Ok, this is my first story. Besides the 100 Story Challenge. This is a real story, that I made up. o.o And here it is oh and before I forget...
Disclaimer: NO! I don't own The Sisters Grimm or any of the characters. Just this storyline thing. So stop bugging me! x)
Is This Real?
The cold air stung my face as I walked deeper into the forest. I loved walking around in the forest aimlessly. It gave me time to think, and to get away from a certain annoying fairy. This time he went to far. For some reason, whenever he insulted me calling me ugly, it hurt a lot. I hated that he made me feel like that. I remember when I couldn't care less what people thought about me, now that's all I think about. Ugh, growing up sucks. I heard a faint whimpering. I looked around but I was the only one there, I dismissed it thinking it was the wind.
"If only I could know what he was thinking. Maybe I wouldn't be so confused." I sighed as I walked deeper into the trees. I stopped and looked around, there was that whimpering sound again. I frowned, I couldn't see where it was coming from. I stopped breathing and tried to hear from what direction it was coming from, remembering what Mr. Canis taught us to do that afternoon before we were sucked into the rip in time. It was coming from the East. I turned on my heel and started towards the whimpering. It became more audible, sounding like a soft yelp. I stopped again. Right below me?...
"Oh my God! A Puppy?!" I looked down, I was shocked. There was a puppy, starving lying in the snow. It weakly wagged its tail as it saw that I noticed it. I dropped onto my knees and examined it. It was defintley starving, all his bones were very clear. My vision blurred up as I wondered who would be so cruel to leave him here.
"Don't worry, I'll save you. Don't worry, you're in good hands..." I unzipped my coat and shook it off laying it on the ground. I softly dusted off the snow from the puppy and tried to pick him up. He yelped a bit, I was so scared to accidently break him. He was so fragile. I layed him down gently on my coat, wrapping him up into a ball. His head sticking out, he looked at me with what looked like thankful eyes.
"Don't go to sleep, ok? You need to stay up. Granny will know what to do. Don't worry, everything's going to be ok." I cradled him in my arms. He yawned. Fudge. I nestled him into my chest and ran for it. It would only be a few minutes. I've never ran so fast in my life, the trees passed by me in a blur. I could see the smoke from the house a few feet away.
"Granny! Granny! HELP!" I was exhausted. My lungs were on fire; I kicked on the door hard, it would have fallen down if it weren't enchanted. "Granny!" She quickly opened the door and I almost fell in.
"Sabrina, why isn't your coat on? It's freezing outside!" Granny looked worried.
"Help it please." The puppy whined; Granny's face showed a wave of emotions. From shock, to sadness, to worry. We rushed into the kitchen; I layed him down on the empty kitchen table. Granny unwrapped him gently.
"Oh my... Jacob!" She raced across the kitchen towards the fridge. Uncle Jake ran in.
"Where's the fire?!" he asked. He looked at me and his brows furrowed into a worried expression, when he looked down to what I was hovering over, realization dawned on his face.
"Whoa..." He walked up to it outstretching his hands over it, not sure if it was ok to touch him. Granny Relda mixed up something that must have been formula. "Jacob, I need you to go to Mirror. Tell him I need the Blanket of Fire. Tell him it's urgent!" Granny Relda rushed around the kitchen. Uncle Jake ran out of the room, I could hear him run up the stairs. Daphne walked in.
"OH MY GOSH A PUPPY! CAN I HUG IT?!" She ran to it, but stopped short noticing what condition it was in. Tears already welling up in her eyes. "Poor puppy!" She wailed. Elvis came in and sniffed the air, his nose pointing towards the kitchen table. He walked towards the table, Daphne held him back.
"Stay away Elvis," Granny scolded "Daphne go and get me some blankets." Daphne rushed out and came back in five seconds with a pile of blankets. "Oh dear, not that many." Granny said. I gently picked him up as Daphne shoved my coat aside, and Granny wiped the table. They put down 3 blankets onto the table; I stared at the puppy as I layed him down. He wagged his tail and stared back at me; he was a trooper. Puck slammed the door open with Uncle Jake.
"I heard Grimm brought home a mutt." He said as he walked up to the table. I saw a quick flicker of sadness cross his face, but was quickly replaced with his impish grin. "Hey, it looks better than you." he said as he looked at me grinning even more. I frowned; I think I heard the puppy growl. I smiled, he didn't like being called an it.
"Hand me the blanket Jacob." Granny said as she went into the silverware drawer taking out a medicine dropper. Uncle Jake handed her a black blanket, with a few patches and stitches all over it as if there were a fight for it before. She headed towards the puppy with it.
"Um, Granny isn't it called the Blanket of Fire? I mean we want him to get warm, not catch on fire." I said guarding him from the blanket. Granny looked up at me.
"Liebling, this adjusts to the temperature needed. The blanket will adjust to the puppies temperature and slowly bring him back from hypothermia." I hesitated a bit and looked into his eyes, he seemed to understand and kept staring back. I moved my hands as Granny gently layed the blanket onto him. Shock came to the puppies face, the feeling of magic I suppose; but his eyes drooped liking the warmness coming from the blanket. The blanket changed color, it's original black turned to a shade of yellow to orange. It's patches and stitches gave off a red tint. No wonder it was called the Blanket of Fire.
"Sabrina keep him awake, the rest of you leave and give us some room." Granny said as she brang the bowl with the formula towards the table. I kept my eyes glued onto the puppy, stroking his fragile cheek. I heard footsteps hesitantly leave the room. "Elvis stay." I looked up to see Elvis backtrack into the room. He looked up at Granny for more instructions. She looked at me, her hard determined face softened into a worried look.
"We'll need the knowledge of it's own kind. Besides, dogs have an extra sense, knowing when one is dead. I'm not sure if it counts for animals." Granny came infront of the puppy and dipped the medicine dropper into the formula, sucking up a little.
"Why does it have to be only a little bit? He needs a lot." I asked, I wanted him to be better. I felt as if I've known him my whole life, instead of a few minutes. Granny Relda gently opened his mouth sticking the dropper in letting a drop of milk go in his mouth. He was still staring at me, he blinked a few times, aknowledging what was happening.
"The puppy is only a few weeks old, liebling. And by it's state of health, it seems he hasn't eaten for some time. His body could go into shock if we give him a lot. His body has to adjust to what is being offered into him; he has to know how it goes down. If we give him a lot, he could choke, since his body doesn't know what to do with the formula." It seemed to make sense. I watched Granny offer him more droplets of the formula. The color seemed to come back to the puppies face. I gently touched the puppies snout, to find it was moist, how it should be. Elvis sat on the floor patiently looking on at what was happening above him. Granny went into her purse and took out a collar with a round watch.
"Lift him up a bit so I can put this around him." Granny pulled the blanket to the side and unbuckled the collar. I lifted him up, Granny put the collar around his tummy. I looked at her confused.
"This will tell us his temperature, I use it on Elvis whenever he's sick." Granny said patting Elvis on the head. He got on his two hind legs and rested his front legs on the edge of the table. He looked at the puppy, curiously. A soft mournful howl choked out of his mouth. My heart skipped two beats. Wasn't a howl a bad thing? I looked at Granny worried out of my wits. I could feel that my eyes were widened to the extreme. She patted my hand trying not to make eye contact, not wanting to worry me. A soft beep came from the thermometer.
"Is 100 degrees good in a puppy?" I asked. Granny Relda took off the collar and covered the puppy with the blanket again. She seemed to relax.
"Yes. Usually a puppy of four weeks of age is usually 100 degrees. The blanket has brung him back to his healthy and normal temperature." Granny let out a big sigh.
"But we're still not out of the woods, huh?" I asked. He was still emaciated.
"Yes. He's still very malnourished. But he seems to be getting more energy, we could use Elvis's old bottle." Granny gave him a few more droplets before she called Puck. I kept staring at the puppy; he didn't seem to stray his eyes from me. I felt a strong connection with him. I heard Puck saunter in.
"You rang?" he said. Granny got up and went across the kitchen. I looked up at him, he was already looking at me. Probably trying to think of an insult. But his face looked as if he were worried.
"Go into my room, will you. In my closets corner there should be a small brown box with a lock on it. Heres the key to it; bring me the bottle." Granny handed him the key. I broke his gaze and looked back down to the puppy; I stroked the top of his little head with my thumb.
"Everything's ok. Just like I promised. You'll make it." I softly murmured to him. I felt Puck still staring at me; before he left the kitchen with the key. He let out a content little bark. A small smile cracked onto my face; he was so full of enthusiasm, something I lacked for some time. "Shh, don't use up your energy." I cooed at him, still stroking him. Puck came back, but not with the bottle; but with a big brown box.
"Geez old lady, I thought you said small brown box." Puck said as he let it drop onto the counter across from the table. Granny let out a soft laugh. "Why, I guess it is a bit big. Your Opa Basil always said I was a pack rat." She opened the box to find Elvis's old puppy stuff.
"She said you only had to bring the bottle." I said still looking at the puppy. I should name him. I heard Puck grunt, but I didn't look up. The puppy mesmerized me.
"I don't know what a bottle is! I'm royalty, I have servants take care of stuff like that. And why won't you look up from him; I'm more magnificent than that thing." Was that jealousy I heard in his voice? My smile became more pronounced. I looked up at him, he was frowning.
"I actually think it's the other way around." I looked back down to him; waiting for that to sink in and register in Puck's peanut sized brain.
"Hey! I'm a fairy, and he's a dog taking up table space. I could be eating right now." He grumbled. It took him a minute. A new record for him. I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his snout. He quickly licked my face. I smiled more. Puck made a gagging sound.
"Wow Grimm. I mean I know no boy with a right mind likes you, but I don't think resorting to dogs is good for you. I'm pretty sure that would be frowned upon society." I looked up at him and scowled. He was such a pest sometimes.
"Get out you jerk." I said, I could hear the venom thick in my voice. Puck looked shocked and hurt. He quickly brushed it off and laughed. Granny Relda came with a bottle of formula.
"Puck leave Sabrina alone. She doesn't have time for you right now. Go back out." I smirked at him and secretly thanked Granny in my head. Puck grunted and stomped out slamming the door open. I looked at the bottle, looked like a regular baby's bottle.
"Um, Granny? Did you wash that?" I asked. Granny let out a small chuckle.
"Of course, liebling. I may be old and crazy, but I know what to do when someone needs help." She said showing me the bottle. It didn't have just one hole on the latex top. It had three small holes. I looked at Granny.
"I read it in a book when I first got Elvis. A few more holes, not too big, so the puppy won't suck air bubbles." She seemed to reminisce about when Elvis was a puppy. I hesitated a bit.
"Can I feed him?" I asked. Granny smiled at me and handed me the bottle. The blanket went from side to side; he was wagging his tail. I gently inserted the bottle into his mouth being careful not to give him to much. He started to suck on his own.
"Yes. He's definitely older than two weeks. I'll check later." The bottle wasn't very full only about 3 ounces of the formula, I wasn't surprised when he was finished with it a few minutes later. "Don't worry Sabrina. He'll make it through the night." I noticed I was tearing a bit. Wait through the night? I looked out the window. It was already dark. It was just sunny a few minutes ago...
"Time flies doesn't it?" Granny said responding to my thoughts. I nodded a bit still in my thoughts. Uncle Jake came in.
"It's ready." He said. Ready? What's ready? I looked at them confused.
"You can bring him now." Granny Relda left with all the supplies and I gently lifted him up with all the blankets. I backed out of the room, my back facing the door opening it. I turned around and went into the living room, it was definitely different. The books were moved aside, the floor was covered in millions of blankets and pillows. Pillows were aligned against the couches making it like a little fortress. I smiled. I kicked off my shoes swiftly and walked into it. I got on my knees and gently laid him down on the blankets. Daphne yawned. She was in the doorway with everyone else. Granny Relda looked at her watch.
"Oh my! It's already 11 'o clock. Daphne we should get you into bed, and Jacob, you should get sleep too. You haven't slept in days." They both shrugged and followed her up the stairs. Granny left all the supplies on the coffee table that was off to the side. The puppy yawned and drowzily blinked his eyes. I layed down next to him feeling sleep finally wanting my attention.
"It's ok buddy. You can go to sleep now. You're safe now. No one will ever mistreat you like that anymore." He wagged his tail a bit more and finally nodded off to sleep. Elvis was already asleep on the couch. I felt disgusting. The mud from before was all plastered onto my jeans; I never wanted a shower more than at that moment. I couldn't sleep feeling like this. Granny came in and looked at me.
"You should go and get cleaned up, liebling. Don't worry I'll look after him for you." I smiled, she always knew what to do. I got up quietly and went into the bathroom. I took a quick shower and went back into my room. I changed into pajamas, and dried my hair with my towel. I went towards my bed to grab a pillow and a blanket when I mentally slapped myself. There were enough blankets and pillows downstairs that it would be enough for the army. I silently laughed to myself and walked towards my door. I opened it to find a shaggy haired boy holding a unicorn. I scowled at him.
"What do you want, pus-brain?" I asked sourly. I wanted to get back to the puppy. He smiled a bit and handed me his unicorn. I held it hesitantly. He rolled his eyes.
"I didn't do anything to it, Grimm. Just wanted you to give it to the dog." I looked at him in the eyes to see if he was lying but he looked down quickly. I frowned, it was probably a trick. I shoved it back into his gut.
"Keep it. And stay away from him. He's still weak, if you try anything funny, I promise you I'll drop kick you out a window." I growled at him. He looked at me shocked.
"Geez, I was just trying to be nice. I was worried that he might be bored." I tried not to scoff at his fake concern.
"Oh save it. When have you ever cared about anyone but yourself?" I started for the stairs.
"Since I met you..." I almost didn't hear him. He sighed it. I stood rigid on my spot.
"Um, you didn't hear that right?" He said, I looked back at him. I was sure my face told him I did. He looked down avoiding my gaze.
"Uh, um..." I didn't know what to say. The awkwardness reached a new level.
"Just pretend I never said anything, ugly." he said walking towards his room.
"Yeah, I like that plan." I sighed. "And you better not prank him, or, well you know what will happen to you." I heard him chuckle as I walked downstairs and into the living room. Granny was almost asleep. I gently shook her.
"You can go sleep now Granny. I'll call you if anything is up." I told her as I helped her up.
"Goodnight, liebling. Sleep well, tomorow will be a big day as well." She kissed me good night and left upstairs. I heard the audible click of her door closing as I layed down gently next to the puppy. I sighed as I nestled into the blankets, I gently stroked his little paws as I softly sung him a lullaby. I remembered singing before my parents were kidnapped. It felt good to sing again. I let out a relieved sigh.
"You're such a trooper." I said as I dozed off to sleep. What a trooper. Hmm. Trooper. That has a nice ring to it. Trooper. I smiled, I'll ask him if he likes that name in the morning.
Hope this was good. It took me like idk how many hours to write. :D
No, this won't be a bunch of one-shots. I'll create the story and stuffs later on. It all just comes to me. I don't plan stuff. o.o
Review please. Oh and help yourself to my muffins.