Thank you, enigma.

Biting the Silver Bullet

By wolfgal97

Chapter Three

Doberman from Hell

Everything was white. I mean, everything was so white that I couldn't open my eyes wider than a squint. When it hurt too much to look around, I just closed my eyes to the easy dark and listened. There was a beeping sound next to me. I could tell I was lying down and that something was on my face. It entered my nose, making me feel uncomfortable.

I could also feel something in my arm. It wasn't hurting, but it was uncomfortable. It was foreign to my body, as if it didn't belong there. It was long and hard, just slid into my arm. Curiosity got the better of me, and I painfully opened my eyes to see what it was.

I blinked a few times to force myself to see. When I glanced to my arm, I almost vomited at the sight. A long needle was shoved into the flesh at the crook of my arm. Needles. Ugh, I hate needles! I looked away, trying to ignore it.

Now that I could actually see again, I noticed I was in a white, well lit room. A room that happened to be in one of my least favorite places; the hospital. Ever since I was young I had hated hospitals, though I used to be frequently in them.

It was always for a new, creative reason. Falling down the stairs in the ranch house, jumping off the trampoline that we didn't own, and even rolling off my bed in my sleep were just a few. Yeah, he only started to lay off when he couldn't come up with any more stories of why Alexander Snow's daughter was in the hospital so much. Though I'm the first to admit I have no balance, I had never done any of those things.

The room had a little chair for someone to sit in if anyone bothered show up. I knew right now that it wasn't needed in my case. Alex wasn't coming, and those creeps took me in the first place was because I wasn't going missed. Their goal the whole time was to kill me.

And they had, hadn't they? If they did, why was I here in the hospital? I recalled something that one guy said. Something about saving me if I became a... I sat up in bed.

"No way!" I ran my fingers fry non-needle around my neck, feeling for crescent that had burned. I felt something that was shaped like a smile around my jugular, and I let go as quick as possible. Had that guy bit me?

I checked my torso for the bullet holes that had been there. Though I had sores there, nothing was really that bad. My eyes became huge in shock. Before I could start to freak out, someone came in the door. A kind looking woman with long dark frizzy hair came in. I could tell she was a nurse, and though I had never met her before, she looked familiar.

"Sweetie, I'm glad you're up! You've been out a little while." She came and sat on my bed while holding the back o her hand to my forehead, taking my temperature. Though I found it to be unprofessional, I liked it. Warm people like that made me feel like there was still some good in the world.

"How long would that be? And who are you?"

"You've been under for three days, which is expected for someone who was in suck a nasty accident. And my name is Mellisa McCall. I'm your nurse."

"McCall? You're Scott's mom?"

She beamed, "Yeah. You know Scott?"

"I met him on my first day of school in this town. I'm new here."

"That's what Allison told me. The little Argent girl came when she heard what happened and gave us the information she knew about you. That's how we got your name."

"Allison came by?" I guess maybe someone had cared.

"Of course! She was worried sick about you. She even asked me to call her when you woke up."

Wow, that was cool of her. "Wait, you said I was in an accident? What happened?"

"He said you probably wouldn't remember. You were brought in with fatal wounds that happened in the middle of the night. It seems a dog attacked you, an someone tried to help you by shooting it, but they got you instead. If you weren't such a fast healer and had been brought in any later than you did, I doubt you would have made it."

Dog attack? My mind raced over the night's events. I remembered being taken and set free. I remembered someone whose name I couldn't remember trying to save me, wide grey eyes. I blacked out, but still felt pain in my neck. Pain, so much frigging pain I couldn't stand it. Nothing about a dog.

"He? He, who?"

"I guess you wouldn't remember. It was that one boy, Derek Hale. I hadn't seen him for years and here he is, all grown up and saving damsels in distress. After all, he's not a bad looking knight in armor, is he?" She winked, trying to be friendly.

Though I couldn't remember his name, I did remember what he looked like. Mrs. McCall was right, he was rather good looking, but I didn't know anything him. For all I knew, he could be a crazy cat lady! Not that I have anything against crazy cat ladies, I just don't think it's an attractive quality in my men.

"The odd thing is that you're healing so fast. In fact you shouldn't even be sitting up. You may be free to go by tomorrow. Anyway, I'm going to call Allison and let her know you're doing. If you need anything or if you're hungry, press the call button."

I wasn't really hungry for anything, so I did what a teenager does best. I found the best thing television at the moment and watched that. I couldn't really find anything interesting on, but I would much rather think of a TV plot than my own life at the moment. Somewhere between a soap opera and a commercial I fell asleep.

And sometime while I was asleep, I began to dream. Actually, it was a nightmare. I was running from a blond chick with no face. Where it should have been was a flat surface of skin. As I ran, blood began to pour from holes in my body. As I ran, I got closer and closer to a giant black wolf with grey eyes. When I got almost nose to nose with it, the eyes turned blue as ice. I skidded to a stop just as a loud 'bang!' rang out. I woke up breathing hard.

I didn't realize I had an audience to my bad dreams. Someone occupied the chair next to my bed. It was sweet little Allison, and she brought yellow signs of worry showed on her face and I blushed in embarrassment. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine. I just had a bad dream. Oh, and I was shot, but why sweat the small stuff?" Her eyes got wide, and I laughed to show her I was joking. She smiled too, but I could tell she was still worried about me. "Allison, I'm fine. They said I may even be getting out of here soon. Oh, and thanks for coming and for the flowers."

"Actually, the flowers are from Jackson. He was worried when he found out. Actually, we all are. I came as soon as school got out for the weekend. Jackson would have come, but he and Lydia are renting a movie late tonight."

"Oh, well it's still more than I expected and deserve."

"What are you talking about?" Allison asked, "Of course you deserve it. Everyone at school likes you. Even Lydia, though she thinks you could steel her boyfriend. But Lydia is always paranoid."

"I've just never had someone care that much." I didn't really want anyone to find out about my dad. I wasn't legally an adult yet, so the state would step in and put me in an even worse foster home. At least it was my own biological father that hit me.

Allison brought up the topic I really didn't want to discuss. "What about your parents? They care."

No, Allison. No, they don't. She was trying to be kind, and I knew it, but it still hurt. I didn't have to answer, luckily. Mrs. McCall came back in. She was smiling as she came to see me.

"Great news, hun! Once we get one more meal in you, you're free to go home. We called your father and let him know you're coming and how you are."

Allison began to get up to leave, but Mrs. McCall stopped her. "You can stay if you want. I just needed to let her know what was going on."

"Oh, it's fine. I'll let her eat in piece. See yah later, Regan." Allison brushed by the bed to hug me and left, leaving me alone with the food Mrs. McCall brought me. It was a chicken patty with mash potatoes and a yeast roll. The patty was a bit stale, but for some reason the meat was extra good. The roll was still my favorite, buttery and sweet.

When that was cleared off my plate, I got a finial checkup before I was let out. The entire time, they kept telling me I was so luck and crap. Yeah, I'm so frigging lucky I got shot and am alive to go back to an abusive home.

Speaking of going home, I was worried I wasn't going to have a way to get there but to walk. This was not the case. When I left the doors of the hospital, there was a yellow taxi parked just out front. When the driver saw me, he began to wave me over. Confused, I went to meet him.

He rolled down the window to talk. "Hey, are you the girl who got attacked by a dog?"

I nodded, "Why?"

"Because, some guy paid me to take you home. When I saw those bites you neck, I assumed he meant you."

I got in the back of taxi, surprised Alex would spend the money for me to come home. Other than when I told him my address, we had no further conversation. Maybe with my kidnapping my father cared a little bit. Or, he was going to be the same and would yell at me for not cleaning the house. I'm going to go with the second pick.

The door was unlocked so I just went in. Alex was sitting there, beer belly in all its glory. He was watching television, looking rather content. That is, until I came in. "Regan, there you are!"

"Yeah, here I am. Thanks for the taxi"

"Taxi? What taxi? Quit joking around and get going. I need you to pick up some stuff at the store. I ran out of beer while you were gone."

"Really?" Maybe I was being brave, maybe I was being stupid. I stood up for myself for once. "I come home from the hospital looking like crap and all you can think about is beer?"

"You look like normal to me, you little brat. Don't talk to your father like that!"

I looked normal? The driver said I looked like I'd been attacked by a dog. How is that normal? I ran my fingers over my neck, but I only felt smooth skin. I couldn't believe it. I had to see this for myself. I ran to the bathroom to look at my reflection. Where I expected to see my marred neck, I saw my pale flesh. There wasn't a single flaw that wasn't there.

"What?" I whispered it out loud, totally confused. Alex came storming into the tiny room.

"Girl, get out here, now! I want my beer!"

"Then go get some!" I shouted, reaching my breaking point. I got slapped for it. The massive red hand print was visible on my face in seconds. I barreled past him and ran to my room and closed the door in his face. He tried to follow me in but I locked the door in his face. While he cursed and banged at the door, I grabbed my emergency bag from under the bed.

When I had everything, I took a deep breath. I do what I had always wanted to do. I was going to leave a while. I threw open the door, resulting in Alex falling in on the bed. While he was down, I flew out the door. He recovered fast and came after me, tackling me to the ground. My things went out the front door as I fought him.

I tried to squirm away, but he was heavy. I turned around and lay on my back while tried to grab my hands to from punching him. When he smacked me again, and the blood spurted from my nose, I lost it. Some inner rage in me broke out. It was... monstrous.

I growled, and I mean literally, like a dog, growled. And I'm not talking Chihuahua growl, I'm thinking pissed off Doberman from hell! Something inside me felt stronger than ever, and it wanted to attack. I almost let it.

Almost

My father still scared me. He was bigger and stronger had beaten me from day one. Though I was able to scare him with my growl, I wasn't going to be able to actually fight him back. But scaring him was enough. When he heard the sound erupt from me, he instinctively jumped back, sitting with his back against the wall.

"What was that? What's up with your eyes? Leave, you freak!"

So I left. I put my things in my car and I drove away. I was homeless, but I was frigging happy. The first thing to do on my list was to figure out what was wrong with me.

I, a human, had growled at someone. This was not normal. In fact, this was a problem. Thinking back to the night I was shot, while I was blacking out that Derek guy had told me he had a possible way that could save me. He had said something that at the time, I didn't believe. He said he could make me a werewolf.

I came to a red light and stopped. Werewolves are not real. They are fiction. There is no such thing as a man turning into an animal on full moons and running around killing people. It just isn't possible. My thoughts were interrupted by two people talking. From the next car over. With the windows up.

"Yeah, I'm coming right now, Kate. Chris said to leave him alone, but if you want to do this, fine. We can do it tomorrow." I turned to look at the driver next to me. He was younger and had wild hair that partly covered the cell phone pressed to his ear.

"Tomorrow," a female voice on the other side of the line said before disconnecting. Something about her voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it. I was still in shock that I had heard a phone conversation from the car next to me with two engines running and the windows rolled up. That was defiantly not normal!

I was brought back to the real world by an extremely loud horn from the car behind me. It was like it was blaring inside my ears. I groaned in pain, but drove my car forward. I knew exactly where I was going. Derek had said that I was on private property the night I ran into him. He would only care if it was his property.

If I could find the area I went down, I should be able to find him. And he should be able to tell me if I have rabies now, or what. I tried to remember what I could about the area I had been in that night. I remember lots of hills and trees. The woods. That was easy enough.

Before I knew it, I pulled into the woodsiest looking area I could find. I got out of my car and took a walk. It was still in the woods, no birds or bugs making noise. The trees didn't look as ominous as they had the night I ran for what's left of my life. Today, in the light, they almost looked pretty. The fall colors of orange, reds, and browns were all over the place.

The air smelled fresh and clean, but I also caught another smell. Dried blood. And there was a lot of it. I figured it was mine. I mean, how many people die in these woods? I followed the strong smell as best I could. I had always though blood smelled nasty like rust, but I had never had it smell this strong before.

The sound of my own heart beat had become sporadic and loud, distracting me. The pounding rang in my ears, blocking everything else out. As I walked deeper into the woods, the smell of blood got stronger. It filled my nose with its thick smell. When I came to the right place, I almost gagged on the strong smell. It overwhelmed me, making me cough hard.

When I recovered, I began to look around and take in my surroundings. It was odd to be in the middle of the woods and yet no animals were around. It was as if someone or something scared them off. I didn't like being the only think making noise. Other than the smell of blood, there wasn't much else to smell. In fact, I breathed through my mouth to no inhale the nasty scent.

I looked around, trying to see if anything like a house was around. All I could see was something huge and black in the distance. I trusted my instincts, though they had never been this prominent before. I went to see what the looming shape was.

When I tromped through the woods, I was close enough to see that the shape was actually a very large home. But it wasn't a normal house. It was black and falling apart. It looked like it had been burned somehow. Now that I knew there was an abandoned home in the middle of a noiseless wood, I did what all stupid people did in horror movies. I swallowed my fear and went inside the big creepy house.

Now if I had been watching myself on TV, I would be screaming, "Don't go in there, you idiot! There's obviously something very wrong!" But people just don't think like that in real life, do they? If they did, they would probably see half the things they do all day are stupid. This was my stupid moment.

The door opened rather easily with slight protest from the groaning frame of the house. I walked very slowly, testing the floor boards before I stepped. I didn't want to fall through and, I don't know, die. Yeah, dying would be bad.

It was still through the whole house, no air even stirring. I peeked into the living room, but no one was there. I almost laughed. I had come here looking for Derek, but it's not like he'd be living in a burnt down house? Would he?

Well, he is the guy who believes he's a werewolf. I placed my hand on the banister, thinking about looking upstairs. Instead, I found I didn't need to. Though my heart had still been pounding in my ears the whole time, there was a new heart beat coming from behind me. Taking in a deep breath, I slowly turned around to be greeted with grey eyes.

"Looking for someone?"