Eyes of Brown.... Or is it Green?
By Didi
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters that are recognizable and I certainly don't own the show. Don't sue me cause all you're going to get is lent, and not much of that either.
Summery: Life is hard enough as a teen without in the problems of being wolf.
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Chapter 2 - The Other
I sometimes feel that I'm being too paranoid. Not like aliens are out there and waiting to invade earth or anything to that extent, just that I always feel like I'm being watched. And being in this town, that's not far from the truth.
Dad says that they're watching me, testing me.... And though I hate to admit it, he's right. They are watching me, testing me in ways that I'm probably never going to understand. They are "The Other." More then human, less than humane. Sometimes, just seeing them I feel my skin crawl, not with disgust or repulsion, with fear.
And here I am, waiting to see if I'm like them, or not part of them. The wait more than anything is going to...
I could feel the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end. Someone was watching me.... no, more like drilling holes in the back of my head. I don't even have to turn around to know whom.
"Sophia!"
I seriously hope I didn't literally jump. "Dave, you scared me."
"Sorry," David Anderson was in my class, not like others. He was one hundred percent human, and knows it. "I didn't mean to startle you. You look like you were a million miles away there for a moment."
"More like thirty feet," I muttered just under my breath. "What's up? You need something?"
"Actually yeah," he grinned, that sweet boyish grin that only one that hasn't seen darkness could give. Purely human. "First of all, I fell asleep in world history again. Can I borrow your notes?"
I roll my eyes. "You always fall asleep in here."
He shrugs his blade thin shoulders. He lacked the muscles that came with running in the night. "I can't help it. I'm a growing boy that needs his sleep."
"You'd get a lot more sleep if you weren't up half the night playing video games," I replied as I dug thought my backpack for the purple notebook that contained my history notes. "Normal people are actually in bed by ten or eleven."
"Yeah but I'm practicing for college."
"At the rate you're going, you'll never make it to college." I handed him the notebook. Dave was a nice guy, always kind to me, unlike one or two people I can name. "Okay, you said first of all. What's the next thing?"
"Homecoming."
He just be not making all the connections cause I certainly wasn't. "What about it?"
"Got a date for the dance?" He asked with his sweet puppy dog eyes.
"Excuse me?" I wasn't quite sure if I was hearing correctly.
"Date, dance, you and me?" He asked again, giving me his what I can only guess as excited, hopeful smile. "Come on..."
"Homecoming, huh?" I really thought about it. It would be nice to go out for a bit at nigh without my overly protective father warning me about every little thing. Dave was nice, and he was human. Dad would approve.... What the hell am I saying?!?
"Yeah, I'll behave. Really I would."
I had to laugh. He was giving me such an innocent look that I could only guess what he thought I was thinking. "I'm sure that's going to go well with your bad boy rep."
"Me? Bad boy? Hey, it's not like I'm Luck Cates." Dave rolled his eyes and glanced over at Luke's crowd over my shoulder. I didn't turn. "Come on, Sophia. Say you'll be my date. I'll even bring you flowers."
"From my own garden, I'll bet."
He laughed and I knew that we were drawing too much attention now. All the hair on the back of my neck was standing up. "No one is quite like you, Sophia. I just want you to know that."
"I think I'll take that as a compliment."
"It was meant as such." He smiled and took my hand and pressed it to his heart. "Come with?"
I couldn't say no, I just couldn't. "Okay."
"Great," he grinned and glanced over at the schoolyard. "I'll pick thee up at seven on Friday, my lady. Until then... adieu." And he kissed my hand.
I laughed as he watched him walk away. Then turned toward home. Unfortunately, I saw Luke first.
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She was talking to someone, someone I didn't know. He must be complete human. They laugh together like old friends as she hands him something, a notebook. I almost sigh with relief. I wish I could get close enough to hear their conversation, to hear her voice. Or at least to smell her scent, and maybe his. I still can't get the scent out of my head. It was not hers, it was a guy's... someone that was purely male. If I find that he's touched her, in more than that light since, I'd...
"Yo, Luke. What are you doing?" Brittany hissed suddenly, snapping me out of my murderous thoughts. "You trying to get us all in trouble or what?"
I blinked, realizing that I was on the verge of a change. "Damn it," I wanted to hit something. Unlike some people, I have always had good control over my shifts, a small gift from my late mother. I hardly ever lost control of myself as I seem to do whenever "she" is around.
"What is the matter with you?" Brit asked as she touched her hand to my arm.
"Nothing." I sighed and sat down on the low flowerbed wall. "Who's playing on the team this year?"
Sean grinned. "Richard and Frank is on for defense and Chris is runner."
"Someone talk to Chris, make sure he doesn't go on four legs for the game." I warned. Some of the jocks tend to lose themselves in the game when they are not careful. The school was my territory, my domain. "And tell Richard and Frank not to break anymore bones the way they did on the last game."
"They were just excited," Brit commented as she ran her hand through my hair. I pulled away, it was an annoying habit she's picked up.
"Tell them to get unexcited or they're off the team."
"I'll tell them." George offered. "But I don't know if... Well, well...."
I swear to god I thought I was literally seeing red. He kissed her hand, like they were some kind of romantic lovers from one of those medieval movies we use to watch in history class.
"Looks like the little princess just found her prince." Brittany sneered. "Not a very well fit one at that."
"What the hell..." Sean frowned but did nothing, which was good. If anyone was going to rip that guy to shreds, it was definitely going to be me. "Well, I guess I'm out of the running."
"Maybe not," Brit said, trying to comb her hand through my hair again as I pulled away. "We can pay Prince Charming a little visit, maybe we can change his mind about going after Little Miss Muffet."
"Don't," I snapped with more force than necessary. "No one goes near him, you understand?"
"Yeah," Sean frowned, obviously concerned with my behavior. Well tough, I don't have to explain myself to anyone. "Here comes Sophia."
I turned just in time to get pinned by those eyes of hers, dark chocolate with the brightness of the stars. She walked with the kind of cautious stride that a prey would when sensing a pack of hungry wolves. I hated that I scare her like that sometimes. I know that she doesn't always fear me, even understood me in some ways, but she was afraid sometimes. Of me, of what I am.
"Hello Sophia," Brittany greeted her with her usual slight smug grin. "Who's your new boy toy?"
All the anger jumped into her eyes in a blink of an eye. It really was wonderful to see her all spit and fire, gave her the kind of vitality I would usually only see in the eyes of my kind. Not that I'm saying that she isn't my kind, cause her father was certainly one, but just that... I'm confusing myself now.
"Brittany, I'm only to say this once so listen closely." Sophia leaned in just a little, keep her binder between them like a shield, or a restraint. "Stay away from him."
I thought perhaps for a moment there, I was going to have to pull Brittany back. No matter what, I wasn't going to let her hurt Sophia. But she got herself under control with great visible effort. "What's the matter? Afraid that I'm going to hurt him?"
Sophia smiled; it was a rather interesting twist of her lips, as if she thought Brittany didn't have two watts of brainpower to rub together. "No, afraid I'm going to hurt you."
Brittany looked as if she's just been slapped. I almost wanted to laugh, catfights really are more fun than guys slugging at one another. But Brit was never one to take a threat lying down. "Really? And what are you going to do? Bore me to death?"
It didn't even faze Sophia. "I'll tell Mr. Cates about Jeffrey."
Now this was new. I could see all the color draining from Brittany's pretty face. It scared her, scared her bad. Sophia definitely hit a nerve on that one. Now who was Jeffrey? Unfortunately for me, and everyone else wondering the same thing, Sophia decided to end the conversation and simply walked away. But not believe I caught her scent, tinged with "his."
"Sophia." I called out, hoping that she stopped. She did. "What did your friend?"
For a moment, I thought something wary in her eyes and decided that she wasn't going to answer me. But then... "A date."
I wish she hadn't answer me.
By Didi
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters that are recognizable and I certainly don't own the show. Don't sue me cause all you're going to get is lent, and not much of that either.
Summery: Life is hard enough as a teen without in the problems of being wolf.
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Chapter 2 - The Other
I sometimes feel that I'm being too paranoid. Not like aliens are out there and waiting to invade earth or anything to that extent, just that I always feel like I'm being watched. And being in this town, that's not far from the truth.
Dad says that they're watching me, testing me.... And though I hate to admit it, he's right. They are watching me, testing me in ways that I'm probably never going to understand. They are "The Other." More then human, less than humane. Sometimes, just seeing them I feel my skin crawl, not with disgust or repulsion, with fear.
And here I am, waiting to see if I'm like them, or not part of them. The wait more than anything is going to...
I could feel the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end. Someone was watching me.... no, more like drilling holes in the back of my head. I don't even have to turn around to know whom.
"Sophia!"
I seriously hope I didn't literally jump. "Dave, you scared me."
"Sorry," David Anderson was in my class, not like others. He was one hundred percent human, and knows it. "I didn't mean to startle you. You look like you were a million miles away there for a moment."
"More like thirty feet," I muttered just under my breath. "What's up? You need something?"
"Actually yeah," he grinned, that sweet boyish grin that only one that hasn't seen darkness could give. Purely human. "First of all, I fell asleep in world history again. Can I borrow your notes?"
I roll my eyes. "You always fall asleep in here."
He shrugs his blade thin shoulders. He lacked the muscles that came with running in the night. "I can't help it. I'm a growing boy that needs his sleep."
"You'd get a lot more sleep if you weren't up half the night playing video games," I replied as I dug thought my backpack for the purple notebook that contained my history notes. "Normal people are actually in bed by ten or eleven."
"Yeah but I'm practicing for college."
"At the rate you're going, you'll never make it to college." I handed him the notebook. Dave was a nice guy, always kind to me, unlike one or two people I can name. "Okay, you said first of all. What's the next thing?"
"Homecoming."
He just be not making all the connections cause I certainly wasn't. "What about it?"
"Got a date for the dance?" He asked with his sweet puppy dog eyes.
"Excuse me?" I wasn't quite sure if I was hearing correctly.
"Date, dance, you and me?" He asked again, giving me his what I can only guess as excited, hopeful smile. "Come on..."
"Homecoming, huh?" I really thought about it. It would be nice to go out for a bit at nigh without my overly protective father warning me about every little thing. Dave was nice, and he was human. Dad would approve.... What the hell am I saying?!?
"Yeah, I'll behave. Really I would."
I had to laugh. He was giving me such an innocent look that I could only guess what he thought I was thinking. "I'm sure that's going to go well with your bad boy rep."
"Me? Bad boy? Hey, it's not like I'm Luck Cates." Dave rolled his eyes and glanced over at Luke's crowd over my shoulder. I didn't turn. "Come on, Sophia. Say you'll be my date. I'll even bring you flowers."
"From my own garden, I'll bet."
He laughed and I knew that we were drawing too much attention now. All the hair on the back of my neck was standing up. "No one is quite like you, Sophia. I just want you to know that."
"I think I'll take that as a compliment."
"It was meant as such." He smiled and took my hand and pressed it to his heart. "Come with?"
I couldn't say no, I just couldn't. "Okay."
"Great," he grinned and glanced over at the schoolyard. "I'll pick thee up at seven on Friday, my lady. Until then... adieu." And he kissed my hand.
I laughed as he watched him walk away. Then turned toward home. Unfortunately, I saw Luke first.
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She was talking to someone, someone I didn't know. He must be complete human. They laugh together like old friends as she hands him something, a notebook. I almost sigh with relief. I wish I could get close enough to hear their conversation, to hear her voice. Or at least to smell her scent, and maybe his. I still can't get the scent out of my head. It was not hers, it was a guy's... someone that was purely male. If I find that he's touched her, in more than that light since, I'd...
"Yo, Luke. What are you doing?" Brittany hissed suddenly, snapping me out of my murderous thoughts. "You trying to get us all in trouble or what?"
I blinked, realizing that I was on the verge of a change. "Damn it," I wanted to hit something. Unlike some people, I have always had good control over my shifts, a small gift from my late mother. I hardly ever lost control of myself as I seem to do whenever "she" is around.
"What is the matter with you?" Brit asked as she touched her hand to my arm.
"Nothing." I sighed and sat down on the low flowerbed wall. "Who's playing on the team this year?"
Sean grinned. "Richard and Frank is on for defense and Chris is runner."
"Someone talk to Chris, make sure he doesn't go on four legs for the game." I warned. Some of the jocks tend to lose themselves in the game when they are not careful. The school was my territory, my domain. "And tell Richard and Frank not to break anymore bones the way they did on the last game."
"They were just excited," Brit commented as she ran her hand through my hair. I pulled away, it was an annoying habit she's picked up.
"Tell them to get unexcited or they're off the team."
"I'll tell them." George offered. "But I don't know if... Well, well...."
I swear to god I thought I was literally seeing red. He kissed her hand, like they were some kind of romantic lovers from one of those medieval movies we use to watch in history class.
"Looks like the little princess just found her prince." Brittany sneered. "Not a very well fit one at that."
"What the hell..." Sean frowned but did nothing, which was good. If anyone was going to rip that guy to shreds, it was definitely going to be me. "Well, I guess I'm out of the running."
"Maybe not," Brit said, trying to comb her hand through my hair again as I pulled away. "We can pay Prince Charming a little visit, maybe we can change his mind about going after Little Miss Muffet."
"Don't," I snapped with more force than necessary. "No one goes near him, you understand?"
"Yeah," Sean frowned, obviously concerned with my behavior. Well tough, I don't have to explain myself to anyone. "Here comes Sophia."
I turned just in time to get pinned by those eyes of hers, dark chocolate with the brightness of the stars. She walked with the kind of cautious stride that a prey would when sensing a pack of hungry wolves. I hated that I scare her like that sometimes. I know that she doesn't always fear me, even understood me in some ways, but she was afraid sometimes. Of me, of what I am.
"Hello Sophia," Brittany greeted her with her usual slight smug grin. "Who's your new boy toy?"
All the anger jumped into her eyes in a blink of an eye. It really was wonderful to see her all spit and fire, gave her the kind of vitality I would usually only see in the eyes of my kind. Not that I'm saying that she isn't my kind, cause her father was certainly one, but just that... I'm confusing myself now.
"Brittany, I'm only to say this once so listen closely." Sophia leaned in just a little, keep her binder between them like a shield, or a restraint. "Stay away from him."
I thought perhaps for a moment there, I was going to have to pull Brittany back. No matter what, I wasn't going to let her hurt Sophia. But she got herself under control with great visible effort. "What's the matter? Afraid that I'm going to hurt him?"
Sophia smiled; it was a rather interesting twist of her lips, as if she thought Brittany didn't have two watts of brainpower to rub together. "No, afraid I'm going to hurt you."
Brittany looked as if she's just been slapped. I almost wanted to laugh, catfights really are more fun than guys slugging at one another. But Brit was never one to take a threat lying down. "Really? And what are you going to do? Bore me to death?"
It didn't even faze Sophia. "I'll tell Mr. Cates about Jeffrey."
Now this was new. I could see all the color draining from Brittany's pretty face. It scared her, scared her bad. Sophia definitely hit a nerve on that one. Now who was Jeffrey? Unfortunately for me, and everyone else wondering the same thing, Sophia decided to end the conversation and simply walked away. But not believe I caught her scent, tinged with "his."
"Sophia." I called out, hoping that she stopped. She did. "What did your friend?"
For a moment, I thought something wary in her eyes and decided that she wasn't going to answer me. But then... "A date."
I wish she hadn't answer me.
