Wolf Pack
Ch. 1
Well, here it is, the not so awaited sequel to my little hit, Wolf Pups. Nessa, Ven, Hanna and Kris are back, and are about to raise some hell. That is, is hell doesn't find them first. The text in bold are quotes from Otep's 'Perfectly Flawed'
I'm so sorry the last chapter of Wolf pups was such unforgivable SHIT. I was just so damn proud of myself for finishing one story, I forgot how to write better than an epileptic monkey with Turrets. I swore it looked better when I wrote it…
Hopefully this'll be better, since it brings back everyone's favorite Nobodies… or at least MY favorites.
YOU'RE PERFECTLY FLAWED…
Jameson snuck around the back of the house, absolutely horrified that his pretty quarry lives in such abomidable squalor. The place was much too small for, what was it, six people? Good God. In the middle of such repetitious suburbian monotony as well! Then, no matter. It wasn't like his little love was going to be there much longer anyways, if his plan came to fruit.
He picked up a pebble, tossing it at the window. He knew damn well that it was stereotypical and cliché, but its better than risking anything more. Waking the parents when you're planning to wisk away their child to do unspeakable things to their body wasn't entirely good form, or very smart. Even if doing said unspeakable things have a)ben done to them before, a fact you're quite proud of, and b) will confer upon said child an untold amount of riches and luxury undreamt.
There! The light! A shadow!
The hand with the pale, delicate fingers, palm and wrist he'd been waiting for all this time reached for the window latch, peeking just slightly through the heavy curtains. He couldn't help but smile, not smirk, but truly smile as that lovely cerulean hair…
Another hand, this one rough and clawed, grabbed his shirt from the back and forcefully pulled him into the shrubbery. Leaves and twigs left gashes on his cheek as the madman who got him rushed through the bushes and trees, moving fast and far, far away from the house. In passing, he noted how the trees looked like they were screaming as they passed.
"Jameson?" That voice! "I know you're there… Jamie?" His angel! He could barely hear it, but he knew his love called for him.
"VE-" The clawed hand clamped over his mouth. Hair a deeper blue than his darling's fell over his shoulder, but still, the face of his attacker was hidden by the oddest of cloaks. They stopped in a sort of park, hidden by the shadows of night and decay.
"Silence." A wraith, a being made of darkness, walked out of the warped and dead trees, the voice as harsh as it was cold. Shivers went down his spine at the sheer ice in that voice. "Good work, my wolf." Odd. He could have sworn the voice became warmer. A hand reached from the wraith into his captor's hood.
What the hell? Was that a puur? Did they just bloody PURR?
The wraith called his attention from his shock. "Who is it you came to see… Jameson, is it?"
He nodded. The claws were digging holes into his skin.
"Let go, wolf." Gone was the illusion of warmth. His attacker backed off almost instantly, moving to the other's side. The wraith-hand returned to the hood. Shadow fingers exited, tangled in soft-looking tresses of blue that were so achingly familiar. "Easy, my diviner. We will have them back soon enough."
"Who is it you want?" That came out a bit more confrontational than he would have liked. He jumped at the growl from the one called 'Wolf'
The shadow hand dived back into the hood, still covered in blue strands. The growl ceased. The body went limp, obedient.
Jameson, for the first time, felt real fear. Not just for himself, but for his darling. There was no way he could shield them from these dangerous men.
"Our son."
Wait…. 'our'?
YOU'RE PERFECTLY INCOMPLETE
Nessa, Ven, Kris and Hanna, all still in their pajamas, huddled together near the window.
"I felt it."
"So did I."
"How?"
"Death is unbeatable."
"Evidently not."
"Are you sure it was them?"
"No one shares our scent but them."
"…"
"... And you were going to tell us you can smell people…when, Kris?"
A shrug. "Wasn't important."
"Can you imagine our dear parent's faces when Father comes for us?"
"Are you sure he came for us? I believe he could just breed Papa with another litter if he truly needed pups."
"Why is it the way you worded that more horrifying than anything else so far?"
"Because I'm cool like that, now silence."
"But back to what Nessa said. He's the true nobody. Can't feel a thing. If he found suitable specimens, he'd breed Papa with them without a second thought, therein replacing us, even if we are his biological offspring. How are we so sure that he's come for us?"
"Because it's too risky to come here for them. This world reacts to our blood in terrible ways. It's his blood, not Papa's it warps from. And we all know Papa'd do anything Father commands."
"Do we follow them?"
"NO."
"No? …Who was that at the window, Ven?"
"…. No one."
"… No one? Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Awww. Does Vennie have a … OW, you bastard! That HURT!" But no blows were sent.
"That's the point... Hannie."
"I'm going to kill you dead one day."
"That depends entirely on if I don't strangle you both first, now… Shut. UP! Ven! Who was that?!"
"I told you! NO ONE."
"Was it Jameson?"
"…..B-but.. how?"
"Because I'm not blind. Tell him to stop groping you during class. It's disgusting."
"He GROPES you? Dad's going to go ballistic!"
"Hanna, darling, Dad, or the liar who calls himself that… is now the least of his worries. He's trapped with our birth parents, who are both emotionally off their rockers and hell-bent on revenge, most likely."
"Nessa…"
"Yes, Kris?"
"They're coming."
WITH CRACKS IN THE GLASS..
They took their hoods off. First the wraith, then Wolf.
He screamed.