Disclaimer: Unfortunately I never have or will own Blood and Chocolate...Annette Kurtis Klause does :-(. But hey I can dream right.
Summary: After her previous pack abandoned her Melanie moves to the city. She finds another pack, and now the 16 year old stray has finally found an ounce of hope in finding out where she belongs.
Chapter One: A Strange Encounter
Melanie looked around at her surroundings. To her left was a dumpster, and on her right was a park full of giggling children. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she saw mother after mother pull their children away from swings and slides. /Look at them, so many happy faces. They all have mothers... What about me?/ Melanie thought as she looked into the dying sun. She had never expected it to come to this. Left alone, cold and wet; abandoned not only by her pack but her mother as well. Left wearing the same outfit everyday; having to scrounge for food and beg money off people walking by /How can I be homeless?/ She thought, /I'm only 16 for moon's sake./ But the more she pondered it the harder she cried. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep thinking about her old pack...
FLASHBACK
We find our selves in a little apartment. Melanie's' entire pack is sitting in the living room. The heat rolls through the space as the whispers die down. Jason the pack leader is standing in front of Sarah, Melanie's' mother. He looms over her...
"What were you thinking Sarah? Not only did you endanger your self, but the entire pack as WELL," screamed Jason.
"I..." she began to stutter, her lip trembling as she was cut off by Jason.
"You what Sarah, you're sorry? It's too late for that. You were seen, and now because of you both you and your daughter are..."
By this point Sarah's' frame had crumbled to the floor. Throwing away what little was left of her pride she flings herself at Jason's feet. "Please Jason, don't do this to us...," she begins to sob. Has she no pride! Melanie thought with a disgusted as she watched the pathetic sight unfold before her. /Get off the floor this instant woman, and scrape up what's left of your honor/ Words began forming, the soft grunt as she bent to grab her mothers' arm escaping her lips. But before Melanie could voice her opinion her eyes widen as Jason's' words finally met dulled ears.
"BANISHED!" rolled off Jason's lips, crashing into Melanie like a bat, taking everything along with it but her sanity.
END
Melanie woke up, and gritted her teeth in frustration. /If only mom hadn't gotten drunk and changed in front of her human friends... damn it all!/ She sighed, slowly standing up to begin her walk down the seemingly abandoned road. All the hate she held aside, she truly loved her mother. She really hadn't been abandoned, and she knew it. In the wrong place at the wrong time, her mother had gone and gotten killed in a drug shoot out two weeks ago. God her mom could be stupid at times, but she would never have another like her. Melanie ducked her head down as she walked toward the cemetery where her mom was buried. "She wasn't even 30 years old," she proclaimed through clenched jaws as she kicked out at a nearby soda can.
Suddenly she heard a loud scream from across the street. Looking up into the near black trees, she found only a fool running out of them screaming about werewolves. /You keep on screaming like that, and find out where it gets you and those wolves/ she thought chuckling to herself. She stopped short of full-blown laughter when the idiot rammed into her.
"Watch where you're going," she screamed out at him, but he just continued running down the street without even apologizing. "...Asshole," she whispered under her breath as she adjusted the backpack she was carrying, and turned back towards the woods. As she looked into the wood this time though baby blue eyes met with her own. She gasped suddenly, and her eyes begin to widen as the wolf's face broke out in a toothy grin. Emotions rushed through her, sending her body into a slight paralysis.
/She was seeing things; the need for a pack was making her see it. It couldn't be real because she hadn't seen another lycan in this town before, and she had been living in the city with her mom for 4 or 5 months/ Thoughts whirled through her exhausted mind, conclusions to a question that simply had no answer. /Then again.../ Slowly Melanie made her way across the street, her breath escaping in short gasps as she stepped closer. The toothy grin on the wolf's sleek brown face was soon lost to a mirrored look of curiosity as he continued to stare at the approaching figure. Without even knowing it Melanie's' hand had begun to reach towards the wolfs' head as if to pet it, but before she could do anything something hard smashed into her hip shattering her thoughts.
Melanie shrieked as the car smashed into her hip and flipped her over the front hood, only to smash into the windshield creating a web of beautiful cracks along the glass. She tried to imagine the pain in her hip was nothing more than a cramp, but it was all she could think of as she was rolled onto the roof and thrown off the back end of the still moving vehicle. Thumping to the ground, she rolled a few feet before stopping, her body a crumpled mess of flesh and blood. A loup-garoux, her shallow wounds healed themselves easily enough, but the broken bones were slow. The tissue re-knitted, forming new cartilage. Miserable and groaning with her backpack digging into her shoulders and lower back, she lay there breathing heavily. A handsome, concerned face hovering above her tried to help her sit up.
"Are you alright?" the young man asked, his pale blue eyes pulled her in as she floated. /He has to be the wolf! They have the same colored eyes/ She slowly mussed to herself as she nodded. The penalty was great as she let her head fall back with a hissing moan. Her head felt like it would explode on contact, the pulsing membrane causing spots to form before her eyes.
"Ugghhh...my head...that fucker didn't even stop or anything!" she managed to croak out. Her soft words were met with the laughter of not only the young man that cradled her, but four others.
"Well you seem just fine to me..." one of the men said. She looked into his eyes, and then slowly down his well toned figure. /Wow he's kind of cute/, she thought as a slow blush crept into her cheeks. Seconds passed before she had realized that not only was he cute, but at the moment completely nude. In fact, now that she could turn her head with easy, she noticed that all 5 men were naked. Crawling onto her knees, she could sense the curiosity in all of them as they watched her, holding themselves back only for a moment before descending onto her recovering body. All five faces were sniffing her, their breath ruffling her hair, and tussling the light and worn fabric of her cloths as the moved down her body. Noisily they sniffed her hair, her neck, and her face...
"Whoa buddies. You guys sniff any further, and I'll knock your lycan asses to next Saturday..." She growled out at them as she began to stand up. Her body wobbled as it moved, and the men backed away smiles still gracing their lips. "Sorry..." was their only sheepish reply. "...So we can only assume that your a stray right?" said the brown haired man with the mesmerizing eyes, he seemed to be the alpha of the group.
Melanie bared her teeth at the five, "...Yeah," she whispered dangerously at them, her eyes coming back to rest on the alpha. "You got a problem with that?"
"Not really," was his solemn reply. "...So what's your name then?"
She sighed, growing weary of the attentions that she had gained from the group of men. Looking around nervously, she muttered, "Its Melanie...Yours?"
"Rafael, but you can call me Rafe. This here is Ulf..." he said pointing to the one she had thought was cute. "...that's Finn and Williem..." he said as he pointed to two twins, and then at the last person left. "...That's Gregory, and everyone calls our group the five... So where are you headed too?"
A/N: Okay guys, so I'm going through and slowly making changes/corrections on the story, then I will be continuing it. FINALLY, I know! It's been so long, I did miss you all so dearly though. Love, -Melody, AKA The Author
