The Start of Something New

Mercedes Thompson has a younger half-sister, Chevrolet or Chevy as she likes to be called. Chevy is only seventeen and she is a very dominant Alpha werewolf. Mercedes is only twenty seven years old. Their mother kicked Chevy out because of all the trouble she causes with being a strong, dominant werewolf; she does not like it when people order her around. Mercy has not told anybody about her younger sister. Charles, Samuel's brother, is down in the Tri-Cities visiting and dealing with werewolf business.

Chevrolet: She is a blonde bombshell. She has natural platinum blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She is just a little slip of a girl, only standing at four feet and ten inches. She is very smart, kind, nice, a spitfire, headstrong, and stubborn. She appears to be very nervous-like and skittish around people she does not know. But when the occasion calls for it, she can be horrendous, horrifying, intimidating, and she becomes alarmingly loud and she uses her Alpha power. She has seen her fair share of blood-curling things; she has even caused some of that herself. She can take care of herself and does not want to seem weak in front of people.

Chapter One:

'Only ten more minutes on this bus. Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Ten minutes," I repeated the mantra in my head. I could not wait to get off of this gross greyhound that I have been on all day. Because it's so gross, I have been breathing through my mouth the entire ride. If I didn't, I would have smelled the sweat, the fear, the sadness, the anger, the happiness and the anxiety all from the other passengers. To top all of that off, I could even smell the lust from the strange guy who kept looking at me every so often. My name is Chevrolet but I like to be called Chevy. I'm only seventeen years old and I'm a werewolf. Also I'm going to the Tri-Cities of Washington to live with my older half-sister Mercedes Thompson.

Like my older sister, I'm really different. I am a very dominant Alpha werewolf. Our mother, trying to protect her new family, decided to kick me out of the house. 'Maybe I should call Mercy to warn her that I'm coming. Well it's a little too late now," I thought. I looked out of the window as the bus came to a halt. The driver opens the door and calls out, "We're arrived at the Tri-Cities of Washington." I quickly get out of my seat and grab my green army issued backpack. It was the only thing I could get when her mother kicked me out.

The backpack was tattered a bit around the edges but still in good condition for being made at the height of the Second World War in nineteen-forty-two. A wolf I knows, Antonio D'Amico, an Italian immigrant who came to the new world with Columbus, was the one to give me the backpack from his time of serving in the army. He speaks Italian fluently, and he has helped out me with the whole werewolf thing because he is a werewolf himself. I didn't even let him know that mom had sent me packing.

I silently cursed at that. Tony was going to rip me a new one. And as soon as he catches my scent, he'll be down here faster than you can say pasta. I just pushed those thoughts to the back of my head, one problem at a time, thank you very much. I picked up the black leather jacket Mercy gave me the last time I saw her. As I was leaving the bus, I could feel the creep's eyes on me. I tried and held in her shutter and for just a split second I took a breath in through my nose and smelled his lust. I practically ran off the bus to clear my head and to get out of there as soon as possible. I put on my jacket, realizing just how cold it was outside. I walk a little bit away from the bus stop. I close my eyes and I take two deep breaths, to clear my senses. After sniffing a few times, I could pick out the Alpha's territory, the vampires and faintly Mercy's scent. I think I'm close. So I need to stay off of their Alpha's land and to try and not run into anyone, supernatural or normal. And I don't want to Change, because that would be bad.

I decide to follow Mercy's scent and see where it takes me. I hope to her house. As I started to walk along on the sidewalk and I looked through my backpack. Inside of this backpack was my entire life. There are some jeans, shirts, underwear, some nonmatching socks, a pair of Coco Chanel sunglasses, my laptop, my iPod and some of my novels. I take out my sunglasses and I put them on, trying to hide myself. Foolish I know, but it's a nervous habit of mine, trying to hide myself from people. I really want to listen to my iPod but I kind of need all my senses on high alert in this strange city. Every minute or so I would quickly glance behind me to make sure I wasn't being followed. Mom did have a good reason for kicking me out, so I can't be mad at her but no matter what I say to Mercy, she'll still be pissed at Mom. But, I'm not, I can forgive her. She is just trying to protect her children from the monster I've become. My eyes began to sting at that thought.

"Ricordo Cara, non sei un mostro. Sei un angelo, un dono di dio. Sei bella. (Remember dear, you are not a monster. You are an angel from God. You're beautiful)," Antonio said to me when I came to him crying the first time my mother called me a monster. I shook my head and willed my tears away.

"Pull yourself together Chevrolet," I whispered to myself. It felt to hear my own voice again. Before any more tears could fall, I straighten out and took a sniff. Two werewolves about six hundred yards in front of me. My senses were getting sharper every day. Shit, what am I going to do? If I run, they are more than likely to chase me down. I took another sniff. It wasn't the Alpha, just regular weres from the Alpha's pack.

I stood up straighter, squared my shoulders, held my head up high and began to walk forward again. 'Deep breaths Chevy. Remember they can smell my fear. Deep breaths,' I reminded myself. With every step forward I took a deeper breath to try and calm myself down. They were getting closer now; I could make out their forms. Both were tall and one has blonde hair and one was a brunette. I continued to breathe deeply as I got closer. The brunette male had on cowboy boots, a ripped pair of light wash jeans, and a button down shirt complete with a cowboy hat on his head. The blonde one was just wearing sneakers, jeans and a Liverpool T-shirt. I noticed that they were heading straight for me and they were not backing down. If I run, they will chase me so I can't escape. Well I could always faint but then they would probably take me to the Alpha's house, which is near Mercy, now that I can smell it. To prolong the meeting of the werewolves, I slowed down my footsteps. I glanced behind and made a split decision to cross the street briskly. I can smell that the two are following me. Okay so they are just following me. I don't think that they will do something without their Alpha's orders. Now I need to focus on getting to Mercedes in one piece and to avoid the Alpha's territory.

Can't I catch a break? First mom, then Tony and now these two wolves. I'm shit out of luck. Why does Mercedes have to love near all of the werewolves? Okay so I can faintly smell Mercy from them so they must have been near her earlier today. Should I stop? Well they are cute, even if I didn't get a good look of their faces. I immediately stop and the men almost crashed into me. I turned around, placed my hands on my hips and kept my eyes down just a centimeter down from their own eyes. I really didn't want to deal with pissy-ass wolves.

"Can I help you both with something," I ask, lowering my voice just a bit.

Most of the time, werewolves, Alpha, dominant or regular wolves, can't sense that I'm an Alpha or dominant or even a were for that matter so I can use that to my advantage. It's a dog eat dog word out there, or in my cases, wolf eat wolf. I could feel the blonde sneer at me while the other one looked at me calmly.

"What's your name?" The blonde one sneered at me. I guess he really liked to sneer. Must be an English thing to do. Also I'm not liking his attitude towards me but I do like his accent.

"Why?" I ask, before even thinking. Shit, that probably wasn't the best thing to say to a were who thinks he's more dominant than moi. Then blonde takes a menacing step forward but the brunette shoots out his hand and grabbed Blondie's forearm.

"This is not the time or place, Ben," The brunette admonished. Almost two seconds after hearing that Ben, I guess, took a step back and mumbled his apologies. I wasn't going to apologize to Blondie so he can go shove it.

"What do you want?" I ask them quietly, keeping my Alpha wolf in check. I knew for a fact that they can't sense my Alpha-ness, if that is even a word, they just know that I'm a weak little werewolf. I guess I need to play up the damsel-in-distress. I need to pretend I don't know they're weres and they'll think I'm a damsel. Sounds easy enough...not.

"What are you doing here, Miss?" The brunette was the one to speak. I shift and I slightly bared my neck, a sign of submissiveness.

"I'm just trying to find a place to sleep for the night and some food," I say to the males. I nonchalantly take a breath and could smell their shock and very lightly, a protectiveness from both of the males. The brunette gave me a small smile.

"Darlin', do you know where you are?" Cowboy asked me gently and I assume that is because he doesn't want to not frighten me.

I shake my head. "I just got off the bus that I was on because some guy kept looking at me and was giving me the creeps. I didn't feel safe," I said, stuttering a bit. Well at least some of that bull was true. I knew I was in the Tri-Cities and these guys are probably in the Columbus Basin Pack. Shit! I just remembered I need to talk to Bran really really soon.

"Ummm, do you guys know where a shelter is?" I was really getting into this role but now I need to lose them.

"Why don't you come with us, Miss. You'll be safe with us. What's your name, Darlin'?" Cowboy said all calm like.

"I'm Chevrolet, you know like the car company," I said softly. I can really trust Cowboy but I'm kinda iffy on Blondie.

I take a step back. "Thanks but I'll just find that shelter myself. Bye," I say, trying to leave this wolves. I gotta find Mercy and talk to her and then get Bran's number and call him. That doesn't sound to difficult. I'm probably better off jumping into a volcano and surviving. Cowboy takes a step closer to me.

"Trust me, Chevrolet. You'll be safe with us. My name is Warren and this is Ben, and we are werewolves just like you," He said this while taking baby steps closer to me.

"You're werewolves too?" I ask the question, even though I already knew the answer.

"Yes we are, we belong to a pack and you should meet our Alpha. He can help you. How old are you? When did you Change?"Warren asked me all of the right questions. I guess I can give him the truth about that.

"I'm 17 years old and I was Changed four moons ago and I've just been wandering around," I say.

In reality I haven't lied to Warren yet. I've just told him half truths.

"As much as I would love to go see your pack and Alpha but I have a few things I need to do. Don't worry. I'll be in town for a few days, maybe more, depends if I find a plac to live," I explained to them. I really don't want to talk to their Alpha if I'm not planning on going on or through their terrority. Warren looked torned on what he should do and Ben looked uninterested. Warren fishes through his pocket and takes out a business card. He hands it to me and I looked it over. It says his first and last name and a phone number.

"Thanks," I whispered. Shit, now is so not the time to get all weepy-eyed. I'm not use to people other than Tony and Mercy, who I haven't sen in many years, be nice to me. It's kinda strange but a good kinda of strange.

"Call me anytime. I'll be there when you need me and so will Ben," Warren said. Ben shot a glare at Warren and mumbled under his breath something on the lines of 'I'll never willingly help out this little bitch.' I like his attitude. I wait for them to take a step back. I learned the hard way to never turn my back on a were I don't know. I see that warren saw my stance and he and Ben turned their backs to me first. I find that very noble of Warren.

From what I can tell, I notice certain things about Warren. Warren is not from this century but the past. He is from the 19- century, mid 1800's and on. He must be from the Old West from his clothing, posture and accent. And some say History is unimportant. Ben, I'm not really sure. I can't get a good read on him. I know for certain that he's from England, Manchester to be exact from his accent and he is most definitely from the late 1900's. I would say 70's-80's at the latest.

But enough about them. I should really find Mercy before dark which is in about six hours. Plenty of time. I wait until the men are a good distance away before continuing my search for my lovely half sister.

And Chapter One is complete. I hope the characters weren't too OC's. I'm sorry if they are. It's my first time writing a Mercy Thompson fic. I'm looking for a Beta if anyone is interested and please drop me a review. As long as it doesn't say how horrible the story is, you can say anything you want! ^_^ I will post the next chapter on thursday or friday or if I get 5 reivews I'll update sooner! ^_^