When the Black Waters Run Pure

A fan fiction

I followed the mutts scent ahead of my mother and father. I knew this was my initiation into the pack. I heard murmured voices in the all night bars. Neon hurt my eyes, but I couldn't let that bother me. After another few blocks of tracking, I lost the scent. Now that I was eight, I was trusted with tracking.

Looking back to my mother, I couldn't hear what I should've known was important. A low growl could now be heard. That growl would change my life. The packs life. The mutt I was going to kill, Karl Marsten's life. I felt an impact, saw my mother and father lunge for me, and I fell to the ground. The world went black as a snarl ripped through my conscious.

Low voices greeted me when I awoke. The fabric was silky, and smelled like Marsten. I growled without notice. I heard my mother sigh and say, "Logan? Are you awake, hon? How's your back?" As she said that, I gasped in pain as sharp needles made themselves comfortable along my spine. She smirked and looked at my dad.

"Well, darling, once again, a Danvers has been outwitted by a female werewolf," his southern drawl I had inherited was clear in his humored voice. Wait, female? The only female werewolves are my mother, the infamous Elena Danvers, and my sister, Katharine Danvers. I shifted up and nearly fell again.

An exotic young girl was sitting in and armchair across the room. I could see no emotion on her face in the dim room. Her gaze pierced mine. Her eyes glowed al light lavender. Her hair blended in with the chair, so I'm guessing she had black hair. She smiled apologetically at me, and turned to Clayton, my father.

"I am horribly sorry about your son, Mr. Danvers. I thought my father was going to die, and I acted the only way I could. I do hope you will forgive me, and I humbly stand, err, sit before you in sorrow," her voice amazed me. It was soft and held no emotion. Mostly because she wasn't the one talking. It was a robot attached to her hand.

I stared at her. She stared back. We were locked in a gaze of wonder. She was about to open her mouth until the door clicked. I was defensive imminently. Karl walked in. He had on his usual, the highly expensive clothes. A growl vibrated through my throat. I was responded with a sharp pain in my cheek. So fast, I hadn't seen that girls hands fly out and scratch my face.

My mother sighed. She knew I had a loud mouth. Karl decided to use his voice, "Please, Viviana, I would like it a lot if you wouldn't hurt our guests. Take your seat, love." She nodded slightly and sat glaring. Warm blood trickled from the cuts on my face. He leaned into her, and she touched his neck. He closed his eyes, seeming to be listening to her.

"Ah, I see. I have done nothing wrong, Clayton and Elena. A stray mutt wandered in here. The one I sent Vivi to kill, actually. I am sorry you had to come all this way. She was coming back from the fight when she heard your son's vulgar thoughts. He was hoping to kill me," I felt blush run over my cheeks as he said my hopes.

My mom looked at Vivi and said, "And you. Where did you come from? I never heard of a child like you, young and female, being bitten. And reading minds?"

Her hands flew to the device and she typed, "I can here certain thoughts, those that entertain me. I am sorry, ma'am. I will have to show that to you. Please, extend your neck."

"Like Hell, she is! Listen, little girl, you insult my family, injure my son, and now you want to kill my wife? Just who do you think you are?" my father yelled, standing from his seat on the loveseat.

"Clayton, she may not have the manners you expect, but I am going to ask that you take a seat. You are in my house, and I would appreciate it if you not insult my daughter. Now, to get to the reason you need to be here. I need you to take Viviana," Karl's voice broke at the end. What? He wanted us to take his precious daughter?

My mom was bewildered, "What? Isn't she your daughter?" Wow, great minds think alike.

I looked to Karl, expecting a snide remark, but nothing came. Instead, his breathing got less steady and his chin quivered. My nostrils filled this the stench of fear. Fear? Fear for what? Her wellbeing? He breathed in and answered weakly, "I can no long endanger her here. She needs correct learning and a knowledge of our kind. You have that, and I do not. Please, I need help with this."

So, the great Karl Marsten is thus reduced to a sad mutt begging in his own home. Pathetic if you ask me. The girl got up and walked to him. He laid his head on her shoulder and wept a bit. She ran her fingers through his hair.

My mom got up and pulled out her cell phone. I heard a quick pounding of numbers and hit the send button. It didn't take long for me realize who she was calling. Jeremy answered.

"Elena, what's wrong now? Logan's all right, right?" He sounded bored, but alert.

My mom replied, "We have a set back, Jer. Karl has a daughter. He wants us to take her in."

The other line was silent. Then, "Give him the phone, Elena." So close, she got close to him and handed him the phone. He stood and walked out, leaving Viviana on the floor. My mom held out her hand, and she took it happily.

"So, you wanted to show me something?" my mother asked politely.

She nodded. As she took my mothers hand, a surge of jealousy coursed through me. She kneeled in front of my mom and waved one of her tiny hands in a gesture to sit. My mom sat down, cross-legged, on the floor in front of that disgusting monster. The girl smiled as if to say it was all right, the she placed her hand on my mother's neck.

A gasp resounded from my mother's throat. Then, my father was up, hand darting out to grab Vivi's neck.