Better Days Chapter 1: An Endless Void, a teen wolf fanfic

Pain. Rage. Sadness. A void so endless, so empty of life. There is no edge to grab a hold of, no way to stop the descent into this never-ending hell. It's only there to torture, to consume, to destroy. Screams echo forever in this abyss, taunting it's victims with their own pain and hate. It is only what I know of as my escape, as my safe haven. Here, in this hell, I find peace, for here, I cannot be bothered, cannot be hurt, and cannot be tortured. Here, I can exist, and forget all else, forget all that I used to know. Forget.

The darkness changes, swirls into colors, shapes. There are smells, sounds, lights. I hear what is only in the past. Once again, I am back in this place, the place that I have so longed to forget

The darkness changes, swirls into colors, shapes. There are smells, sounds, lights. I hear what is only in the past. Once again, I am back in this place, the place that I have so longed to forget, the place that haunts me every moment of my life. Trees bending in the wind, yet there is no breeze to comfort my thoughts. The stench of death lingers in the cold air, the moonlight above shining through the broken branches of bare trees. I was once again alone in the clearing, lost and helpless in a forest vast and quiet.

It was then I saw them.

The red, burning like coals on a fire, locked on me, on my broken figure as my ragged breathing picked up.

Without hesitation, I turned to run, my legs stretching to compensate as I try to outrun the beast that has found me. I trip and stumble, the roots of the trees seeming to grab out at me, try to hold me back, to slow me down as I try to make my escape. It's as if there is no one, nobody to help me as I try to keep myself alive. I hear him as he purses me, feel his harsh, awful breath as it breaths down my back. He is taunting me, knowing that I cannot escape him. No, he is waiting for the moment when he will strike, when he will take a hold of my body and tear it into many pieces. Yet, I know that there is no escape as well. I have lived this moment over and over again in my mind, knowing what is yet to come.

As if one a dial, he springs, pushing me to the ground, my face connecting with the dirt, trapping my scream in my throat. I feel teeth on flesh as he proceeds to tear my body to pieces, as though it is a ragdoll. And there is nothing that I can do, no way to escape, so I lay there, letting the pain of his teeth drown me, waiting for death to come. But then, it was gone, and I was alone, lying on the floor of the forest as my body bleed without stopping, my strength leaving me before I could regain myself. With a great amount of strength, I push myself up, the trees now seeming to harbor me, to shield me, instead of trying to speed up my doom.

Once again, the dream changed, swirling, shifting, changing. But it was different. I was different. Here, this was a memory that I had not tried to bury, not tried to keep down. No. This memory was one that I was glad to have each day. He was there again, across from me, large frame barely moving as he moved towards me. Large neck bent down, arching back, muzzle pulled up to show bared teeth, and above that, those same, vicious glowing eyes. But I was not weak. I was not helpless. This time, I was ready for him. In my memory of a dream, I see him move, see him spring with a snarl so feral, so inhuman that it sends shivers down my spine. I can only watch, waiting for the moment when I too, will strike.

As he lands, I turn, feeling a familiar pain shoot through my body, my nails growing longer, my canines elongating into sharp fangs, my physical capabilities growing as well. As he turns to me, I arch my own back, letting out an angry cry, my eyes flashing as they change for dark brown to stormy grey in an instant. He sees me now as not the helpless victim, but as the challenge yet to come. A growl so menacing as it hangs in the air, I feel myself push my body forward, jumping to the side as he lunged for me again. But I still have the time to turn, to reach out my arms enough to sink my own wicked claws into his side, ripping flesh and fur as I give my own animalistic snarl. He screams in pain, his growls growing in volume as he tries to reach me with snapping jaws.

But I only hold on, closing my fist, ripping away the pelt of his body before he tosses me away, my body rolling on the ground, my hearing catching his cries once more as he feels the pain that I have caused him. Once again, I feel the vibrations in the ground below me as he charges, smell his musky scent as he comes closer and closer to his prey, aiming to kill, and not injure. But I was ready for him again. As he came upon my still form, I moved just enough so that I was out of his path. But it was not quick enough. His claws, sharp as a dagger, sliced through the skin of my leg, leaving a deep wound to the bone, causing me to cry out in pain. To him, this was only a challenge, an obstacle that he had to overcome. And the way that he was fighting, I could tell that.

As I staggered to my feet, letting my weight shift to my good leg, he sprang again, leaving the only choice for me to be dodging and rolling to the ground once more. As he spun around to attack again, I used what strength was still in me, standing to face the beast that I had been pursing for so long. It seemed that the tension in the air hung like a blanket, draping everything in its grasp. He gazed at me, letting out a ferocious snarl, teeth stained with red from the blood of my body, connecting with the black gums of a demon. Where I had destroyed to flesh of his back, his own blood, seeming more sinister and darker then my own, trailed down through twisted and matted fur to land on the ground beneath him. We stood like that, gazing at each other with such fire that it seemed neither would move first.

But I did.

Not a sound releasing from me, I ran at him. The wolf came to life once more, jaws snapping as claws tore up the ground, bringing him ever closer as the collision was becoming inevitable. Without warning, I slid to a stop, dropping to the ground, ignoring the pain that was still in my leg, and waiting. He passed over me, seeming surprised by the move that I had made. As that surprise still had hold of him, I struck, claws slicing through his chest, burying deep into muscle and tissue, aiming to kill like he had me only moments before. I felt the pounding of his heart against my own chest, felt it as he tried to reach me as I lay under him. As my own claws continued to slice, I soon felt the beating against my own hands, before it began to slow.

It was then that I felt his claws slice my back, falling to the side so that my claws were pulled from his body. He lay there, convulsing as the pain rocked his body, as I lay beside him, pain also coursing through mine. There was no way that I could stand at the moment, and instead felt my breathing slow as I felt the pain slowly disappear, as if washed away by a sponge. I lay there in the grass stained red with blood, closing my eyes as I felt my skin retracing itself, felt it as my leg began to numb, breathing a sigh of relief as my wounds were healed where I lay. It seemed to feel like the process took forever, but it was only moments before I stood again, my body fully healed, though my clothes were still torn and dirty. I watched his body as his convulsions slowed, and I could hear the pounding in his chest cease to exist. With one last growl, his eyes turned to me, glowing red slowly dying, his last sight being the form of a damaged girl, anger coursing her face.

"Skylar."

.ooOOoo.

I woke, my eyes being flying open to gaze at the dark wood of the ceiling above. I sat up abruptly, heart pounding, sweat gracing my forehead as I lay in the bed. I gazed around at familiar surroundings, seeing what had been home to me for the past few months. There was the warm, brown wood color of the comforter of my bed, the stark grey of the walls, the light wood floors. There was my dresser, the walk in closet full of my clothes, my shoes piled up on one side of the door. My paper from the day before lay on my small desk, and over by the large window that gazed out onto the street was the open door, from which my boyfriend stood gazing at me with a worried look.

"Sky, I can't have you scaring me like that. We need to get up. The other tenants are downstairs eating." His voice was soft, comforting, warm, but his eyes said something else. There was still the worry, the fear. It was then that I knew that I had done something, and with a glance at my walls, I was brought back to the memory of what I had been dreaming about only moments before. As I met his eyes again, I knew that he must have seen what probably looked like me having the worst nightmare of my life. In some cases, he would probably be right about that. Nodding slightly, I threw the covers of my bed back, my feet gently touching the cool wood of the floor as I looked up at him, brushing my long, dark brown hair out of my face.

"I'm sorry Josh. I didn't mean to. Tell Anne that I'll be ready in a few minutes, and then I'll be down." I replied back to him, slowly pushing myself off of the bed. He nodded, turning, his hand still on the door frame. But before he was gone, he looked back at me over his shoulder, his eyes still the same. "I'm fine. Now go. We aren't going to be late for class again." I said, a smile lighting my face as I slowly started towards the closet, my steps even and paced. Josh smiled back at me, and then was gone, leaving me alone in the small room, alone with my thoughts. I could still feel it, the slicing of flesh as he came at me, the flash of his blood red eyes as he aimed for the kill. It had been so long ago since that day, so long….

I shook my head, making the thoughts disappear like fog on a mirror. My steps were slow, quiet now that Josh had left, my smile gone. There was no way that he would have been able to understand, much less comprehend what she had gone through so many years ago. The memories were painful, taunting, tainting my mind with what I had longed to bury in the depths of my mind. There wasn't a day that I thought about the torture, about the pain that that…beast had caused me in those days. Just the memory of what I had done, what I had been able to accomplish, it was what kept me running these days, gave me the confidence to continue on with my life.

It was only a few minutes later that I was walking down the stairs, my flat boots barely making any sound as I made my way down towards the kitchen. My jeans were tucked into my boots, my plain grey t-shirt hanging loosely on my body, the small black jacket covering my shoulders, my hair now up in a high pony tail so that it was swinging from side to side as I made my way across the hall. Entering the room, I noticed that Josh had waited for me after all, leaning against the counter that was near the fridge, holding a plate with a couple pieces of toast, some eggs, and a piece of bacon. I smiled at him. "Thanks Josh." I said sweetly, taking the plate from him before giving him a small kiss on the side of his cheek, earning a smile in return once again.

Turning, I headed for the glass door, the plate still in my hand as the soft click of the door unlocking resounded through the silent kitchen, before the soft swish of it sliding open followed. I stepped outside; the light blue sky holding the bright sun as it glowed brilliantly with morning light, bathing the world below in its warm rays. The backyard of the place that I rented a room from was wide, open, with a few large oaks here and there, shading certain areas of the yard with their magnificent branches. Behind the fence, more trees grew, the forest of the city stretching behind the house that I resided in. The look of it all was amazing, the smile on my face remaining as I made my way towards the small table that sat in the corner on the stone patio. I took a deep breath, wanting to smell the flowers of the morning, knowing that I would be able to catch their scent from where I stood.

I dropped the plate, the ceramic breaking into many pieces as the china connected with pavement.

I stood there, shocked, the scent lingering clear as day in my nostrils. I couldn't believe it. There was no way that I had caught that scent correctly. I must have been sick, messed up, something. There was no way that his scent could be here. I had seen him die with my own eyes. It seemed that my little spectacle must have caught Josh's attention, for he was suddenly by my side, his hands on my shoulder. "Sky, Sky? What's wrong? Answer me!" His voice was laced with worry once more, and I could feel the tense muscles in his hand. He wouldn't understand. He couldn't. I had to leave. I had heard about the attacks recently, the locals thinking that it was just some wild animal, and I had agreed with them. But I guess this animal was more than just something that was wild.

I had to find him. I had to clear this up.

"I need to take a trip Josh. I don't know how long I'll be gone, so don't expect me to return anytime soon." I said softly, turning swiftly to walk past him without even looking into his eyes. I obviously must have surprised him with my words, for he was quickly pursing me once again. "I'm coming with you then!" He still sounded worried, but now there was stress added into his words. "No!" I said harshly, whipping around to face him, my words coming out not like I had meant them to. He stopped immediately, hurt showing all over his face. My expression softened and I leaned forward, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek as a way of saying sorry, then I was moving again, up the stairs before he could say anything else.

Things seemed to blur as I quickly threw clothes into a small duffle bag, not really paying attention to what I was actually packing. It was only minutes before I was down the stairs once more, my duffle bag over my shoulder, phone in my pocket, and steps quick. I threw one last look at Josh as I left the door, my eyes softening for a moment before I was gone again. I had my car in the driveway, where I always left it. It was such a beauty, my yellow Porsche. I loved it like it was my own child, or some other kind of insanity. But that didn't register in my mind as I threw my bag in the back seat, jumping into the driver's seat as I landed with a thud, shoving the keys into the ignition to start it with a loud rumble, the car instantly coming to life. With a screech, I was out of the driveway and down the road, heading for the highway.

I was looking for answers to recent questions.

I was looking for answers to something that I shouldn't even have questions about.

I was looking for answers to why the Alpha was still alive if I really had killed him all those years ago.

So, what did ya think? I'm putting my own little spin on things, since I actually do like the show. ^^ It's not bad in my opinion, and if I get any flames in my reviews about the fact that I like the show, you're going to have a very angry writer on your hands. But anyways, review! Tell me what ya think of it! I spent a while working on this, and am very proud of it, since anyone who has read my other stories would know that this is not exactly my writing style. But it's always good to try something new! Thanks to New Greed for the inspiration to write this! You should read their story too!

~Selena