Hello There fellow readers and writers. summer has come and I'm ready to write! This is my first serious story that i've come up with and I hope its well writen. This idea has been wracking around in my head for a few months and I finally put the characters into action. Hope you like it R&R ^.^
_~Jay's Dream~_
She had been hanging her feet out of the end of the wagon for hours. But her company was being kept by Jonathan Wickem. Jonathan was dashing, brave, and above all he knew how to treat a woman. "It's a lovely day Miss. Bryant. She blushed. "That it is Jonathan." He grinned. "Would your Pa mind if I took you for a ride this afternoon when we stop?" She smiled brightly. "I don't think he'll mind at all. I'll ask before we stop." He nodded with a broad smile and galloped away.
"That Wickem boy?" Her Papa asked. Elizabeth nodded. "Yes Papa o-only for a little while though we'll be back for supper. Promise." Her father was getting old. He had fought in many wars, and he had a few battle scars on his neck and face. His beard was almost to his stomach and he smelt of sweat from working the horses. He was a wise man, and hopefully he would be wise enough to let her go. Even if he didn't she would sneak away then get in trouble. Her father sighed. "Young ladies do enjoy rides I suppose." She nodded. "Yes Papa. They do." He grinned and the twinkle in his eye shined bright. "I suppose so." Elizabeth smiled broadly and hugged her father. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Her Papa chuckled and let her go. "Just be back soon my dear." Elizabeth ran to meet Jonathan with glee.
As they sat quietly on the grass looking up as the sky slowly drifted from the bright morning to the sweet dark serenity if the twinkling night Elizabeth sighed and she laid back. Jonathan doing the same smiles at Elizabeth. "This is where I'm going to live Elizabeth." She glanced at him with a smile. "It's very beautiful." He smiled. "Would your father mind if you stayed?" Elizabeth felt her heart stop. "What do you mean?" Jonathan grinned. "I want you to stay, here with me and marry me." Jonathan pulled out a shiny ring and held it out for her to examine. "It's simple but real. It was my mother's ring." Elizabeth rolled it around in her fingers. She quickly looked up. "But I'm not even sixteen yet." Jonathan shrugged. "And I am nearly eighteen but what does age have to do with anything."
He made a point. Her father was twenty and her mother was fifteen. She blushed. Her and Jonathan. She looked up at him about to say yes when she saw something. It was big, silver, and beastly. She screamed clutching the ring Jonathan had given her. Jonathan looked behind him and screamed as loud as he could, but instead if protecting her, he snatched the ring and ran. Too frightened to do anything but stare she felt tears run down her face. He left her there to die.
The wolf sniffed the air and Elizabeth started to cry. As the wolf trotted over to her she felt her body start to quake with fear. "Please for the love of God don't kill me." She whispered backing away she suddenly feel on her bum making her quake with fear even more. She shut her eyes as the wolf got closer to her face. But instead of biting her like she had originally anticipated, the young pioneer felt something warm and wet glide from her chin to her forehead. She opened her eyes with shock. The wolf just liked her!
The wolf smiled, if that were possible and liked her tear stained cheeks. Elizabeth let out a giggle of relief. "Oh Lord Mr. Wolf you scared me." She reached out to pet the humongous beast, and he complied. She caught the wolf's eyes and was surprised. They were deep green, filled with human intelligence. "Well that's odd." Elizabeth whispered completely infatuated with the wild animal before her. The wolf whimpered and stood. Moving to stand she found something else different about the beast. Not only was he abnormally wide, he was taller than the horses her Papa had pulling the wagons. Suddenly footsteps were coming from behind Elizabeth. "Mr. Wolf," she whispered. "I have to go now." She looked up at the wolf and smiled gently. The wolf growled and started to circle around her. "U-um M-Mr. Wolf? I'm sorry but I have to go." The wolf growled again this time louder and rougher. Elizabeth felt her heart accelerate. The wolf started to shake. "M-Mr. Wolf?" This odd mammal started to worry her. "Mr. Wolf are you alright?" The wolf walked away from her slowly and was still shaking but now it was more intense. "Mr.-" she was about to ask again but was cut off by a loud crack that sounded like a whip. A bright sliver light emitted from the wolf and Elizabeth shielded her eyes from the bright rays. As the light slowly ebbed away instead of Mr. Wolf it was a man that was positioned on all fours. Elizabeth felt her face flush crimson. The man was naked; the naked man slowly stood from his position and turned to her. His skin was tan, much like the hard working farmers she was tracking with, but his entire body it seemed had been kissed by the sun. His hair was cut short, much like Jonathan's; only instead of blond his hair was the color of midnight. As she was ogling "Mr. Wolf" he had gotten closer. "Hello." He spoke in the deepest manliest voice she had ever heard. She felt her face flush even darker. "H-Hello." She gently whispered. He smirked devilishly. "Hm, you are quite the little purist." As he stood in front of her she quickly looked down. This man, she realized, was one of the Indians that travelers they had met up with along the journey told them about. They were friendly, that's what they had told them. The man chuckled at her. "Yes you'll do nicely." Do nicely? What did he mean by that? She heard snaps of twigs and tips of leaves in front of her. In spite of her beliefs she looked at the man and saw that he was sitting in front of her with his legs crossed and his elbows resting on his knee caps. Not bothering to hide himself at all Elizabeth, again looked away. "What's your name?" The man asked in an amused voice. "Why do you want to know?" She countered. The man chuckled. "I need to know the name of the woman that is to bear my children that is a custom among Indian people as well pale faces, we are more civil than what your people make us out to be." This was no man, no normal man anyway Elizabeth concluded. This being in front of her was a daemon. "L-leave me alone." The evil spirit in front of her laughed wholeheartedly. "Oh sweet woman I'm afraid that I can't, you see I've decided that you will be mine. My wolf has made the same decision, quite frankly my dear you don't have a choice in the matter." He roughly grabbed her sides and lifted her to stand on her feet. "Believe me my beauty, you won't complain." Elizabeth tried to struggle out of his grasp but his hands latched onto her wrists tightly. "Oh no missy, you'll be staying with me." Elizabeth kept struggling and the daemon sighed pulled her closer. "You'll have to stop that," letting his hands lower and grab on to her waist once again and he lifted her onto his shoulder. Letting her front fall behind him and her back hang. "No!" She screamed. "Let go of me you devil!" The man chuckled. "I'm no devil dear one. I'm quiet gentle, as you'll come to find."
I gasped awake with my hand on my heart. Beads of sweat were dripping down my forehead, my body was shaking, and my heart beat accelerated. Basically the whole shebang of a nightmare. For some odd reason every night I had the same stupid dreams, that was the first the next one, undoubtably, would come to night. Same creepy buff native guy, same mousey Elizabeth, it was so over and above my imagination I don't even know how I could have come up with it, and I could think up of some pretty messed up things, but the clothing, the wagons, the scenery it was so vivid, like I had been there, actually done what Elizabeth had done, but there wasn't time to think about that. Glancing at the clock I groaned. It was five minutes till I was supposed to be at the Knights Round Table, the "teen hang out" for Forks. But mostly little kids from grade school, some from the elementary and middle school over took it making it their own. And I was the ring leader of the little mongrels. Don't get me wrong I love little kids, it's just these little tykes are...evil! I don't know any other word that best describes them.
I pulled on my jacket and quickly grabbing my umbrella from the front door. Quickly stepping out of the door and locking it on the way to my dad's junker I pulled my hoodie over my head. Starting the cobalt blue jeep I slowly backed out of the drive way. The ride up to town was a reasonably long one. We lived out in the woods, I pass by trees for a good fifteen minutes before I finally reach some sort of passable bit of civilization. Glancing over at the "Welcome to Forks" sign. Rolling my eyes I press the gas harder with my foot. For some reason that sign started to irritate me. The fake little smiling people on it and the huge letters just made me want to punch something. I even told my best friend, in which she said I needed to either
(A.) Get laid or (B.) Get a change of scenery.
Truthfully I agreed with both, but (a.) would get me killed. I giggled at the thought of my virginity being gone was an amusing thought, but not one I would be allowed to entertain. Seeing the stop light blinking I turned quickly. Before yellow turned to red. Tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear I saw Harry's Dinner and honked. Ginny, my best friend worked there and saw someone turn around and wave. I smiled and turned back around focusing on the road. What I was driving on was called the strip, it had dinners, little shops, Newton's, a barber shop, etc., and at the end of the strip was "The Knights Round Table". I sighed and parked up front. This was insane, I saw the kids running in side. Praying a silent prayer, I opened the door. Screaming and squealing could be heard from the outside of the establishment. I sighed and locked my truck.
Walking in I heard the usual loud 90's music blaring, a bunch of pin ball machines binging and clanking, an intense air hockey game going on in the back. The owner's son Nate and a little kid that was most likely beating him. I walked towards the counter where the clipboard for our hours were, quickly writing my name down and the time I walked in I heard "Jay! The popcorn machines on the fritz again!" I smiled. That was the owner, a middle-aged woman that went by that name of Babbs, she was a character. She had been an army brat, later enrolling in the marines made her country proud, then finally put up shop in Forks. And God love her, she had a soft spot for children.
I walked over to the popcorn machine that Babbs was currently behind muttering curses low enough to where the kids watching her couldn't hear. "Hey Babbs, let me look." I said with an amused smile. She looked up at me and smirked. "Girly I don't know why but this darned contraption seems to like you the best." I giggled as she moved out of the way. Getting a good look at it I saw what was wrong. Quickly adjusting a few cords and wires and getting electrocuted just briefly made the light come on and the corn started to pop. Cheers from the little kids made me laugh as I went back to the counter.
"So Jay," Babbs started. "How's Edna? She called the other day but I didn't get to talk to long." I looked over at Babbs and sighed. Edna, my grandmother, lived with us and was sick. Really sick, and since she made a point when my mom was my age, to be as involved as she could in anything that was town related it seemed like everybody wanted to know how she was doing. "Better," I smiled. "The doctor said that she could get out of the brace in a few days give or take." Babbs grinned and slapped my back gently. "That's good to hear, now get back to work huh?" I smiled and returned to the cash register. Like any other seemingly normal day the Round Table closed at eight I wrote down how much we earned and signed out, when I left to go home and called to Nate to have a good night, not waiting for a reply I made my out the door. Walking to my truck I grabbed my keys and went to unlock the door. But something felt...off. I glanced around, but everything seemed to be like normal. I sighed and stepped up into the truck. 'Your being ridiculous Jay, nothing wrong your just being paranoid.' I pushed my key into ignition and pushed off.
Ignoring the foreboding feeling in my stomach I kept driving. Stopping off at the local gas station for fuel, and then headed back home to Gran. Making sure that she was ok then I went to bed. Nothing had happened but I still couldn't get that gut feeling, that something bad was coming, to go away.
_~PAUL POV~_
She was perfect. Small, looked a little to pale, and a little too thin but given time I could fix that. She had a daily routine; go to school on weekdays, and then go to work, then on weekend she checked on her grandmother, did homework, slept for an hour or so, and then my imprint went to work. She led a very simple life, one that wasn't filled with danger...I hated that I would have to interrupt that, but it was necessary. I had watched her for two weeks, and have yet to try to talk to her. But it seemed that with all the stuff that she had going on in her life she didn't need a guy with issues and one that could turn into a giant wolf to boot. It just didn't seem fair. Sighing I stood from where I was laying on the forest floor. I had waited since seven pm for her to come out. Finally seeing her walk through the door she made a bee-line towards her truck with her keys in her tiny fist. She looked up feeling my presence. I smiled wolfishly, she could feel me. The imprint was getting stronger every day, making me feel amazing every time I was graced to see her I wanted to leap for joy run out and wrap her in a hug. But I couldn't, not yet.
_~Jay's Dream~_
"Elizabeth...Elizabeeeeeeeth." She could hear her name being called in a low soothing tone, but she didn't dare open her eyes. Maybe if her kidnapper didn't find her useful the exotic man would let her go. Even death was an option at this point; she just wanted to get away from this man who calls himself Angel. He was by no means and angel. He said that it was his English name, she didn't care. He said he would take care of her, she didn't care. He said a lot of things about himself and what he would do for her, but she absolutely positively did. Not. Care. "Elizabeth are you hungry?" She shook her head, but her stomach betrayed her. Her captor chuckle deeply. "Sweet Elizabeth, please open your eyes." Angel pleaded oh so gently. Elizabeth finally complied smelling the sweet smell of meat. Her eyes found Angle with and object wrapped in cloth. Angle smiled graciously. "Angel let me go please." Elizabeth begged for the umpteenth time. Angel sighed and sat down beside her. "I'm very sorry that you are unhappy..." She quickly cut him off in anger. "Then let me go!" She roared. Angel shook his head and let his hand run through his closely cut midnight black hair. "But if I lose you I will be in the most intense pain that any of my people have experienced, so I must keep you here." He gently knelt and kissed her temple much to her surprise. It was sweet and soft something she had yet to encounter since she had been force to live her. "I must keep you...for my own selfish reasons." He whispered against her skin.
I woke with a start. Again. But I was happy that it wasn't the same damn dream over and over again. But this new dream, what did it mean? Was it a good thing or was it setting her up for something worse? Looking at her clock she sighed. "4:30...dammit Angel I have to sleep ya know." She hissed and removed herself from her bed. This often happened, though she would never tell anyone. But to go back to sleep all she needed was some warm milk. Then it was off to dream land. Joy.
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