Hey, its me. I'm back again. After a while. So yeah, I gave up on all my other stories(starting and never finishing happens a lot with me) and I'm starting this wolf one. Also, Duran Duran is pretty awesome and I'm epic at this song in Rockband. Usually, I make up a lame excuse about why I can't update or whatever(NOT LIKE YOU CARE :P) but I'm just going to say I'm lazy and I've been to New York, sleepaway camp, San Diego, a 3D premiere to the Glee Movie (I met the cast!), and a few other summer things. So that's why, fools, and plus I'm done writing my other stories since I don't feel like writing those anymore and I love werewolves.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. If I did, I would get Naya to take a picture with me!
There is a story behind that.
From a movie theater, the scene would play out with Santana running through trees like a Latina Jacob Black, her tongue lolling about as she yanked her ears behind her head, bringing her legs faster and faster with each stride. She hit passing tree trunks, whacked them, with her long ebony tail, everything a blur of green and brown, green and brown. There was something pushing her through the forest, and she couldn't decide if it was chasing her or leading her somewhere, all she knew was that she was running and she had been running for a while, and she was getting a little sore.
Santana used every ounce of strength she had to try and defy the unknown force that was chasing her through the forest like an angry wildfire, pushing her to her very limit. She hated being a wolf, because a lot of her anger came from within the wolf, and when she was the wolf, she was as angry as Santana and the wolf put together. She didn't know where she was going, but she was going to get somewhere and then the movie would reach its climax. She would keep running and then come to a clearing.
Everybody would hug their movie theater butter in surprise as a girl with long blonde hair and slanted eyes, almost Asian looking eyes(not to be racist or anything. Seriously.) came into her field of vision. She was so beautiful that everybody(the movie viewers and a surprised Santana included) would stop and stare at the girl. She was so young, but at the same time seemed wise beyond her years(Santana didn't know this, but you could kind of tell with certain people that they were born with a special gift.) There was a particular naivety about her, she resembled a three year old but at the same time realized her potential as a teenage girl that was too beautiful for words.
The one problem was that this girl was locked up and was bound by a pack of wolves that Santana had never seen before. They were pacing the girl, tied to a rock by a long string of ropes. Each one snarled as she rapidly tossed her head back and forth, worried and fearing for her life, plus the ropes were as uncomfortable as hell and they burned worse than the fires down there.
Upon seeing the wolves circling the girl, Santana forgot completely about the force that was chasing/leading her through the woods and snarled right at the three wolves, each a different color, from light café to mahogany to charcoal gray. Something told her these wolves were trouble.
Leave her, Santana growled, kicking her back legs like a racehorse, I'll fight. If I have too.
She bared her teeth just to show her ferocity. Something(this something again? Was this the force that had led her to this clearing?) told her she had to protect this girl, she was important, something was tugging her toward the girl with a spark of curiosity that could become a full-fledged fire.
No. The gray one said, She's our food.
"Who are you?" the girl whispered. Santana would remember that voice forever. It rang through her ears over and over again, like the chorus of a thousand wedding bells that refused to stop their elation.
Santana Lopez. Santana said, knowing the girl couldn't hear werewolf thought-speak, but she had no other means of communication.
Santana Lopez. The brown one stepped forward, a buff, muscular wolf, the obvious Alpha. Santana automatically went into a defensive mode, sensing something was coming. The Alpha only sneered, reaching his full height, a head or so taller than Santana, and cackled.
Before Santana could react,he took his paw and flexed it.A click revealed three sharp claws, and Santana could only watch in utter surprise as he raked it down Santana's nose. She yelped in disbelief as three streams of blood dropped onto the cool dirt of the forest, seeping into the ground as a result of the pounding sun.
Who are you? Santana growled as she shook her shaggy mane to get the blood off and clear her systems. She was shaking a bit, out of anger and slight pain.
Your worst nightmare.
That was cheesy. At least think of better lines so I can think of appropriate comebacks. Santana replied, feeling the sassiness that was the human Santana enter her wolf.
"Santana?" the girl said, "Santana Lopez?"
Santana gasped, as much of a gasp as her wolf self would allow. So did the other wolves, as they all whipped their head around to look at the blonde girl, who was as scared as a deer in the headlights.
How can you understand me? Santana asked. Are you a wolf?
"No. I don't know." Her tone was frantic and she seemed to want to burst into a round of tears. "I honestly don't know."
Santana's curiosity was not just embers anymore, it was now a forest fire. She ran torward the girl, knocking the two first wolves aside, who growled at her, mere obstacles between her and the girl.
The Alpha, sensing this happening, took a wild leap so that he was in front of Santana and the blonde. He stood on his haunches, a feral growl emitting from deep inside his stomache as he challenged Santana to a duel of strengths.
You want to go? Santana asked, suddenly braving the Alpha, I'll show you.
Attack. Said the Alpha, the two other wolves recooperating and flanking him, the schoolyard bully's right hand men. The Beta and Gamma.
The Alpha lunged at Santana with a fierce growl, and with the grace of a ballerina, she hopped to the side and landed perfectly on her paws. In turn, she jumped at him, but feinted and instead smacked the gray wolf with the back of her paw. The wolf landed with a thump on a tree circling the clearing.
Alpha raked his claws against Santana's back as she was doing this, causing a yelp to escape from her as she felt three knifes run down her haunches. Santana was used to pain. It was what chased her around each day and greeted her every time she felt her body change and become the wolf.
She recoiled and jumped at the Alpha, her claws protruding from her paws, and rapidly clawed her paws down the Alphas face.
Die. She screamed, Leave the girl alone.
"My name's Brittany!" cried the girl, yanking at her bonds. Santana made brief eye contact with her, and that eye contact would bond them and enter Santana's memory box forever. The eyes were a clear crystal blue, as bright as a Carribean beach, and sparkled with such an innocent liking that Santana would have gladly drowned in them and never came out.
Leave Brittany alone. Santana muttered, as she knocked the Alpha's other wolf out and bit down on the Alpha, ending him.
Leave her alone.
"Santana!" a voice cried, coming from a funnel, "Santana! Wake up!"
Santana Lopez rubbbed the layer of sleep out of her eyes as she was greeted with a sweet face and blonde hair.
"Brittany?" she cried, blinking, as she sat up in bed. The girl, who she now saw was not the girl of her dreams, jumped back a little.
"Quinn." Said her best friend, "Who's Brittany?"
"This girl in my dream." Santana said, leaning against the headboard, crossing her arms. She leaned her head back and closed her eys, trying to envision the blonde girl. Santana realized she didn't even find out if she saved the girl or not.
Quinn sat Indian style, hands folded neatly in her lap, as she waited patiently. She knew werewolf dreams usually had something to do with what would happen in real life, like fortune telling but inside dreams. She was a werewolf herself, and her dreams were spot-on when it came to what would happen next.
"She was tied to a rock. There were three other wolves, an Alpha and his men, and they were all circling her, trying to eat her. I told them to leave her alone. And she understood me, Q." Santana said, staring directly at Quinn, "And I had to protect her. Something told me too. Some instinct. And I didn't know if I saved her or not, the way my dream ended. It scared me." Santana looked at Quinn, then scanned the room some more until she realized where she was.
It was a hotel room. Last night, someone had seen Quinn shift and they were forced to move. They had run as far Ohio when they had stopped, the only items they had were clothes in two backpacks and some other necessities, including some uncooked bacon for Quinn. Really, Santana didn't understand Quinn and bacon.
They had collapsed, exhausted, on the two beds, panting and heaving, and fallen right too sleep. This was a normal pattern for them: live somewhere for a while(they were in Minnesota before) get caught, and have to move. Wolves were generally a nomadic creature, and since they were humans and wolves, the risk of being caught was higher.
Quinn had found this small town, Lima, Ohio, before they had been discovered. They were planning on leaving Minneapolis anyway, Quinn had planned ahead, always planning ahead. Obviously, she was the more cautious and serious one, whereas Santana wouldn't have minded shifting into a wolf on live TV broadcasting in Panama or something.
"Where do you think this girl is?" Santana asked, wanting to meet Brittany, to make sure she was okay, and to maybe get to know her better, since something was drawing her to Brittany.
"Uh…you might want to worry about your face, San." Quinn seemed to notice something that had taken residence on Santana's face. She took one finger and gingerly tried to touch Santana's nose., but Santana yapped at her, a wolf instinct, and Quinn pulled her hand back with a quick whoosh of air.
"Quinn!"
"Sorry! Just..—just go look in a mirror, S." if it was an anime, like Fruit's Basket or Naruto or whatever, the manga Quinn would have that huge sweat drop running down her face, her eyes slits of annoyance. Santana rolled out of bed, not really caring she was only wearing a baggy I Love LA t-shirt sized XXL (the only thing she could find in her little bag appropriate for sleeping) and that her hair was as messy as a frat dorm room.
"Oh my God!" Santana screamed as she saw the state of her nose in the bathroom mirror. There were three claw marks running down the side, a thick layer of blood clumping in swollen welts on her nose. When she lifted the big shirt up over her stomach, revealing lace panties, she saw there was another three claw marks that slashed through her toned six-pack, cutting deep. The marks looked like they could have come from a mountain lion on steroids. Why didn't she feel any pain when she had first woke up?
This was definitely a problem.
So...how was it? Good or not good? Also, I got a little something for you. So, I went to LA a few days ago to see the premiere to the glee 3D movie, and I got to meet the cast(we had to wait like 10 hours!) and here's a vid of us in the line(delete spaces as needed):
http: /www. youtube. com/watch?v=QzDSDOdlnJA&feature=channel_video_title
Have fun watching that lol.
Also, I have less than 10 tumblr followers(don't comment on that.) and I need some more. Follow please? SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM ! XP
Okay, these A/N's are long and boring/rambling, so I'm leaving. Haha.
~CJ out