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.
Acknowledgement: The wonderful people that created "Wolf Lake." You guys just gave me a wonderful reason to stay home and curl up with blanket and the remote. Hooray for Wolf Lake, making its return to prime time TV as 'bad' as ever!
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
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You know how they say that people can be petrified with fear? Well, I'm beginning to think that people can have the same condition with it came to shock. For example, right now I've pretty much been frozen in a state of complete disbelief. If it weren't for the fact that he was staring at me with eyes that were a little too serious and intent to be a laughing matter, I may just think that he was yanking my chain. Unfortunately, like many of the cruel totally unfunny things in life, I'm afraid that I was not going to wake up and find this all just a nasty nightmare.
"You want say that again?" I asked, hoping beyond hope that what I'm hearing was not correct and that Luke Cates has not completely flipped out. Cause there could be no other explanation to what I just heard. Unless my ears have gone as bad as my eyes sight....
"I told the others that you were mine."
Okay, there goes that last shred of hope that I wasn't even aware had been in my mind. And unbelievably, a teensy tiny bit of me was thrilled with the fact that Lucas Cates, the tormentor of my dreams and nightmares, felt something for me. Some small flicker of feeling that would make him say something so outrageously romantic. Only in movies and TV dramas do you hear about people proclaiming someone as their own out of love and jealousy and ... But the logical, reasonable, and right now terribly outraged rational side of me wanted to scream at him for his presumptuous....
My dad once told me that I should learn all sorts of things so that I can do what's not expected. One of the reasons he taught me how to play ball and shoot left handed when everyone knows perfectly well that I'm right handed. Built up some pretty impressive muscles as a result.
I watched, a little shocked at my own impetuosity, as Luke ran his tongue along the inside of his no-doubt stinging cheek. I wonder if his face felt as engulfed in pain as my hand did. It certainly didn't seem like it. In fact, it looked as it barely fazed him as his had was only turned a fraction of the way.
His eyes were glowing yellow when he turned back to me. The mild tone in which he said, "I was expecting the right," almost threw me for a loop that I was totally unprepared for.
That irritated me more than having such a non-reaction to a slap across the face. I swear the boy can give lessons on how to baffle a girl. "Sorry to disappoint."
"I'm never disappointed where you're concerned." I wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment or not, especially since he wore that smile of his, the one that made me want to crawl into his lap and forgive him for the....
"Care to explain why you would spread such a ridiculous rumor? That I'm somehow...." I couldn't even finish the thought without all sorts of wrong thoughts jumping into my mind, demanding my absolute attention to my heart. "WHY!!!"
He shrugged. Simply shrugged! I would have gouged his eyes out then and there in frustration. The man was impossible to figure out if one was to even attempt the impossible. One minute he's like your best friend, all cute and sweet and oh-so charming. The next he is the nightmare that continues on day after day, night after night, fantasy after fantasy.... God, I can't let me do this to me. I can't let me dominate my mind, my heart, and my very soul. He's trouble, more than trouble; he's Lucas Cates, son of the Alpha. And me? I'm just... just a half-breed.
"Luke, do you have any idea what you've..."
"I don't regret it if that's what you're getting at," he's reply came sharply. Those glowing eyes made it difficult to look him in the face, in the eyes for anything other than the truth. He wasn't lying, that much I knew for sure. "You're mine, Sophia. Whether you like it or not."
Oh god, those words were like daggers at my heart. They were both wonderfully thrilling and painfully dreadful. Why was he doing this? Didn't he know that kind of consequences that my father had to face for marrying a non-wolf? Doesn't he realize what he's own father would do to him - to me - if world got out and.... What am I saying?!? I can't let him get away with making such an egotistical, male chauvinistic comment.
"I am not yours," I spat back, careful to keep my voice down so as not to wake my father. God, I can just see my dad's reaction if he was to come in here and caught Luke with me. There would be blood aplenty then. "I am a free human being and not anybody's property."
"You are not human, Sophia. You're one of us."
"Not yet I'm not and from everything that is..."
"You are! You have to be." He grabbed me so fast that I didn't even have time to react. God, his eyes, they were like little lantern in the dim lighting of my room. And for a moment, I was so afraid.
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I would smell the fear in her. The moment it came, I knew that I had gone too far. If nothing else, the girl knew how to push my buttons. How could she even doubt that she's one of us? Everyone knows that Matthew Donner was one of the strongest there was, a real contender where the powers of the clan laid. Sophia was his daughter, no way in hell she wasn't going to take after her father. NO WAY!!! I won't believe it for a second.
"You're going to change and then everyone will know that you're one of us," I said it slowly, carefully, willing her to understand it and accept it as the truth. There was once somewhere that I heard a proverb about believing something to make it come true. I had to believe, and I had to make her believe.
"Luke, you're scaring me." Her voice said the words but her eyes; they were already regaining that sense of power in them. I could already smell her fears retreating into the back of her mind. The strength in her was amazing to witness. "Let go of my arms."
For a perverse moment, I was tempted to hold on just to see what she'd do. But I let go, knowing that if I didn't, I may never be able to do so. "There are things within the clan that you don't know anything about."
She was eyeing me cautiously. "Why don't you tell me about them then? Maybe then I'd understand why you'd tell such an outrageous lie."
A lie she says. Yeah, I guess in her eyes it would be lie. There was no doubt in my mind that she probably thought at one point in time that I was just toying with her. That would have been the impression that she got, the one that I had carefully cultivated for her and the rest of the world. And as easily as I can lie to others, I cannot do so to myself. God, it would be so much easier if I could lie to myself. But proclaiming her mine, that's no lie. I can feel the truth of it in the fibers of my being.
I saw her jerk in reaction a split second before I heard it. The sounds of feet landing on soft carpet two or three rooms away, a good five hundred feet if I didn't miss my guess. The Sheriff!
She pushed against my arm, urging me to go before her father finds me there. The panic in her eyes got me to move, for I didn't want to leave until we had finished out talk. But knowing that she was frightened of the consequences of what would happen if her father found me there, I slipped quietly out the window, the same way I came in from.
The night was chillingly invigorating. I waited by the tree stump underneath her window, careful to stay down wind so not to alert the Sheriff of my presence on his estate. Pausing, I wonder if Donner was going to sense my scent within Sophia's bed. Any male worth his lick of salt would no doubt have. But I have to wonder if all the....
It wasn't until the lights went on, then off, in Sophia's room did it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Sophia knew of her father waking in his room before I did. She had heard him leaving his bed, from two doors down. Either she had almost god-like hearing or....
There was no doubt in my mind that the grin that came onto my face was wide enough to be almost manic. How could I have missed it?!? All those little tale-tell signs were there if I had only been watching for them. What I had perceived as watchfulness had been nothing more than her wolf senses slowly emerging.
School courtyard, she always knew when to turn in time to catch my eyes. In the forest, she knew we weren't just any old wolves roaming the forest. Did my jealous green eyes made me blind to what was right in front of me?
Sophia Donner, the one girl in the world that had the power to make me weak in the knees, was beginning her change. So happy was I that I could have howled at the full moon.
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The End?
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.
Acknowledgement: The wonderful people that created "Wolf Lake." You guys just gave me a wonderful reason to stay home and curl up with blanket and the remote. Hooray for Wolf Lake, making its return to prime time TV as 'bad' as ever!
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
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You know how they say that people can be petrified with fear? Well, I'm beginning to think that people can have the same condition with it came to shock. For example, right now I've pretty much been frozen in a state of complete disbelief. If it weren't for the fact that he was staring at me with eyes that were a little too serious and intent to be a laughing matter, I may just think that he was yanking my chain. Unfortunately, like many of the cruel totally unfunny things in life, I'm afraid that I was not going to wake up and find this all just a nasty nightmare.
"You want say that again?" I asked, hoping beyond hope that what I'm hearing was not correct and that Luke Cates has not completely flipped out. Cause there could be no other explanation to what I just heard. Unless my ears have gone as bad as my eyes sight....
"I told the others that you were mine."
Okay, there goes that last shred of hope that I wasn't even aware had been in my mind. And unbelievably, a teensy tiny bit of me was thrilled with the fact that Lucas Cates, the tormentor of my dreams and nightmares, felt something for me. Some small flicker of feeling that would make him say something so outrageously romantic. Only in movies and TV dramas do you hear about people proclaiming someone as their own out of love and jealousy and ... But the logical, reasonable, and right now terribly outraged rational side of me wanted to scream at him for his presumptuous....
My dad once told me that I should learn all sorts of things so that I can do what's not expected. One of the reasons he taught me how to play ball and shoot left handed when everyone knows perfectly well that I'm right handed. Built up some pretty impressive muscles as a result.
I watched, a little shocked at my own impetuosity, as Luke ran his tongue along the inside of his no-doubt stinging cheek. I wonder if his face felt as engulfed in pain as my hand did. It certainly didn't seem like it. In fact, it looked as it barely fazed him as his had was only turned a fraction of the way.
His eyes were glowing yellow when he turned back to me. The mild tone in which he said, "I was expecting the right," almost threw me for a loop that I was totally unprepared for.
That irritated me more than having such a non-reaction to a slap across the face. I swear the boy can give lessons on how to baffle a girl. "Sorry to disappoint."
"I'm never disappointed where you're concerned." I wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment or not, especially since he wore that smile of his, the one that made me want to crawl into his lap and forgive him for the....
"Care to explain why you would spread such a ridiculous rumor? That I'm somehow...." I couldn't even finish the thought without all sorts of wrong thoughts jumping into my mind, demanding my absolute attention to my heart. "WHY!!!"
He shrugged. Simply shrugged! I would have gouged his eyes out then and there in frustration. The man was impossible to figure out if one was to even attempt the impossible. One minute he's like your best friend, all cute and sweet and oh-so charming. The next he is the nightmare that continues on day after day, night after night, fantasy after fantasy.... God, I can't let me do this to me. I can't let me dominate my mind, my heart, and my very soul. He's trouble, more than trouble; he's Lucas Cates, son of the Alpha. And me? I'm just... just a half-breed.
"Luke, do you have any idea what you've..."
"I don't regret it if that's what you're getting at," he's reply came sharply. Those glowing eyes made it difficult to look him in the face, in the eyes for anything other than the truth. He wasn't lying, that much I knew for sure. "You're mine, Sophia. Whether you like it or not."
Oh god, those words were like daggers at my heart. They were both wonderfully thrilling and painfully dreadful. Why was he doing this? Didn't he know that kind of consequences that my father had to face for marrying a non-wolf? Doesn't he realize what he's own father would do to him - to me - if world got out and.... What am I saying?!? I can't let him get away with making such an egotistical, male chauvinistic comment.
"I am not yours," I spat back, careful to keep my voice down so as not to wake my father. God, I can just see my dad's reaction if he was to come in here and caught Luke with me. There would be blood aplenty then. "I am a free human being and not anybody's property."
"You are not human, Sophia. You're one of us."
"Not yet I'm not and from everything that is..."
"You are! You have to be." He grabbed me so fast that I didn't even have time to react. God, his eyes, they were like little lantern in the dim lighting of my room. And for a moment, I was so afraid.
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I would smell the fear in her. The moment it came, I knew that I had gone too far. If nothing else, the girl knew how to push my buttons. How could she even doubt that she's one of us? Everyone knows that Matthew Donner was one of the strongest there was, a real contender where the powers of the clan laid. Sophia was his daughter, no way in hell she wasn't going to take after her father. NO WAY!!! I won't believe it for a second.
"You're going to change and then everyone will know that you're one of us," I said it slowly, carefully, willing her to understand it and accept it as the truth. There was once somewhere that I heard a proverb about believing something to make it come true. I had to believe, and I had to make her believe.
"Luke, you're scaring me." Her voice said the words but her eyes; they were already regaining that sense of power in them. I could already smell her fears retreating into the back of her mind. The strength in her was amazing to witness. "Let go of my arms."
For a perverse moment, I was tempted to hold on just to see what she'd do. But I let go, knowing that if I didn't, I may never be able to do so. "There are things within the clan that you don't know anything about."
She was eyeing me cautiously. "Why don't you tell me about them then? Maybe then I'd understand why you'd tell such an outrageous lie."
A lie she says. Yeah, I guess in her eyes it would be lie. There was no doubt in my mind that she probably thought at one point in time that I was just toying with her. That would have been the impression that she got, the one that I had carefully cultivated for her and the rest of the world. And as easily as I can lie to others, I cannot do so to myself. God, it would be so much easier if I could lie to myself. But proclaiming her mine, that's no lie. I can feel the truth of it in the fibers of my being.
I saw her jerk in reaction a split second before I heard it. The sounds of feet landing on soft carpet two or three rooms away, a good five hundred feet if I didn't miss my guess. The Sheriff!
She pushed against my arm, urging me to go before her father finds me there. The panic in her eyes got me to move, for I didn't want to leave until we had finished out talk. But knowing that she was frightened of the consequences of what would happen if her father found me there, I slipped quietly out the window, the same way I came in from.
The night was chillingly invigorating. I waited by the tree stump underneath her window, careful to stay down wind so not to alert the Sheriff of my presence on his estate. Pausing, I wonder if Donner was going to sense my scent within Sophia's bed. Any male worth his lick of salt would no doubt have. But I have to wonder if all the....
It wasn't until the lights went on, then off, in Sophia's room did it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Sophia knew of her father waking in his room before I did. She had heard him leaving his bed, from two doors down. Either she had almost god-like hearing or....
There was no doubt in my mind that the grin that came onto my face was wide enough to be almost manic. How could I have missed it?!? All those little tale-tell signs were there if I had only been watching for them. What I had perceived as watchfulness had been nothing more than her wolf senses slowly emerging.
School courtyard, she always knew when to turn in time to catch my eyes. In the forest, she knew we weren't just any old wolves roaming the forest. Did my jealous green eyes made me blind to what was right in front of me?
Sophia Donner, the one girl in the world that had the power to make me weak in the knees, was beginning her change. So happy was I that I could have howled at the full moon.
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The End?
