Yeah, second chapter! And thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter, it meant a lot to me to see that you all liked it. And if you're still reading this, but don't like it….well I'm afraid that I don't have anything for you….sorry.
When Amy woke the next morning she sighed, looking out her window with disdainful eyes. She did not want to go to school. She had been having a wonderful dream. Strange albeit, but wonderful nonetheless.
She had been wandering through the woods, like yesterday, but, she was doing it in a more playful manner, looking behind her every so often, and changing direction a lot. Once or twice she caught sight of a dark figure standing behind her and she would scream playfully and start jogging alittle bit. Before she woke up she saw the shape run towards her and knock her down onto the forest floor.
Looking up she couldn't see its face, but what she heard was a deep growl that rumbled through its chest. She smiled though, knowing that whatever it was wouldn't harm her. It leaned down towards her, and she heard it say low and soft, almost like another growl,
"Mine and only mine." It was a possessive statement, nothing to argue over, only something to accept. She smiled and nodded, opening her lips slightly to accept it willingly, when her alarm clock started blaring, waking her from probably the most amazing dream she had ever had.
She groaned and rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. In her bathroom she brushed out her long, light brown hair and clipped it up and out of her face.
From her closet she chose a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and an old concert t- shirt with her favorite band, Paramore, on it. As she tied her converse she heard a light knock and Rose came in saying,
"Hurry up Amy. We don't want you to be late." She nodded and went back into her bathroom, brushing her hair once more before braiding it as she walked down the stairs. She grabbed an apple off the table and yelled,
"I'm going to school! I'll see you guys later!" Going out to her car she started it and drove off, pulling into the school parking lot about 15 minutes later. Walking into her English class she sighed, taking a syllabus and sitting down in her seat next to a kid names Stiles.
Amy wasn't one to eavesdrop, but when people were talking quite loudly within her hearing range she felt compelled to listen to them. She kept one ear on the teacher, who was rambling about his stupid English course and the other she listened to Stiles and Scott talking about something,
"—dude, I'm telling you it was a wolf." Stiles sighed and whispered back,
"It couldn't have been a wolf Scott. Wolves haven't been in California for at least 60 years. Are you sure you even got bitten by something?" Scott made an annoyed noise and said,
"Of course I'm sure! I showed you the bandage, didn't I?" Stiles was about to say something back when the door opened and the principle walked in with a girl.
She looked new, even newer then Amy and she went to sit behind Scott, who immediately turned to give her a pen that had been resting on his desk. She had dark hair that fell in corkscrew curls to almost her waist, and was really pretty.
When the bell rang Amy went to her math class and saw Scott sitting with Stiles and they were talking again, not even pretending to pay attention to the teacher. The day passed slowly for Amy, who just wanted to work and go home. After her last class, anatomy she went to her locker and was pulling a binder out when a girl, Lydia was her name, came over with Allison.
Leaning next to her Lydia said,
"Amy, that's you name, right? Do you wanna walk to the lacrosse practice with me and Allison this week after school?" Amy was pulling out a notebook as she said,
"I'd like to, but I can't. I have to go to work every day after school, sorry." Lydia shook her head and twirled a perfectly curled strand of hair around her finger and said,
"Well that's fine, but there's this awesome party that my boyfriend Jackson's throwing on Friday, and I'd love it if you could come." Amy shut her locker and locked it saying,
"Well I don't know if my brother will let me, cause he's freaky protective of me, but I will definitely try to be there. Thanks for the invite." Lydia smiled and flounced away, Allison following her.
Amy rolled her eyes and walked out to her car. It only took her ten minutes to drive to the hardware store where she worked, and then another ten minutes to change into her uniform under a blanket in the back seat of her car.
She walked in and went into the back where she saw her boss, Ben, talking with Sarah, another girl who worked there. She put her stuff into her locker and heard Ben say,
"Amy, you're on shelf duty tonight. I think we're low on dog food, so if you could bring some out that'd be awesome." She nodded and got to it, hauling the heavy bags out on a cart and stacking them in their appropriate spots. After two hours of that her back and shoulders were sore, and she clocked out, driving home.
When she got there Jason's car wasn't in the driveway, so she assumed he was on a call. Going into the house she saw Rose preparing a pate with chicken and vegetables on it. She smiled and took it, sitting at the table and eating it quickly. As she did Rose sat and said,
"Amy, I need a favor from you. Saturday I want to take Jason out for the day. It's just been awhile since we've had a day to ourselves, and I know we told you that you wouldn't need to babysit for us, but-"Amy stopped her by saying,
"Rose, it's cool. I'm free on Saturday. I don't mind watching Emilie, promise. It's been awhile since I've been able to spend time with her. And, I kinda have something I need to ask you in return." Rose raised an eyebrow but motioned for her to speak. Smiling Amy said,
"Well, there's this party on Friday night, and after what happened yesterday I know for a fact that Jason would throw a bona-fide shit fit if I asked him to go anywhere other than school and work. Please Rose! Please, please, please, please, please, please! I'll do whatever you want! I'll watch Emilie more often if that's it! Please let me go to this party! There will probably be a lot of really hot guys there, and I like hot guys." Rose started laughing and gathered her pale blonde hair into a knot saying,
"Amy, you can go to the party. And you didn't need to offer to babysit, but since you did I'll take you up on it more often now. A few rules though; no drinking, no drugs, no sex, please. Also, I'll drop you off and keep your phone on and with you at all times. Okay?" Amy smiled widely and hugged Rose saying,
"Thank you so much Rose! God, my brother is so lucky to have you! Also, do you think I could borrow those purple heels you have? I have the perfect outfit planned out!" Rose smiled and nodded and they passed about an hour talking about her outfit for the party.
Amy had always liked Rose, even when she and Jason were only dating. She was small, about Amy's size, with pale blond hair and dark blue eyes. She was soft-spoken and sweet, with no real bad side ever showing itself. She worked as a librarian at the town library on week days. At that moment Emilie came downstairs from her room, where she had been napping.
Emilie was a seven year old, and a very mature one at that. She had inherited Jason's light brown hair, but Rose's dark blue eyes and delicate bone structure. She was a very delightful child, and Amy never complained when she was needed to babysit. Amy smiled and said,
"Well, I'm upstairs, doing homework and stuff. I'll probably go to bed soon, so I'll see you guys tomorrow, okay?" Rose nodded and pulled Emilie into her lap, cutting her food for her. Amy sighed and put her plate into the sink, walking upstairs and pulling out her English book for reading.
They were reading Les Miserables, and Amy hated it totally and completely. She had seen the musical in New York when she lived there, and loved it, but the book was terrible so far. She'd read the first three chapters when she looked at the clock and decided that she'd done enough for the night.
She threw her school stuff back into her back pack and put it on her desk. Sighing she pulled her clothes off and tossed them into a heap at the foot of her bed, walking into her bathroom and switching the shower on. She shook the braid out of her hair and stepped under the spray of water, getting her hair wet enough that she could start shampooing it.
She smiled as she smelled her shampoo and conditioner. It was raspberry scented, and it mingled well with the soap she used, honey. Humming lightly she pulled her razor off the shelf and shaved under her arms and her legs. She sighed and shut the hot water off, toweling herself dry and walking into her room.
She pulled on a tank top and a pair of boxers she bought at a Wal-Mart and crawled up into bed, pulling her covers around her. Sleep took her to a dreamland, where she saw the dark figure again, but this time she recognized it; him.
It was the man who had helped her the other day. It was Derek; Derek Hale. He had ice blue eyes, instead of his normal gray ones, and his teeth seemed to be distended, almost like, fangs? She backed away from him, fell over something, and stared up at him.
His eyes seemed cold, but his face was gentle and warm as he reached a hand down to her. She hesitated and reached up, taking it, and felt a burning sensation in her wrist as his nails dug into her. When she was standing she pulled away and saw the five marks on her wrist where he had marked her.
Then, before her eyes they faded to dull pink scars, and a hand took hers. This time it was normal, human, and she saw that he was human again. Derek smiled and leaned towards her whispering,
"Mine, and only mine." She awoke with a start, and looked at her alarm clock. Seeing that it was still the middle of the night she rolled over and shut her eyes, trying to fall back asleep.
So, thanks for all the reviews and favorites from the first chapter, they really meant a lot to me! Uh, for the next chapter, I wanna do something in Derek's POV, cause I think that'd be interesting…and I wanna do it, so I am.
Also, who else was totally happy when they found out Derek wasn't dead? This girl definitely was relieved! Umm. Review, please? It's the only way I get A) inspiration and B) a feel for whether or not anyone really likes my writing. So please, review for me :]