A/N: Hello dears! Chapter 2 is here for you.
Could you please review my darling readers? I would truly love to hear your thoughts.
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Chapter 2 – Saving Her
Adam stayed concealed in the shadows just outside the bar, waiting for Lumiere to emerge with his target. He ran a hand through his short copper hair to control the anger coursing through him. Months ago, Gaston had brutally killed most of his pack, leaving only him and Lumiere. The motivations for the attack were still a mystery…which is why Adam prayed that his servant remembered that the murderer was still needed alive.
As if on cue, Lumiere emerged from the bar, dragging Gaston out with him. Adam stormed over, and delivered a hard punch to his jaw, adding to his injuries and knocking him against the wall. "Start talking."
Gaston grinned despite the pain, "I see you still remember me from when I slaughtered your whole pack."
Adam glowered at him, "Answer my questions."
Gaston chuckled, appearing amused by the situation. "Do you really think I'd answer?" This earned him another punch to his face, but he maintained a self-assured smile. "You can hit me as much as you want, Alpha, but you'll never get answers from me."
A feminine scream ripped through the night, followed by a loud crash.
Adam whirled around, and spotted smoke rising from a large ditch on the other side of the road. "Lumiere," he commanded, "Don't let Gaston out of your sight." He walked across the seemingly empty road, reaching the ditch. Clearing the smoke from his face he looked down and frowned.
A destroyed car lay at the bottom of the ditch.
Its front had been pressed inwards, the dashboard and steering wheel pressing painfully into the figure inside. The windscreen had exploded along with the windows, covering the inside of the car with deadly glass shards, twinkling like stars as the moonlight hit them.
Adam growled. Cars had always been death machines in his eyes. This just proved it. He was about to turn away, when he heard the sound of a crumpled car door creaking open. Curious he looked back, just in time to see someone emerging from the wreck.
Astonished, he moved closer. The figure – a young woman – was barely alive as she crawled out of the car. The woman's long hair was clumped in places by her own blood and dirt. There were several large gashes across her body, a particularly large one running diagonally across her face. A piece of glass was embedded in her neck, blood pouring from the wound. Adam wondered for a moment how the clearly human woman had managed to survive.
She tried to stand but her legs shook, giving way beneath her. She had barely taken a step before she fell to the ground again, coughing up blood. Adam approached her slowly, overcome by a sudden and fierce need to take the pain away. Obviously hearing his footsteps, the woman tried to lift her head. Adam shook his head, "No," he said softly, "Don't move. You'll hurt yourself more."
He knelt in front of the woman, gently cupping her bloody face in his hands. There was no chance she would survive this. Looking into her tear-stained brown eyes, Adam found himself whispering. "You will not die tonight. I will save you."
He carefully brought her closer, resting his head into the crook of her neck. He had made his choice. There was no doubt about it. He would turn this dying human. With that thought planted firmly in his head, he closed his eyes and bit down hard on the soft skin between her neck and her shoulder, fangs piercing the flesh.
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The first things she heard were voices. Unfamiliar, both men.
"Master, why did you turn her?"
"I had to. She would have died."
Wait. She did know one of them. The second voice. It was the same as the last man she remembered seeing. As her senses slowly began returning, she began to notice other things. Whatever she was lying on was soft, not like the hard ground she last recalled. Her eyes opened slowly, and she found herself staring at a cream-coloured ceiling.
"You're awake," rumbled a deep voice.
Belle let out a shriek, turning in alarm. A man sat beside her in a chair, his skin a shade darker than fair and his blue eyes studying her. His white shirt was tight against his chest, showing his strong, athletic body. He had a small beard running along his jaw, the same copper colour as his hair.
Belle shifted on the bed. She couldn't help the feeling of fear quickly consuming her. "Who are you? What happened to me?"
His brows furrowed, "Don't you remember?"
She shook her head, "No."
"I found you about to die after a car crash…"
"I r-remember the crash," she said slowly, "But…but how am I alive?"
Adam took a deep breath, "Because I saved you."
"How?"
"I made you like me. I…I turned you into a werewolf."
Belle was silent for several moments, a look of anger forming on her face. "Is this some kind of sick joke? What the hell is wrong with you?" She clenched her fists. He's mad. I woke up with a madman.
Adam clenched his jaw to stop himself from snapping at the woman. Instead he stood calmly, "Let me show you." He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, and seconds later he felt himself shift into his wolf form. Opening his eyes, Adam looked at the woman on the bed.
Belle stared in silence. The man had just turned into a wolf…bigger than any she had ever seen! "I have to be seeing things," she muttered, "Some effect of the crash." There was no way that werewolves were real. It…It just wasn't possible!
Sensing that she was still unconvinced, Adam walked towards her and placed his head on the bed. He looked up at her with his blue eyes. It's real, and you should be thanking me. You would have died in that crash if I hadn't have turned you.
Belle's eyes widened in shock. "I…I just heard your voice…in my head."
Adam's eyes sparkled with happiness. Do you get it now?
The young woman swallowed, "Umm…I think so. I don't know. Just…could you…explain a few things?" She sighed. Can't believe I'm actually talking to a werewolf. I must be losing my mind.
Adam's voice echoed inside her head. Far from it. You've just become a werewolf yourself.
Belle groaned, her irritation growing. "Okay, could you please stop that?"
He blinked. Does it annoy you?
"A little."
Adam panted, almost looking like he was trying to smile. Then no.
Belle pressed a hand to her head. "So…let me get this right. You found me when I was going to die from my car crash, and you turned me into a werewolf, and now we can talk with thoughts?"
His voice echoed through her head again. Yes. But we can only talk like this when I'm in this form.
Belle swallowed, "Th-Thank you. For saving my life. I'm grateful for that."
Adam wagged his tail like a dog that had been thrown a ball. You're welcome. What's your name?
"Belle."
The werewolf stared up at her. Mine is Adam.
"Adam," she repeated, "It sounds royal."
He straightened, the pride clear on his face. That's because I am Alpha.
Belle looked around, giving a confused expression. "Oh. Well, where's your pack?"
Adam's ears flattened against his head. They were killed. You are the first member of my new pack.
Unsure of what else to say, Belle smiled. "Well I feel honoured."
The werewolf nuzzled her hand gently. Would you like to be shown around my home? It will give you a chance to think things through.
Belle nodded. "I really do need to think about this. But who's going to show me around?"
Another voice came from nearby, "I will." The young woman turned to see a man with long blonde hair and brown eyes. The man grinned, sensing her hostility, "I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Lumiere."
She stood without saying a word, following the tall man out of the room. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
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A/N: I know that some of you may say that Belle was accepting of werewolves way too quickly, but that's how I imagine her reacting.
So as I said, please review. I'd love to hear what you have to say!
Not sure when I'll update next. Just keep an eye out.
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~Babetteisawesome
