The dark tree's and shadow filled hollows greeted me as I stepped into the forests loving embrace. Scarlet drops ran down my arm and fell from my fingertips as I stumbled through the trees.
I didn't know where I was going, but I knew that I had to get there, no matter what. Tripping on something the gloom hid from me I tumbled onto a bed of snow white feathers. The scarlet drops ran faster and faster from my fingertips, staining the white feathers red.
Light exploded behind my eyes and suddenly I was falling through space, pricks of light illuminating the black until there was nothing but the black.
Caressing my mind, the darkness drew me further and further in until there was nothing left.
My mind practically exploded with pain when my senses returned to me. Hushed voices filled the room and the strong smell of disinfectant filled my nose.
As I opened my eyes, bright white light filled my vision, groaning as the light sent another harsh wave of throbs through my head, I squinted at my surroundings.
Blinking back my vision, I sat up. Bad mistake. My vision swam and my hands went to my head, pressing against it as if it would relieve the pain that throbbed there.
As my vision once more returned, I looked at my surroundings; glass jars lined shelves, benches stacked with medicines and needles.
"Deaton!" I heard someone yell, I winced as the loud sound echoed around my head.
"Well, finally awake are we?" a short man said as he came into the room. A white lab coat hung around his shoulders, but from the looks of the room I was in, he wasn't a scientist.
"I'm Dr Deaton" the man said as he walked over and began unwrapping a bandage around my arm. I watched him as he pulled away the last strips of the white cloth. I almost fainted at the sight of the large bite mark that crossed my arm.
"What the hell…?" I muttered staring at the grotesque wound,
"Do you remember anything about what happened?" Deaton asked as he wrapped a new bandage around the bite. I shook my head,
"No" I replied. It was a lie. I remembered the burning pain in my arm and the bed of red feathers and falling through space.
"That's a lie" a voice said, I looked up at the door way where the owner of the voice stood.
"That was the truth" I insisted, hoping that he was just bluffing.
"That was another rile" the guy said, leaning against the doorway,
"Why do I have to be here? She's just going to keep lying to you" the guy continued dryly, looking me up and down once. I glared coldly back at him, resisting the urge to punch him in the face.
"Next question. What's your name?" Deaton asked, ignoring the guy in the doorway as he walked around the sterilised room, gathering a bunch of random things from the shelves.
"Hayley" I lied, using my best friend's name,
"Lie" Doorway Guy said.
"Look, you can trust me. You don't have to lie" Deaton said from behind me, I shook my head, oh, I trusted Deaton just fine, he was the one who helped me and had cleaned up the bite, not Doorway Guy.
"It's not you I don't trust, it's him" I said, nodding towards Doorway Guy. At least that was the truth.
"You should trust him" Deaton said mildly.
"Although many wouldn't. You need to" he added,
"And, pray tell, why on earth would I trust and obnoxious, cocky bastard?" I replied sweetly, savouring the look on Doorway Guys face.
"Because you're going to be spending a lot of time with him" Deaton answered calmly and before I could ask why on earth I would ever do that, Doorway Guy stepped forward.
"You forgot to mention that the only reason that she's alive right now is because I found her and brought her here" he said, folding his arms over his chest and glaring coldly at me. What?
"And the fact that she's like me now" What?
"And what exactly are you?" I whispered, my hands gripping the edge of the metal table I was sitting on.
I recoiled as his eyes glowed red,
"Derek…" I heard Deaton say, it sounded as if it was a warning.
"A werewolf" What?!
"Welcome to the club" he muttered.
