I was alone. And wherever I was absolutely reeked of urine. That was the first thing I noticed after I woke up. The second was the pain. Every part of my body was on fire, Im pretty sure my hair may have been aching. I could see almost nothing in the darkness around me, the gloom was so oppressive it was almost smothering. With scent and sight out of commission I decided to see if I could hear anything that might give me a clue to where I could be. I concentrated all of my focus on my ears, shutting out all my other senses and listened.
Listening is a skill I picked up somewhere along the line in my years as a wizard. It isn't exactly magic, though I think it may be a side effect of my magic training, it's more of an exercise in extreme concentration, when I listen I focus all of my attention on my sense of hearing. By blocking out my other senses I can expand the range and effectiveness of my sense of hearing, like Daredevil but only sometimes .As focused intently on listening I could hear a variety of things. Rats running along the sides of buildings, rustling plastic the howling of the wind and the creaking of a rusty fire escape.
Wonderful. I was in an alley. I had been in alleys many times in my career as a wizard. Alleys contain, almost as a rule, things most people avoid. In most of them this consists of things like trash, rats and doors to seedy clubs so unsanitary, you can catch something just by remembering their name. However there are other things that usually spend time in alleys, and most of them aren't nearly as pleasant as sewer rats. All in all the percentage of times Ive spent in alleys that has had a positive impact on my overall sense of peace and wellbeing is pretty minimal, and the fact that I woke up alone in one now was most likely not something that boded well for your friendly neighborhood wizard.
Feeling around in the dark I got my hand around my mothers silver pentacle. I sent a slight flicker of will into the metal and nearly smashed my head into the street in surprise as the pentacle blazed to life with a much brighter light than it had any right to be doing with the miniscule amount of will id poured into it. I cursed and shielded my eyes as I sat up blearily, finally able to take stock of my new unexpected surroundings. I was a bit puzzled as to why the pentacle would be acting up even with me in my current condition. It was usually one of my most consistent and reliable tools as much as any of my tools were either of those things. I would have to check it later to find out if it had been damaged when I went through the lightning gate.
I was, as I had already figured out, in an alley. It was far from the worst of its kind id ever seen but on my list of places to wake up alone and helpless it wouldn't even have been on my top one-hundred. There was trash littering the ground all around my and I appeared to be laying in a pile of white trash bags. I groaned loudly and staggered upright bracing myself against the wall for support, and began to slowly stumble towards what appeared, from my intitial inspection to be the mouth of the alley.
As I stumbled through the trash I realized that I had never stopped focusing on my hearing and while my legs carried me towards salvation I tried to sort through as much of the sounds I was hearing as possible. I could hear some cars driving by, the clicking and sliding of doors being pushed open and allowed to swing shut, and I could hear voices. There were male and female voices, some young and some old, and one voice in particular that I felt that I had to listen to, that compelled me to hang on every syllable it spoke like it was air that was filling my lungs.
The voice was light and rich and sweet, like caramel or molasses or something similar that I couldn't put my finger on. Beautiful and musical and lyrical and somehow deep under all the sweetness and light, a bit wild, with an edge to it that one could definitely be deadly to someone who raised its ire. But the voice, which I could now hear was female, was also sad and lost, reeling with shock and pain and loss and grief. I knew without a doubt that the woman with that voice would be absolutely breathtaking and…for some reason that she would be important to me. And then I blinked, and it was just a voice, a very pretty voice, but nothing that I hadn't heard before. I was a bit confused because hells bells, I was not some lovestruck fifteen year old hormone-bomb and I hadn't even seen this girl.
I had the feeling deep down that something was going on that wasn't exactly vanilla, something more up my alley, and I focused on that feeling using it to push down the urge to stride out of the alley and sweep the girl up in my arms and tell her that everything would be okay. I stopped in my tracks to listen the conversation between the girl and her friend, trying to get my bearings and make sense of anything that was happening to me right now. "Honey, we need to get you home. You know that if Adam finds out you were out drinking again he wont be happy. Hes worried about you. We all are, we all miss Peter but he wouldn't want you to-"
The friends voice cut off as the girl, whose name was apparently Honey (which was exactly the word I had been looking for to describe her voice funnily enough) cut her off harshly "He was my mate! He was my whole life and now he's dead! Don't you fucking condescend to me Mary-Jo you have no idea what I'm feeling right now." The friend, Mary-Jo, sighed "I cant stay with you when you get like this, Im going to call Adam to come get you, god knows hes the only one you listen to when you get like this." The conversation broke off abruptly as friend Mary-Jo walked away to call Adam, who I was guessing was Honey's brother or something.
I heard a broken sound as someone (I was guessing Honey) slumped against a wall. I once again began fifty-mile trek to the end of the hundred foot alley, becoming aware through the pain-haze that I was walking right towards this girl and I had no clue whatsoever why. I hated myself for even thinking any of the things I had about her voice, as ridiculous as that sounded. Susan had just died, just been murdered, by me no less. Maybe that was why I had latched onto Honey's voice maybe some part of me was trying to bury Susan, attach to someone else so I could live with what I'd done to her. My steps where a steady rhythmic thump as I managed to force myself to the end of the alley one foot at a time, making my legs carry me just a little farther, all for the sake of understanding what the hell was going on.
I ran out of wall as I came to the end of the alley and stumbled out into the chill night air of…well, wherever the hell I was. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the lights around me, taking in the buildings and cars. Not many people where nearby so no-one had noticed me yet, I looked around to try to see where the girl could be. And as I turned my head to the left I finally caught sight of her. And as she looked up at me, tear-stained gold eyes staring at me from a pale, perfect beautiful face, and I finally registered something that I had heard Honey say earlier. This Peter guy, she said he was her MATE. I saw the violent citrine eyes and finally understood. Werewolf. The beautiful blonde girl Id been stumbling toward since Id first woken up was a WEREWOLF.
What are the chances that the first person I find after I wake up is a werewolf. Come to think of it, I didn't even understand how I knew she was a werewolf. I mean the eyes were wolfy and a dead giveaway but they were also not at all like any of the types of werewolf I knew of. And I noticed another thing, I was staring right into her eyes and I wasn't beginning a soulgaze. I was distracted from that particular train of thought by her perfect pink mouth opening and forming the words "What the hell are you looking at?" I froze, my brain was having trouble figuring out what was happening through the pain-haze in my head "What?" wow I sounded like such an idiot, I tried to clear my mind a bit to be able to form a coherent sentence. She just glared at me with those molten gold eyes "I said what the hell are you looking at, and what the hell happened to you anyway?" I looked down at myself and saw my shredded clothes and bruised and bleeding body and for some reason I felt embarrassed, I opened my mouth to explain away the horrible state I was in, and as I opened my mouth to speak the pain in my head exploded and swallowed my vision in a wave of black.
Alright this is the first chapter in a new fic Im pretty excited about. I feel my writing on this is much better than the previous one. Warnings. This is a Harry/Honey fic. Obviously. The vibe harry was getting from Honeys voice was his Sight. Kind of like what happened when he was on Demonreach with Luccio. I think Honey's wolf will be a big fan of Harry and they will have to work through a lot of things with Peter and Susans death. I might write them as friends first and buld up to it. Please review and let me know what you think.
