Author's Note: I just read this amazing, amazing book called Shiver, by Maggie Stiefvater. So I wrote a fanfic for it...
Disclaimer: I am merely songbee, so I cannot claim that I am Maggie Stiefvater, the wonderful author of Shiver. Sorry folks.
The Nightly Vigil, Sam-style
Shelby tries to tear you away every night from staring at Her. She doesn't understand your entire fascination with a human. She doesn't remember that this human is special. But you do.
Every night when its cold and you're a wolf, you stand among the trees around Her house. You watch Her read outside, on the coldest of days even. You watch Her put feed in her bird-feeder. You realize she is kind and caring of other creatures. Then she'll look up at you, and stare into your eyes. You are sure She recognizes you, from the very same night that you recognize Her from. It's not allowed for you to go to Her. You can tell she wants you too; she wants you to trust Her. You turn around back into the forest, wishing, wanting for the day that she'll turn too. You transmit the image of home to her, fruitlessly. She never comes. She stays human, even on the coldest of nights. You wonder how.
You always remember how to find Her house, because you trace Her delicious soapy aroma. You come every night, until it starts to warm up, and you change into Sam.
Every day when its warm and you're Sam, you hope to find Her, but pray that you don't at the same time. You don't watch Her. You wonder how She is. Once in a while, you'll pass Her scent and recognize Her when you're out with Beck. You fight with yourself, wondering if you should try to catch Her eye, or whether you should turn your head. She'd recognize your yellow eyes. She has to remember.
When its cold again, you take up the nightly vigil once more, as the wolf. When its warm again, you wish you could stay Sam year-round.
Shelby tries to remind you of the facts of being a werewolf. She doesn't view it as a curse. She wants power.
You don't want power. You want Her.
So the nightly vigils continue....