Shining on the sea Chapter 11

I am so so sorry that I haven't updated. I had some difficulties with the story. I didn't know where to go with it and I just had a big block in front of the flow of words. I figured everything out and I thought out the storylines for this story and even the sequel (yes, the sequel is still part of the plan). This is more of a filler so I wouldn't have to keep you waiting too long. I hope you enjoy :) And big thanks to my dear beta Katherine for sorting out my typos.

Sookie/Havet POV

I was running through the dark woods at a rapid speed. I could smell the fear of the smaller animal that I was chasing. Even they knew that they had no chance of outrunning me. I was gaining on the wildcat and there were no more than a few trees separating us now. I supported my paws on the rich soil of the forest and made the final leap to land on the back of the spotted lynx. My long fangs found its throat quickly and I bit down on the flesh. The animal couldn't even fight back before it was dead and its warm blood was in my mouth.

I let out a howl of victory and started eating. I was almost finished when I heard a small wolf pack approaching; I left the remains for them. I was full and they must have been hungry. I kept running just to feel the wind in my fur. I felt freer than I had felt the whole time I had been here. Here, with none of these humans watching me I could be anything. I could fly or swim or run on land. It was my choice.

Suddenly the wind changed, bearing the foulest smell I had ever felt. It was sour, cold and dead with a hint of decay. I knew that it was an enemy. I don't know how, but I was as sure of it as I could be.

I turned to go towards it and felt resentment taking every step towards whatever it was. I had to go. I was here to protect Sookie. I was her familiar and whatever this was, I had to be stronger than it. I was made to be strong. I fought the resentment and continued onward.

"You're going the wrong way, wolfling. You're following death." I heard a crow screaming to me as I ran past it. It was flying the opposite way and maybe I should have too. But how could I just leave whatever it was running around the woods freely? No, every person in this village would be outside tomorrow night, there was no need for it catching them unawares. Besides, I was no wolfling. I could be everything.

I kept running even though I could barely step one foot in front of another. But there was no need to run anymore. The thing was coming my way, I could hear it, feel it and smell it. The stench was awful. It had a lingering smell of rotten meat, but it was also sour and evil.

I could only stand there and wait. I couldn't go back now; I would only lead it to the village and Sookie. I could feel her in my head, sometimes we dreamed the same dreams, and sometimes she saw what I saw. I hoped she wouldn't come after me. I was her protector, not the other way around.

I could now see the shadow of my enemy behind the trees now. I must not be afraid. I was made to be brave.

I watched as it appeared before me, a great she-wolf, rotten and dead, but moving. I was bigger than it, but how do you kill something that is already dead? There was a big hole in one of its sides and I could see the maggots in there. It had no eyes, maybe something had picked them out, and maybe they had just rotted away.

We were circling each other, waiting for the other one to attack. The only way to defeat the thing would be to tear its limbs off. Then it at least couldn't do anything.

I had just been able to finish the thought when the monster flung itself at me. I ducked my head so it couldn't reach my throat, and got my feet around its paw. I tore and luckily the flesh was soft and rotten so it came away from the beast's body easily. I flung it aside and jumped away from the corpse. It had scratched my back and I could feel the blood seeping into the fur around the scratches. At least I still had all my paws.

But having three legs didn't bother the carcass at all. Of course it didn't feel pain, or fear. It limped at me again and snapped at my shoulder. I jumped away and went after its other foot. It tried to jump away, but it was too slow and I got the other foot too.

The corps fell down lifelessly. It seemed as if whatever was in it was gone now. I backed away carefully and started running towards home. I was relieved to get away from the smell and I stopped for a moment to relish the smell of fresh air. Just as I breathed deeply, I felt the same sour smell. Not as rotten, but just as bitter and the corpse of the wolf. I had no choice but to stop and see what was out to get me. I couldn't lead it to the village. I braced myself and before I knew it, a black raven flew towards me. It wanted to pick my eyes out. It as in whatever had control over that bird's body. I was vulnerable on the ground, so without having to think of it, I rose to the sky as a white eagle. I bombarded the puppet bird with hits of my sharp beak and by minutes it was bloodied and falling down.

I had defeated two of the sour puppets, but I had no idea if I'd be able to survive a third one that easily. The wound that wolf-corpse had left me hadn't healed. It was merely a scratch, but I could feel that the sourness was poisonous and I had no idea what the poison would do. Would it kill me? Or worse? No, I wouldn't think of that right now. It could come back any second now and I had to figure out how to destroy it.

Fire.

I could hear a voice inside me. Yes, there are very few things that fire wouldn't destroy given time. But how would I get fire here in the woods? I had gone back to the ground and gone to my wolf form. Even if I got hands, I would be helpless in the woods and under the wrath of the sour ghost.

Dragons.

Dragons were fire made to flesh. But how would a dragon fit in the middle of these trees? I wasn't even in a clearing and these woods didn't have many clearings to go to. The trees were thick and there no place for a dragon here.

But Just then I saw a thin strip of light rising in the east. Somehow I knew that the sour thing was a creature of darkness. It won't attack when the sun is up. At least not yet.

I struggled back to my feet, just now starting to feel the pain in my back that was the beast's scratch. I found the last remains of my strength inside me and started running home.

SPOV

I woke up with a gasp. Eric was sleeping deeply beside me, but I saw no need to wake him up. There was nothing he could do. I could still feel Havet's pain in my back and I twisted myself to see if maybe I was hurt too. I wasn't. But she was, and probably poisoned too. I could tell that she wasn't too far from the village, so I wasted no time to get to her. I was wearing some dress I had fallen asleep in last night, hence I didn't need to do anything but just grab my dagger. I ran barefoot towards the place where I knew Havet would be.

I ran faster than I ever had. Even faster than I had in my dreams with Havet and in no time I was in the place Havet had fallen. I saw her white body under a tree and walked towards her carefully. She was shaking and the three deep scratches on her back were still bleeding. Usually scratches like these would have healed in less than a minute for her, but this was different. I bowed to look at the wounds more closely. But just as I knelt on the ground I heard someone behind my back. I grabbed the hilt of my dagger as I heard its soft steps getting closer to me.

I don't know if it's weird writing almost the whole chapter as a dream? I hope it wasn't bad and I'm sorry for the cliffie (is it even a cliffie?). I'll make sure to update by next weekend, so don't worry about me going missing feedback is welcome. If anyone leaves a review, They can wait an answer on Tuesday. I won't have any time for it tomorrow.

Until next weekend,

Abbey