eyes an expressionless black color. I don't even bother looking at him.
"Get the hell away from me Puckerman, I wouldn't be caught dead with a mut like you"
"Awww, why so bitchy? We can't all be purebloods like the fabulous Fabray's"
I'm really not in the mood for his bullshit. And I know he won't let up. Without another word from hima turn sharply to the left and head into the forest.
"Hey! Hey you can't go in there!" He is shouting, though I don't know why...I'm barely twenty feet away.
"Alright fine...but don't think I'll be surprised when they find your mangled body!" Those were his parting words as he reved up his engine and sped away.
Thank God.
I had only gone about ten feet into the woods with absolutely no intention of going any further. I just wanted to get rid of that scumbag.
I'm almost back to the road when I hear it.
Sounds like...crying.
I turn quickly, looking in every direction for the whimper.
Then I see it.
Or rather... I se HER.
About thirty feet deep into the woods, a small figure is lying almost motionless on the ground. Without really thinking about it I run towards the girl. Some beast must've snagged her while she was out for a jog or something.
When I get to her I drop to my knees. The poor girl is naked, and looks to have been beaten close to death. She is stirring slightly but is otherwise unresponsive. My mind is racing, trying to figure out a solution. I'm only five minutes away from my Grandma's house. The girl is small, young, probably just a year or two younger than me. I turn her over and wrap her in my coat. Her face is beautiful, I don't recognize her from around her thought. Maybe she is new...it would explain why she didn't know not to go in the woods.
Speaking of... I needed to get us out and away from the forest. Now. It was getting dark, in a half hour it would be eight o'clock. I would have to call my mom and let her know that I would be staying at Grandma's tonight. I pick the girl up gently, she is odly warm...most likely running a fever from being clothesless.
I'm out of breath by the time I reach my Grandmother's house. She lives on the outskirts of Limaville, the closest neighbor is a mile in either direction. I don't bother knocking, the woman is 97 years old and can barely hear or see. I carry the girl to one of the two story hous's guest bedrooms and lay her in the quilted bed.
I walk lightly down the hall to my Grandma's room. She is awake but says nothing to me, just smiles before coughing and hacking. I walk in and hand the thermos of soup to her.
"Hey Grandma, mom wanted to make sure you eat this and get better."
"Oh of course dear!" She yells. I wince.
"Hey Grandma, it's dark outside so I am going to stay the night here ok?" She has already tuned me out.
A quick call to my mother and everything is settled. I don't tell her about the girl, no use worrying anyone just yet. Instead I go back to the guest room intent on finding the girl something to wear. She has rolled over on her side and is almost falling off the bed. Natrally I go to situate her, that's when she opens her eyes slightly... and I can see.
Don't panic.
Don't PANIC.
DON'T panic.
DON'T PANIC.
I'm panicking... Oh God I'm going to throw up.
Her eyes. Her eyes are a crystal blue.
Crystal Blue eyes... a trademark of the Lycan, the shapeshifters, the monsters in the woods.
I am trapped in my Grandmother's house with a Werewolf.
Holy Shit.
TBC...?