Summary: A set of Romanian twins, have been called in. To help discover some truth, to what has been happening in Wolf Lake. Putting everyone on edge.
Warning: My spelling mistakes and horrid grammar.
Rating: T- for violence and Language.
Chapter One: Friend or foe?
"The Enemy of my Enemy, is my friend?
Or my Enemy."
Matt Donner, was currently working in his office. He couldn't exactly, be with Sophia now. It would just alert Kanin. So all he could do now, was wait. Even if that seemed harder, than seeing Sophia. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't concentrate on his work right now. Maybe, a walk would clear his head some.
"I'm going to get some air, Molly," he said lightly. Molly just nodded, knowing what had the sheriff frustrated. Hell, the whole pack knew. They were waiting to see, if the little half-breed made it. And if she did, what part would she play.
As Matt, nearly crashing into someone, on his way out the door. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you," Matt exclaimed. "'Tis alright," the stranger said with a laugh, "Neither did I."
Matt looked up, at the stranger. It was a young woman, probley in her early twenties. She had long, raven black hair, that cascaded down to the middle of her back. Her eyes where a dark, vivid green. The stranger must have been, about 5'5, rather short. She wore a pair of tight fitting jeans. Along with a forest green, hoodie. Which seemed to be 2 sizes, to big. But all in all, she was simply breath taking.
"Hi, my names Matt Donner. I'm Wolf Lake's Sheriff. And who might you be?" Matt asked. "I'm Demi Smith," she said, with a smile, "And this is my Brother, Van. We happen to be new in town."
That was when, Matt noticed the guy behind her. He must have stood, 5'10, not very tall, but not as short, as his sister. He had very light blond hair, that hung shaggy around his head, shielding his eyes. Which where a striking, deep blue. He wore, baggy low slung jeans. Along with a navy blue, hoodie. That seemed to be, at least a size to big for him.
"Welcome to Wolf Lake, then. Is there anything, anything at all, I can help you with?" Matt said with a smile. For some reason, beyond his knowledge, Matt felt drawn to her. Demi tapped her chin, gently, and looked to the side of Matt's head. "Actually, we were looking for an, old family friend. His names Sherman Blackstone," she said with a grin, looking him in the eye again, "You wouldn't know him, would you?" Mischief, seemed to dance in her eyes, at that question.
Matt grinned back at Demi, "As a matter of fact, I would." "Hey man, thats great. Could you call him, and tell him to meet us down, at the dinner?" another voice cut in. Matt looked up at, the other guy. He had completely forgot about him. "Ah, my bad. I didn't even think about that," he said with a laugh. "Its cool, man," Van said, with a knowing smirk, eyes shining with mirth.
"Thank you. You have been very helpful, Sheriff Donner," Demi said, with a bright smile. "Your very welcome," Matt said, focusing on Demi again, "oh, and you can call me Matt. That is, if you want to, Ms. Smith." Demi laughed lightly, "Ok, but only if you call me Demi. Ms. Makes me feel incredibly old." "Demi, it is, then."
"We'll be seeing you later," Van said, wanting to get his sister away from Donner. Taking hold of his sister's arm, and gently, steered her away from the sheriff. Demi, smiled brightly at the sheriff, before entwining, her arm with her brother's.
As the siblings, walked away together, towards the dinner. He kept, the silly grin, on his face. There was something special, about that girl. The way she drew, his attention. Shaking, his head, Matt walked back into the department, to call Sherman.
At the Dinner
Demi and Van, walked casually into the dinner. Slumping, into a booth, both siblings silently assessed the place. With eyes, that had seen more, than they ever should have.
Van, looked at Demi with a grin, "So, what do you think, sis?" Demi tilted her head, slightly the the side, "If Donner was really, suppose to be the alpha. Their pack's in a bad condition." "Bad condition? Come on, sis, say the truth. They fuckin' suck!" Van said, with a smirk. At his comment, Demi had to laugh. Her brother, could always make her laugh. Even, if he was being crewed(sp?) and disturbing.
"Can I take your order?" asked a timid voice. The twin's looked up, at the sound. "Sure, 2 beers and an order of large fries," Van answered, grinning charmingly, "right sis?" Demi just nodded, with a smile. The siblings, liked to see each other work. It was a sort of game, to them. Who could charm more people? Since, they traveled constantly, working for the elders. It kept life interesting. The girl, taking their order, smiled shyly, quickly scurrying(sp?) away.
Thats when Demi, burst out laughing. "That was just to cute," she said, with mirth shining in her eyes. "Whatever," Van sighed, before he to chuckled. They both lapsed into a comfortable silence. Until, the waitress came back, with their beers and fries.
Popping open, Dem's beer, for her. Van looked around the dinner, once again. There were a couple of teens, but other than that. The place seemed pretty dead. Turning back to his twin, "this towns, pretty damn sad. Don't ya say, Dem?" "Well what do you expect?" she said, taking a drink, after nodding her thanks, "there is a pretty big pack, here. Their not going to go wild, V. Other wise, we would have met them before," she said, in a joking manner. But both, knew the that.
Van took a gulp, from his beer. "Don't think about it V. We may not have to do anything, that ferocious(sp?)," Demi said softly, to her brother. Taking out a pack of cigarettes, from her hoodie, she took one out. She lit it, taking a drag, "you can do this, brother. I have faith in you," she said, her words laced with smoke. Nodding, "I know, just as I have in you, sister," he said, with a soft voice.
"Didn't take you two long," said a very familiar voice. "Of course, not. We ran, all the way," Van said with a humorless voice. Sherman sat down, across from them. With a stunned look on his face, "Ran?" "Well, someone just had to get here, as fast as she could," Van replied. "Well sorryyyy, he made it out, as if, someone was trying to kill him," Demi said, taking another drag. At that, Sherman boomed with laughter. "you two are, exactly the same," he said, with amusement, "Have you been caught, by the pack yet?" "They have a snow balls chance in hell, of finding us," Demi stated. "yeah, like they could find us," Van said, "after all, we are Wolves among, sheep," he said with a smirk. Again, Sherman laughed, "I stand corrected."
Which only cause Demi and Van, to both humpf(sp?). Only causing Sherman, to chuckle more"So, whats your plan?" he asked. "Since, we'll be spending the time here, at your house. We want you to tell us, what exactly has been happing. Then call a pack meeting, we just wanna put the names to face's," Van stated, with some laughter, "you understand?" Sherman nodded, "yeah, i get it," he watched the two twins, studying them, "what do you to have planned, really?"
Demi looked Sherman in the eyes, "Don't worry Sher, nothing to bad. Just our jobs. Right brother." "Of course, sister. Nothing else," came the response, from Van.
the last part of the conversation, said was deadly calm. It unnerved Sherman. The two in front of him, had been through hell and back. It had left them, cold blooded, murders. That was why, the elders had trained them to be investigators. They where perfect, for any job. But Sherman, knew they had a softer side, so to speak. Really their were, just two lost and abandon souls, crying for this hell to be over with. Maybe, this trip would help them. In more ways then one. Sherman could only pray, that it did. It pained him to see, these two in pain, the same two he considered his own, at times.
But everything aside, Sherman smiled. Things were going to spice up, around these parts. That was for sure.