Disclaimer: I do not own anything in regards to Lost Girl. This is solely for fun and entertainment purposes. No copyright intended!
Authors Note: I usually write scripts (mostly Supernatural Dramas) and you can see from the way this story is constructed that it was a script first. It was a pilot episode for a TV series based on Norse mythology (I do make up and or alter a lot mythology however), after the events of Ragnarök about a modern Shaman who discovers she is the Æthelflæd (a made up creation of mine based on a historical figure). I lost motivation to finish the script and started writing it as a story, then I started using Lost Girl characters (purely for fun cos they be awesome! let's face it) and it became a Fan Fiction. TADAA!
I have all the parts for this first story so no need to worry about a lack of an ending. No Beta. Grammar is probably terrible but keep it to yourself or don't read it if your thatpassionate about grammar. Like I said, I usually write scripts so it's all about the story.
CHAPTER 1 The Wolves at the gate Part 1 Honor Bound
Bo has been on the run for years travelling from city to city, always changing her name and never creating ties. Her parents called her a demon, evil, told her that she "had the devil inside her" and Bo believed them. She had taken the life of her first love, Kyle; ever since then she has been running and she never planned on stopping.
Awake in her motel room on another cheap mattress staring up at the paint-peeling celling, and like many nights before sleep did not come. Her duffle bag was packed and ready just beside the bed in case she needed to leave quickly. The only sound was the tick of an old style wall clock that hung in the room near the bed. Bo glanced up at it and saw that it was well into the eleventh hour.
Over an hour past curfew, so she was stuck in this small room till dawn tomorrow morning. It had been almost a year since the curfew had been implemented - no persons are allowed to roam the city streets after 10pm. This will remain in effect until 5am the following morning - it was a drastic move by the governments but necessary to help maintain a sense of order. The crime rate was through the roof; strange things seemed to be happening more and more frequently, things the police had trouble too or could not explain.
A creak from the floorboards outside the room broke Bo's staring match with the celling; she sat up slowly, pulling out a dagger from under her pillow with her, not once blinking or taking her eyes off of the entrance to the room. She expected someone to burst in at any moment and attack - gripping the handle of her choice weapon, Bo breathed in and prepared; she waited with steady hands and deep breaths.
Bo was being stalked, hunted actually, for the last few weeks by an unknown and relentless enemy. They usually came in a group of four or five, always wearing black hooded cloaks and always armed with sharp blades. Bo did not know why they wanted her but she guessed that her "abilities" had drawn too much attention and they were some sort of "Devil worshipping cult" or something like that. Bo could care less - it was just another reason to keep running.
She heard the creak again and this time saw a shadow moving slightly underneath the door. Bo quietly and quickly got off the bed and walked to the window; looking out she saw two figures standing no more than twenty feet from the motel, just watching her, "Oh, shit!" Bo mumbled realizing she was surrounded. Window or door? Door or window? She wondered as she looked back and forth between the shadows under the door to outside the window where the figures stood completely still like dark statues.
Suddenly the door crashes open practically splitting into pieces as three hooded hunters came charging into the room. "Window" Bo decided, quickly grabbing her duffle bag - she swings it with as much force as she can summon towards and through the window. Glass shatters outwards and the bag lands just in front of the two figures outside. Bo jumped through the window less than a second after and the two outside charge at her.
Bo recovered quickly taking up a relaxed fighting stance; she dodges and blocks the attacks from the first assailant with no issue, glancing behind her she spots the other three climbing through the window after her. Bo knows she cannot take them all on, so she ends it quickly, grabbing the one attacking her she pulls him in and - to his surprise - she kisses him lightly, draining the life out of his body as she does.
It was the first time she had seen one of her hunters up close, she had half expected them not to have faces for some reason, and now she could see the "hunter" was just a man. A small twinge of guilt shot through her chest as he fell lifeless to the ground wearing a large grin across his face. Her hunters were human beings, not the faceless monsters she had dreamt up.
I'm the monster she thought, as she watched his lifeless body fall.
A surge of power rippled through Bo's body, she grabbed her duffel bag and ran fast in any direction. The other four "Hunters" are chasing her, but with her new burst of energy Bo would out run them in no time. Bo ran through the dark, empty, city streets and she would not be stopping for a while.
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Kenzi stumbled down a dim and dirty city street swaying slightly and every now and then giggling at nothing in particular. Kenzi was fully aware that it was after curfew but that does not concern her at all, she is also certain that someone is following her probably some lowlife looking for an innocent little girl to torment Kenzi thinks and smirks - she is far from innocent these days. The only people out after curfew were the creeps and deeply disturbed. Kenzi hopped she could attract at least one if she was out alone walking around drunk.
The footsteps behind her get louder and louder, whoever is following her is slowly getting closer; she stumbles a little before walking out of the street and into a long alleyway. There are dumpsters and stains across the alley and the walls are covered in graffiti. The young Goth walks casually to the end of the alley and stops, the other side is blocked off by a tall metal fence; she runs her fingers along the fence waiting for the Stanger to approach.
"Its past curfew little girl" comes a masculine, slightly croaky voice. Kenzi turns around and straightens up so she is now standing up-right. The man eyeballs her like candy and licks his lips. Kenzi cocks her head to the side and looks the man up and down - he has messy long hair, a scruffy beard and a green army jacket on.
"It's about time. How hard is it to attract a rapist these days? I've been walking around all "drunk" for the last half an hour - a girl could get offended." Kenzi scoffed, she spoke clearly and was defiantly not under the effect of anything.
The Goth was stone cold sober and this confused the man for a moment. "So you're a sick little girl? I like that" he smiled a crooked smile and stepped towards Kenzi.
Kenzi smiles too and reaches behind her back, "oh honey, you have no idea" and as she spoke she withdrew a long curved knife from under her shirt. That jacket is mine she thinks.
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Dyson walked into the alley early in the morning and immediately smelt death, the crime scene was large and blood was every wear; the main focus was at the back of the alley were a body was laying with symbols carved into the flesh. The Detective spotted his partner standing near the body trying to get a good look. Dyson walked towards him stepping over spots of blood and even a finger. "Hale." He called out as he approached.
Hale looked up and gives a small nod to his friend. Dyson's eyes scan over the body, it was a male with long messy hair, a dirty beard and he smelt homeless. "He was found this morning." Hale stated adjusting the fedora on his head.
"It looks ritual." Dyson adds, his eyes memorizing the ancient-looking symbols scattered across the body. The cuts were immaturely done, ranging from shallow to deep, hesitant to clean, and the cause of death looked like loss of blood.
"Fae?" Hale suggests, seeing if Dyson agrees with the thought.
"Maybe. …although humans have been getting pretty creative lately." Dyson took in a whiff of air trying to smell the attacker. The air was thick with blood, sweat, spray paint and dirt but not much else.
"Anything?" Hale asks, he was not a Wolf but he could smell the filth that the alley held and it was making him feel sick.
"Nothing…" The killer has no scent. Dyson could smell the victim, Hale and the few cops that were around but no one else.
The Siren sighed, they had been seeing a lot of strange cases like this lately and few were ever solved. "Hopefully the autopsy will give us something. The world is going to hell…" Just another grim day in a suffering world…
"It's already there. Any witnesses?" Dyson asks.
"None. Someone butchered the guy and then disappeared without a trace." Hale looked around and shivers at the amount of blood that covered the area.
"Let's get the body to Lauren so she can do the autopsy." Dyson said giving up on getting anything solid from the body themselves. Dyson signaled the coroner to come into the scene and collect the body; Hale walked carefully around the scene looking for signs that could bring light to yet another gruesome crime.
There was nothing.
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Tamsin stood on a nearby rooftop with her arms crossed staring down at the detectives as they assessed the crime scene. Looking at all the blood covering the alleyway the blonde shook her head slightly "Did you have to make such a mess?" she asked.
Kenzi stepped closer to the Valkyrie and peered down at her own handy work. "Yeah… I might have gone a little overboard." The Goth smirked innocent my ass!
Tamsin glanced across to her dark hair friend and noticed that she is wearing a green army jacket with blood specks down the sleeves. "Nice jacket" she commented before looking back down towards the crime scene.
"Thanks, it's new." Kenzi replied doing a little twirl to show off her newly acquired clothing piece before noticing Tamsin looking down at the crime scene intensely. Tamsin is a Valkyrie so it was not like she is unaccustomed to the sight of death, but it was clear that something was bothering her. "What's up, snarky-pants?"
"Don't worry about it." Tamsin brushed off the question and continued to stare at down into the alley way. She hated talking about feelings but Kenzi seemed to be able to read when something was wrong with the Valkyrie, which annoyed her even more. Tamsin clenched her jaw, silently praying Kenzi would drop it; of course she wouldn't though, at least not straight away.
Kenzi sighed loudly "look, YOU asked me to do this - why you couldn't do it yourself, I won't ask - you know that I control all the puppies now, so you are going to have to tell me something." She tried to reason with the blonde.
Kenzi was correct, Tamsin had to give her more details but she refused to say it aloud afraid of what it would ultimately mean, even though it was becoming impossible to ignore. The Valkyrie did not have the luxury of fear. Tamsin was never afraid of anything, a strong and sometimes even an arrogant Valkyrie; a warrior, a mercenary and then a bounty hunter, fear never fit in with her way of life or who she was.
But this terrified her.
Tamsin looked up at the girl she had come to know as a friend and after a short while, she took in a breath and finally spoke "Tell them to find the Æthelflæd" she forced out quickly.
Kenzi blinked and looked at the Valkyrie completely shocked "That is… of course that is why you wanted to summon the puppies." Kenzi mentally kicked herself for not realizing it earlier.
"Just find out who it is." Tamsin spoke slower this time like she was trying to keep herself calm.
Kenzi knew the hard-headed Valkyrie would not tell her anything but she had to ask anyway. "Okay… Do you know what you are going to do when you find-"
"-No." Tamsin said flatly cutting Kenzi off mid-sentence. Kenzi knew that this was all the information she was going to get so the Goth just nodded once and walked away from her friend. Tamsin took in a deep breath as she watched the coroner drive away with the body. There would be more blood as this went on but she did not have choice.
It was fate.
Taking a few steps back onto the roof Tamsin pulled out her mobile phone, hesitating just for a moment she dialed and put the phone to her ear, after a few rings an annoyingly chipper receptionist answered. Tamsin rolled her eyes "Put me through to the Morrígan… I don't give a shit if she is in a meeting… Tell her it's a pissed off Valkyrie!" She demanded, not having time to waste arguing; after what seemed like ages, Evony answered the phone. "Finally… That peace program crap you were going on about… I'm in."
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Bo finally found a place to stop and rest at a construction site but when morning came around and the workers began to show up she grabbed her duffel bag and started walking again. Bo had not slept; she could not stop her mind from thinking, wondering who the hooded people chasing her were and what they wanted. It was around 7am and people were starting to head for work and get there morning coffees.
It seemed like a normal city during the day time.
Bo walked into an old-style diner and decided to get some real food before starting her day. Sitting in a booth at the back, she placed her duffle bag safely under the table when a waitress approached her with a pen and pad "Hello, what can I get you?" she asked unenthusiastically.
"What's good?" Bo asked, not really caring as long as it was food.
"It's all good. …but pancakes are the special." The waitress replied already looking bored. Bo noticed the name tag she was wearing read: Skadi.
"Okay, pancakes and coffee, please, Skadi." Bo answered.
The girl nodded once and walked off.
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Dyson and Hale entered the morgue and walked into the crypt area where a blonde doctor was elbow deep in someone's chest. The two detectives paused and looked at each other before hesitantly approaching the woman. "Lauren? Is this a bad time?" Dyson asked.
"No not at all." Lauren said looking up and casually withdrawing her arm from the corpse's chest. The doctor removed her bloody rubber gloves and spoke. "What can I do for you?" She asked as she put the gloves on a nearby metal tray.
Hale could not help but notice the body Lauren was working on had a disturbing smile across his face, "What happened to him?" he enquired, unable to look away despite how much he wanted too.
Lauren smirked at Hale's obvious discomfort. "I am unsure at the moment. It is clearly a Fae kill, but I have not seen anything like it before."
Dyson stepped a little closer and took in a whiff of the body's scent. "Dude, come on." Hale almost gagged at what his partner did. "I know you got the wolf-nose-thing going on but that is just nasty."
"What is it?" Lauren asks seeing a change in the detective as he takes a second whiff.
"Perfume maybe…" Dyson said, inhaling a third time.
"The Fae was female… that's good to know." Lauren states, mainly to herself trying to think of all the possible Fae that could be responsible.
"Where was the body found? I could go and see if I can track the scent." Dyson suggests.
"Of course" Lauren nods and picks up a file that was nearby handing it to the detective.
"What about our ritual blood-fest?" Hale asked.
"I'm sure you can handle that one, partner." Dyson smiled knowing Hale would not like that idea at all.
"Great…" Hales' head drops.
Lauren walked over to another metal gurney were a body lay underneath a white sheet and pulled back the sheet to reveal the alley victim "I have photographed the symbols and should be able to get some information on them soon." Hale walked over to the body while Dyson remained nearby reading the file about the about the mysterious Fae kill. "A 51 year old male, prior criminal conviction for assault and breach of curfew, loss of blood from multiple stab wounds is what I'm ruling as the cause of death." Lauren summarized.
"What is this?" Lauren and Hale both turned to see Dyson holding up a close-up photo of a strange symbol tattooed on the victims' upper arm. It was three overlapping circles, spread out in a line like a really small chain.
"That was on the body of the… smiling victim." Lauren answered simply.
"I recognized it… I'm not sure from where though." Dyson stared at the symbol but he just couldn't place it. I'll have to ask Trick about it he thought.
"Well… I'll get started on this-" Hale said indicating to the alley victim, "-and we'll meet up at the Dal later?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to where the body was found. Keep in contact." Dyson said before turning and leaving the morgue with the case file in hand.
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Bo was deep in thought when the waitress returned, practically dumping the plate of pancakes in front of her. She smiled sarcastically "Here you go" then she poured Bo a cup of coffee and stood there waiting "That'll be $7.50." Bo looked up at her and smiled, she reached over and lightly touched the waitresses' arm. A bright energy passed into the waitress and she immediately relaxed, "You're so beautiful…" she mumbled.
"I think this is one is on the house, right?" Bo said slowly and seductively. Skadi just nodded and smiled completely overtaken by her sudden need for the dark haired woman sitting in front of her. Bo stopped - hoping she hadn't gone too far - she really didn't have her ability's under control and she didn't even know what they were or where they came from. Bo sat back and started to eat her pancakes and after a few seconds the waitress sat down opposite Bo with the love-struck look still occupying her face, Crap… Bo thought. Too much…
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A Young University student exited her dorm room in her running cloths with an IPod strapped to her arm, she ran down a dirt trail leading into the woods. Hard-style music was blasting in her ears as she ran faster and harder almost for a straight half an hour deep into the woods. She stopped only when she could not go any further. Bending over, hands on knees, she took in several long and deep breaths. The air was cold and the pounding in her chest spread an unwanted heat through her face. It caused the back of her throat to taste like nickel; she would need a moment before committing herself to run all the way back.
She was taking a break in the same area she ran through almost every day; she did not know that she was being stalked, hunted and tracked by a group of ancient beasts. One growled a deep primal growl as they all surround the innocent girl; the student did not hear the growl or the movement of the large creatures circling around her.
After a minute she stretch straight up and took in a final deep breath getting ready to run again. A dark shape caught her attention out of the corner of her eye - she looked around quickly but didn't see anything - so she shrugged and was about to continue when suddenly something large and heavy knocked her to the ground. The last thing she felt was fur and a set of large teeth tearing into the skin of her throat.
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Dyson arrived at the Motel and immediately notice that one of the rooms had a shattered window. He exited his police rental car and slowly walked towards the room. He got a strong hold on the scent almost instantly; he could smell the victim, some others and the scent from the morgue. He inhaled deeply and followed the scent which led him away from the motel.
After about twenty minutes he reached a construction site. It was swarming with sweaty workmen and Dyson had trouble keeping a lock on the singular scent, he wandered around the site trying to find where it might have gone. Finally he picked up the scent again leading away from the site down one of the busy city streets, it was stronger this time.
He was getting closer.
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Trick was cleaning around his bar, stacking chairs, sweeping, mopping and whipping tables. He did it mindlessly. He had very few customers since the curfew was put in place, people were afraid to stay out late and drink. Every now and then a few Fae would come in for a meal; Dyson and Hale would often come for advice. Trick still had one of the rarest and oldest collections of books down in his cellar which made him good for information.
He was comfortable flying under the radar but he missed the way it was, when his bar was alive with music and friends gathered to laugh and exchange stories. The Dark and the Light were probably on the best terms they had been on… ever.
Since Valhalla fell and Asgard was abandoned by the gods after Ragnarök they often had to work together to control the chaos that had quickly followed. Trick decided to remain out of the politics because he knew his ability would be highly coveted by the Ash and The Morrígan.
Trick would not use his blood to rewrite anything that had happened, but that would not stop others from wanting to try and make him.
"Blood King…" Tricks trance was broken by the sudden voice. He stopped what he was doing and look towards the entrance of the Dal Riata. His eyes widened at the woman before him, someone he could have sworn was long dead or at least trapped in another world.
"Tamsin… Where have you been?" He asked the blonde as she walked further into the bar, her expression was cold. Trick may not have been her favorite person but something was clearly wrong.
"Where do you think!?" Tamsin snapped back. She took in a deep breath trying to calm herself down, clenching and unclenching her fists a few times. "After I went to the Dísir- After what they told me…"
"What did they tell you?" Trick asked. He had sent her to them knowing they could predict people's fate and hopefully they would be able to give her more information than he could. It was predicted long ago that Asgard would know a war like none other - Ragnarök - and Tamsin went to the Dísir to find a way to stop it.
In the end no one could stop it.
It was fate.
"You know! Don't act like you don't know! You set this up!" Tamsin yelled at Trick.
"Tamsin, I swear I don't know what they told you. You wanted answers- a way to save Valhalla; I thought the Dísir would have the answers you seek. After all, fate is kind of what they-"
"-Fate! Yes! Fate! Do you what FATE has planned for me!?" She continued to yell, cutting off what Trick was saying.
"That's not how it works. Fate is not prewritten it's- something greater, something our souls know is truth." He tried to calm her. An angry Valkyrie is never a good thing. "What did the Dísir tell you?"
Tamsin felt defeated.
Trick was right.
She hesitated, but finally spoke "The Æthelflæd… is MY warrior." She pushed out. Then she chuckled a little knowing how ridiculous it was "I will bond with the Æthelflæd." She laughed out. Trick looked shocked for a moment but his eye quickly softened and he nodded.
This was huge, centuries ago the Æthelflæd was predicted to rise and after years of whispers it became nothing more than a myth to most. A savior meant to fight the darkness when the world was in need of them most; like a fairytale that was told to make people feel better but no one ever really believed it was possible.
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Bo finally got Skadi the love struck waitress to leave her alone and was able to eat her breakfast in peace. Then after procrastinating for a good while, Bo decided it was time to keep moving. She exited the Coffee house and started down the street, she only took about five steps before she was shoved violently up against a wall. "Hey!" she yelled out, struggling against the man.
"You're under arrest." Dyson said reaching for his handcuffs with one hand while trying to keep the suspect secure with his other.
"Oh, I don't think so." Bo smiled leaning into the Detective, she kissed him softly which surprised him and after a second started to drain his Chi from his body. He was getting weaker and quickly, he growled and broke away from the woman before striking her across the face knocking her out.
Bo fell to the ground.
"I do." Dyson said as he knelt down to cuff the now unconscious dark haired woman.
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Trick was sitting at one of his tables sipping a tall glass of beer. Tamsin had left pretty fast after their talk and he could tell she was afraid, which was something he had never seen in the Valkyrie before. He was thinking intensely about the myth of the Æthelflæd, a savior to rise in a time of darkness. He would consult his books later and try to uncover more information but for now he was more than happy to just sit and drink his beer. Trick was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't hear Hale enter the bar or walk up to where he was sitting carrying a case file.
"Trick" Hale announced his presence seeing the barkeep deep in thought.
Tricks eyes shot up to meet the Detectives questioning gaze "Hale. Sorry I was… in my own world. What can I do for you my friend?"
Hale shifted from foot to foot "Oh you know… on a case and-" he sighed and sat down at the table with Trick dropping the case file onto the table "I got nothing. We get so many messed up cases lately and we'll be lucky to solve half- no, a quarter of them!"
"Come on, let's have a look. Maybe I can help." Trick smiled at the Siren and opened the file.
"Thank you, Trick." Trick started to read the file but his attention was quickly drawn to the crime scene photo. "Okay, so this guy was found in an alley this morning and it looks ritual but nobody recognizes it." Hale said noticing Tricks interest. "What? You recognize it don't you? That's why you the man!"
Trick starred at the photo with wide eyes "By the gods… what have you done…?" he practically whispered. He recognized the symbols; only someone as ancient as himself could be responsible for this dark magik, a spell to summon an even older, primal force.
"Who? What?" Hale asked "I'm going to need some context here, Trick."
"I can't be… She couldn't have… unless…" Trick continued to stare at the photo in disbelief.
"For the love of God, Trick - context!" Hale's voice rose slightly.
Trick snapped out of it and looked back up at his friend "Sorry… it's a summoning ritual. A VERY old summoning ritual… only ancients could know how to do it."
"To summon what?" Hale queried.
"The Fenrir wolves, but it's not so much what was summoned – although they are very bad news – but where they were summoned from… Hel."
"Hel? As in-"
"-the mirror to Valhalla." Trick finished.
Hale now understood why Trick looked so worried. This case had suddenly become larger than a simple alley way homicide "Great… So tell me about these wolves?"
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Lauren didn't mind working for the light Fae; over the last couple of years she became more of a valued asset and was no longer regarded as just a piece of property to the Ash. She did her work and in turn was protected and kept comfortable. Also, she feels a deep sense of accomplishment and satisfaction when she is able to help Dyson and Hale with their cases. Ultimately however she did report to the Ash and had an unwavering loyalty to him before others.
Lochlyn entered the crypt of the morgue escorted by two security guards to find Lauren standing by a gurney expecting him "Ash." She greeted. He nodded and walked up to her leaving the guards at the entrance "Thank you for coming, Lochlyn. I think you will be interested in this."
Lauren pulled the white sheet from the gurney to reveal the body of young woman who looked like she had been mauled "Fae?" asked the Ash.
"No. Human." Lauren answered.
"So far I am uninterested." Lochlyn scanned the body briefly.
"The wounds look like teeth marks, specifically, canine, although much larger and…" Lauren reached over and grabbed some papers off of a small metal table "…I found several hairs in and around a majority of the wounds. Canis Dirus."
"A wolf" Lochlyn translated.
Lauren looked down at the papers in her hand and read "The Dire Wolf. The deadliest species of wolf to date, originally from Europe… they are about two meter long and one meter tall… very muscular with an INSANE jaw size… also they have been extinct for about ten thousand years." Lauren finished and looked back up at Lochlyn.
"Fenrir…" The Ash said mainly to himself, when he saw the questioning look Lauren had he explained further "They are a pack of Dire Wolves. Known for their tracking skills, they can find anything or anyone. They are also very vicious and unpredictable."
"So… they are Fae?" Lauren asked.
"Not exactly. More like Demons from Hel. Whoever raised them is either desperate or incredibly stupid." Lochlyn was concerned about who would dare raise such beasts.
"Why is that?"
"Because whoever summons them are their Master but the pack has an Alpha and if the Alpha doesn't like the Master… well… some dogs do turn on their owners."
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Kenzi was sitting on a swing in and old rusty playground waiting; she had been waiting for ages. She called her "puppies" (as she calls them) hours ago but they hadn't shown up yet. "Soooooooo booooored!" she yelled out to no one.
After about ten more minutes of waiting Kenzi was about to give up and leave when she heard a deep growl from behind her. She jumped off the swing; turned around, and saw the muscular, black, Alpha Dire Wolf stood a few feet away from the small Goth.
Kenzi walked around the swing set, up to the giant creature and stopped right in front of the wolf. "Finally! I'm THIS close to hitting you over the nose with a rolled up newspaper ya giant fur ball. Good dogs come when there called." She scolded before reaching out and giving the Wolf a light scratch on the cheek. When she pulled her hand back she had a smear of blood across her fingers "Oh, I see… getting a feed first? Fair enough, I guess they don't have "Lucky Dog" wherever you come from."
The Alpha growled loudly at Kenzi and flashed its large teeth "Now, now, be nice my little Alpha and you'll get a treat." She mused before standing up straight and taking a more commanding stance "Find the Æthelflæd!" she ordered the Alpha. The giant Wolf turned around and ran away, Kenzi smiled to herself "Good dog."
Ending was a little rushed. I may re-edit the whole thing later (maybe not), I was just anxious to get it up because I have had it for soooo long and was re-writing it again and again…
Chapter two ready and can be up next week (assuming you don't hate chapter one with a passion).