The Wolves

With the Wild Wolves Around You.

In the Morning, I'll Call You.

Send It Farther On…

It all started with a dream. A series of thoughts and images playing over and over again inside one's unconscious mind. An abundance of sensations occurring involuntarily in the brain, while heavy lids are glued closed with slumber. Stages of emotions trying to sort themselves out as the body of the dreamer rests in peace for the night.

A dream. A simple collision of things you experienced during the day that has become nothing more but a jumbled pile of nonsense floating along in the space of your head.

A dream. Nothing more, nothing less.

Well, at least this is what I'm told.

My dream was not like that. My dream was like a movie. You know, one of those fiction one's where you sit back on the couch, it's a Friday night, and the lights are low as you watch the hero and heroine embrace each other in a fit of desire; and you wish your life held just a pinch of the passion and bewilderment that was flickering off your screen. My dream was like that. Just like that. Absolutely incomprehensible, yet substantial.

A movie.

I lie in bed awake. Completely still. Only turning my head once to glance at the time on my alarm clock. 5:15 a.m. I didn't have to officially get up for another 45 minutes. So I lie there and try to make sense of this movie. With my eyes fixed upon my lavender ceiling I zone out. Seth likes to call this 'My Special Moment' It's when I take a step back. Close the door on reality and enter the world called my imagination. I see it as nothing but harmless daydreaming. The only problem is that sometimes when I get into my head…it's hard for me to come back out.

I remember one night, I had to have been about 5, my mother came home to find me completely clothed, sitting in our tub full of ice cold water. No one knew how long I'd been in there, yet the blue tint to my usually pink lips suggested long enough. It was the only time I remember my mom being upset with me. She was furious! As soon as I awoke from my hospital bed a day later she laid into me.

Her tongue was sharp.

She dared me to do something like that again, and from the tone of her voice I knew it was a dare not to be tempted.

I still only see it as harmless daydreaming, Seth says I'm weird.

I had to go to counseling after that. I guess my parents feared the worst. That I had purposely tried to harm myself. Which wasn't true. I was only five and didn't even know a word like suicide existed. The only thing I remember prior to my little bathtub incident was that I was extremely hot. Well at least inside my head I was.

But It felt so real!

Just like this dream.

Real.

I jump so quickly from my bed I almost scare myself. I hate thinking about my mom. I hate remembering. Remembering makes me feel things. I don't like feeling things.

Unless of course…its Seth.

My Boyfri-er…well something along the lines of friends with benefits.

Seth.

Prodding gently through my sky blue curtains that hang along my bedroom window. His breathing steady and familiar as he saunters over to my bedside. Easing himself under the cool sheets, that take the summer heat away from his russet skin. I slide a bare leg over him, signaling that I was awake. I reveled in the way he stirred. His body hot and hard as he pressed into my soft skin, planting light kisses along my collarbone.

Seth.

That's what I liked to feel.

The only thing I allowed myself to feel.

But sadly not today. Not for a few more days actually. School has started up again, and it's around this time that Seth's steamy visits become less frequent. It's heartbreaking.

I glance again at the clock. 5:30. I could go for a twenty minute run.

I slip into shorts and a sports bra, grab my running shoes, and guide my way through the silence of my house. My grandpa Charlie was probably still asleep. I don't think he goes into the station until around seven on Mondays. Which is fine. Gives me a good hour to myself.

I open the front door and enjoy the chill morning air rushing in to awake my senses. Outside, the sun has yet to crawl over the eastern hills, it's going to be a cool one today. A quick stretch and I start my run at an even pace. A nice jog. Easy. Giving me just enough time to take in the lush scenery of Forks Washington. I never understood why my mother disliked it so much. Sure we had are fair share of lazy rain, but water is good and Forks is breathtaking!

A series of moss green trees towered over our tiny town. The tips swaying in the wind. Hills rimmed the outskirts near the forest. Their presences faint and distant behind the ever growing trunks of bark. An occasional lake or two, songs from birds dancing around the sage leaves. Blue tint fog that hung between the trees like a haunting ghost keeping them company.

Breathtaking.

I run.

Down, up, around. I run, flushing rabbits. Deer. Squirrels. Robins. Hopefully, no wolves, hunting for the rest. I see them every now and then, eager-eyed, ears perked upward hoping to catch the slightest of sound. Sometimes they trot straight up the roadways, yet prefer to stalk behind bushes and leaves that engulfed the forest floor. They enjoyed keeping their distance. I respected that. I kind of see myself the same way. Keeping a respectable distance, yet always watching.

Wolves.

I shuddered at the thought. My fear leading me back to my dream slash movie.

Soft tall strands of grass that rustled due to the naked bodies that occupied it.

I could feel my heart rate pick up speed…and it wasn't because of my aching legs beneath me. I kept my pace.

I inch closer to the bodies wanting to catch them in the act. I don't know why I wanted to see so bad. I let my hazel green eyes peek through the tiny openings the grass made with its movement. I was captivated. Completely engrossed with the erotic act that was displayed before me.

Ignoring the pain that reinvigorated in my feet I picked up speed while turning a sharp corner that led back into the direction of my house. I continued to relish in the memory.

I didn't know where I was, but somehow that was the least of my worries. I continued to watch the couple sprawled out along the dirt floor. I watched them fold into each other. Their bodies dripping in sweat. Smears of dirt, the only thing that hid pieces of bare skin. I couldn't get a look at their faces, for their heads where pressed into each other. And for some reason this really bothered me. I desperately wanted to see the mans face.

Oh god here it comes…the feeling.

His body is toned. Like a god! Even Adonis would be turning green with envy. Russet skin like Seth. Maybe a bit darker. With ebony hair that hung slightly above his shoulders. Stunning. I like the way he handles the woman. Completely in charge. The kind of man every girl wishes she had. He's dangerous I can tell. A bit off. This only adding more to his appeal and from the whimpering noises the female is making I can tell we share a common bond.

Lust with a hint of fear.

I'm running full speed at this moment. I need to get home! I don't know why I just need to get there! I can see my house reappearing in the distance. I push my legs, my strides becoming longer and more impatient.

As I try to inch closer to the scene my sight grows hazy. I begin to feel my heart beat rapidly. It was so loud, so hard that I thought it was going to beat right out of my chest. I began blinking my eyes a mile a minute. Trying once again to catch hold of the picture in front of me. I couldn't focus! And it was starting to scare the shit out of me.

Their cries grew louder. Echoing through the forest. Yet something strange was happening. Not only did their love making grow rougher, more intense…it seemed to become animalistic! Their cries became growls. Their whimpers snarls. I swear I heard the howling.

I still couldn't focus and my heart was only getting worse. My nails dug into the damp earth as I clenched my jaw in pain. What was this energy? This heat consuming my body? I felt my body convulsing against the pressure.

The howls only grew louder. The noise coming from these creatures was incredible. The clearing with the tall grass began to spin. I could only catch flashes of them now. A small flicker in time. Their teeth sharp like fangs bit into each others skin. Seeming to cause more pleasure then pain. The mans large hands gripped the girls waist. His once human nails turning into claws. Puncturing her as if she were a water balloon. I couldn't see the blood, but I smelt it!

The noises. The sounds. The spinning. The beating. The convulsing. The pressure it was all become to much, and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore…it all stopped. It was so much of a relief my body fell limp onto the ground. I laid on my stomach, my face buried in the tall grass. I felt the fear kick in again. I was scared to look up. Scared to see what had become of the man and woman.

But something told me I had to look. Intuition maybe?

I slowly titled my head upward and what I saw I couldn't quite wrap my head around.

A brown wolf with fur that tinted red in the sunlight starring straight at me. It's eyes like dark chocolate held my own. I didn't pull my gaze away, but yet looked closer till I could see my own reflection in its crystal clear orbs. What I saw was shocking.

I saw myself. Wild eyed with tangled hair. Naked covered in dirt. Lips bruised and damp skin.

With just a bit of blood smeared into my hips.

'SLAM!'

The door rattled behind me I was sure I woke Charlie. I didn't mean to be so loud it was just so much of a relief to be behind my safe eggshell colored walls. Kicking off my shoes I walked into the kitchen. Still trying to be quite. There was no point. I heard Charlie's bed creek from upstairs. He was up. Most likely pissed. I heard his bedroom door click open.

"Ren…is that you." I could hear the fatigue in his voice.

"Yeah. I'm sorry Charlie the wind gave an extra kick while I was closing the door. I was just out for a quick morning run. I'll try to be quieter."

I could hear his heavy footsteps tread downstairs.

"It's alright." he said while reaching the kitchen. Moving past me to fix himself a cup of coffee. "I needed to get up anyway."

I watch him open the cupboard and pull out his favorite mug. The one that says 'Daddy' on it. The one my mom got him on his birthday. He fills it with black liquid not bothering to add sugar or milk, and takes a seat at the kitchen table. He takes a sip and winces slightly.

"I'm taking it that you didn't sleep well."

Charlie knows that sometimes my dreams can really bother me. I mean it has been happening ever since I was a child.

"Yeah. I thought a run would take my mind off it." I say while moving toward the sink to wash the little pile of dishes by hand. Don't need to let the pile get any bigger since we don't have a dishwasher. That would really suck. I don't mind though. I enjoy looking out the window while doing my task.

"That bad huh?" He asks gulping down more of his bitter drink. I don't know how he does it.

"Just a little weird is all." I say finishing up the last dish. "Should probably head upstairs and take my shower." Glancing up at the clock that hung on the wall. 6:20. I've wasted plenty of time. I go over and give my grandfather a hug. I know he's not into touch all like that, but I try my best to show him how much I love him. How much I appreciate what he's done for me.

He hugs back. "Ok I might not be here when you get home. Working late tonight. Have a great day at school."

I pull back and smile and just as am about to head upstairs something from the kitchen window catches my eye. I squint my eyes and peer out the window and what I see makes me freeze cold. Goosebumps racing up my arms and neck.

"Ren you alright?" I hear Charlie ask, but I'm not paying attention. I don't answer. I'm to focused on the large wolf sniffing around our trashcans. It's fur brown with red tint as the sun dances a crossed him.

"Relax Ren it's just a wolf. He'll probably be gone by the time you head out to school, which might I add is in another thirty minutes."

Charlie gets up and places his empty mug in the sink with a large clink. And as if the wolf had heard him he lifts his head in the direction of the window. His eyes a dark chocolate brown beaming into my hazel green. Ears perked upward…

Hoping to catch my slightest of sounds.

A/N: Thank you all very much for taking the time out to read my first chapter of my first story called "THE WOLVES"

Feedback and Reviews are welcome even if it's short. I would like to know what you might want to happen next, since I'm pretty much making this story up as I go along. It will be a romance/mystery for sure though. ^.^

Also I got the idea for the title from a song call 'THE WOLVES' by Bon Iver. Check it out it's very good, I was listening to it the whole time while writing this chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own twilight or any of the characters, nor do I own Bon Ivers THE WOLVES.