A.N.: Hey everyone! So…I'm starting another story…but I promise, PROMISE that there is another chapter of Left4Dead:Zoey's Romance and hopefully another approaching chapter of Paupous and High School. Maybe, to be cool, I should totally add some paupous to the high school….heh heh. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new story!
His good hand traced the warm contours of my face, making a smile blossom on my lips. The warm scent of his cologne washed over me, entrancing my intensified senses with the smells of a woodland forest.
"Macy," he whispered. "Why can't you and I be together?" As soon as his breath hit me I felt the moon hit my arm, and the snow-white fur began to find its way out.
"I have to go," I said in defeat, turning towards the shadows. His casted hand grabbed my wrist loosely.
"Why? You didn't answer me." His voice echoed a complaint from many mouths.
"It's better if I don't."
That's when I turned and ran into the parking lot, hiding behind a large sedan.
"Argh…" My complaints were growing into growls as I morphed into my other self.
A wolf. Werewolf.
My paws hit the familiar mossy oak of the forest floor. I was running from my millionth almost-relationship. Why? Simple; if they knew what I was, they wouldn't want anything to do with me. My most recent's name was Alex, and he seemed different from the rest…well, I did say that about Henry and Eddie…ah well. He'll just meld into my memory, I mused.
I had no family. My parents died in a car accident that I happened to be in as well. I had no other memories of them. I remembering waking up in an ultra-white hospital room and being Macy Clearwater, the only survivor of one of the worst car wreck to ever happen in Vancouver. And the next thing I remember?
Getting the hell out of that hospital.
I ran four days on foot, still in my mindset that I was a human, searching for something beyond my reach. I hunted for food in dumpsters and taught myself to stay out of sight, fed, and in the wilderness. Around my 15th year (two years ago, actually) I woke up with snow white-fur and paws. My nose was a muzzle. You can imagine my reaction: I ran down to the nearby stream and took a look at my reflection. Don't get me wrong, I looked majestic and everything, but I had confirmed a undeniable truth: I was a werewolf. I had cursed a creative stream of words in my head and ran. Strange thing was, though, it all felt natural. Perhaps it was because of the fact that I had been living in the woods for about five years, maybe not, but I ate squirrels and raccoons (nothing outside of the norm) and soon found I could hunt for deer. I ran the coastline of Washington, hoping to find an answer to my huge and growing problem. I didn't have a family; I didn't have friends; I'd never went to school. In fact, when I went to Vancouver High School for a few days and found out that the school jock Alex had a huge crush on me, I had to split quickly for reasons obvious. I tried to start normal.
Good joke.
As soon as any guy gets close to me, I have to back away. It's natural. Of course, I feel bad to lead them on, but that's the only kind of love I've ever received.
Great past.
The voice echoed in my head like I had just screamed in a cave. At first I was scared, but then I figured it was my imagination being smug with me.
This isn't your imagination. I'm a wolf, like you. Sorry I've been listening in.
I looked over to see an even larger russet-colored wolf running near me, its golden eyes boring into my thoughts. A yelp escaped my lips and I stopped. I wasn't aware there were others like me….
Well…there are. Morph back to your human form. We have to talk, Macy Clearwater.
Now I'm scared.
More later! This is just a teaser. Hehe. You're welcome!
All my love,
Destinysfailure.