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Summary: A Girl is attacked by a werewolf during a camping trip and drawn into a world of darkness and power she never imagined.
Notes: Pleas for feedback. I'm also going to point out despite the references made to the movie The Blair Witch Project this story has NOTHING to do with it.
Okay, who's bright idea was this? I hate camping, I don't even know why I agreed to go. Just the idea of being alone in the woods, cut off from people, with no TV and no phones or anything interesting. Only trees, rocks, dirt...yuck. What type of activity is this for a group of high school seniors anyway? Please. We could have done something so much more fun. But someone said, "Let's go camping." I'm so pissed off I can't even remember who.
Muttering and cursing under my breath, I moved around my room, throwing things into a duffle bag. Of course, if I didn't go my friends would be disappointed in me and I couldn't allow that to happen. Normally, I'm the one who decides where we go and what we do, everyone seems to look to me to lead. I don't know what cloud my head was on when someone suggested this. I feel like killing myself.
"What?" I snapped when someone knocked on my door.
"Seraphin? You ready yet?" There was a definite hint of amusement in the voice of my best friend Amber. She was leaning there, trying not to smile, pulling on her red ponytail. She was dressed in jeans, a white top and sneakers.
I looked up and an idea hit me. I faked a few coughs. "I'm not feeling too good," I said in my best feel-sorry-for-me-voice. "I don't think I can go."
Amber snorted. She, of course, could see right through me. "Seraphin grow up. It's only for a weekend."
"I hate camping!" I whined. "You don't know what could be lurking out there."
Amber laughed. "You afraid the Blair Witch will get you?"
Amber ducked as I threw a pillow at her. I'd hated that movie and she knew it. It had terrified me and I had vowed never to step foot in a wood again. I refused to admit that I was afraid that what had happened to those kids was going to happen to us. But of course, that was complete bullshit and I knew it. My overactive imagination strikes again.
But that didn't mean something else wouldn't get us. There were wild animals and all sorts...psychos in the woods looking for victims...anything...
Why couldn't we go somewhere safe?
Amber tapped her foot impatiently. "Come on Seraphin, everyone's waiting for you."
"Well they'll just have to wait longer," I snapped., pulling a brush through my long raven hair which I'd streaked with cerulean blue to give me a sort of "dark" look. I loved dark clothes and horror movies and the supernatural. But I loved reading about them and watching them. I did not want to be part of them.
I shivered suddenly, unsure why.
* * *
I scowled out the window if my friend Jesse's jeep; watching the rain pouring feeling as miserable as the damn weather. Going camping was bad enough, but to go in the rain...
These people were insane.
Someone threw something at me; angry and annoyed, I hurled picked up the small soft cushion and threw it back with an astonishing amount of force I didn't know I had. It almost hit the driver and for a moment the car swerved on the slick, wet roads.
"Jesus, Seraphin!" Jesse snorted. "You're going to get us all killed *before* we get lost in the woods."
"Oh come on!" Amber said brightly. "It'll be fun! We'll be able to commune with nature, get back to our native routes..."
She went on blathering about the woods and trees and nature and various natural crap that meant nothing to me. Amber was heavily into all that New Age stuff. She loved weird sounding music and the strange gypsy-like clothing sold in our local shop. Personally, I thought it was all a load of bullshit, but then, everyone had an opinion of their own.
Usually people always knew mine. I didn't care what people thought of me when I blab about things. I normally had my own way. I didn't this time, which was probably why I was so mad.
"Oh shut up Amber," Rick Marcos snapped from the front passenger seat. He sounded as grouchy as I did. I grinned to myself. At least someone was on my wavelength. They say great minds think alike...
"I don't know how I let you guys talk me into this," Rick muttered sullenly. "I hate camping. I agree with Seraphin."
"You guys are so boring!" Amber said dismissively. "We'll have a great time!"
Rick glanced over at me, his eyebrows raised. I just shrugged. I wondered how I managed to become friends with Amber in the first place.
The only woods near by were a two-hour drive away from out town, Redbrook Creek, a small community in Washington State. It was okay, nice and homely, everyone who lived there had all their lives, and everyone knew everyone else. Nothing exciting ever happened to us. We're a very boring town.
Lately though, I'd been longing for something to happen. Plain old routine can only be okay for so long. But surely every person must wish for excitement or something interesting to happen every now and again.
I know I do. Even someone new coming would be interesting. But no one new ever came. I wondered if the rest of the world knew we existed.
Of course, every town has its stories. Some people said that a Wolf-Man lived in the forest. Animals had been found, their insides eaten. Gross. There were even rumours that people had been discovered too, mauled by death by giant beasts. They weren't rue.
Just stories. They weren't true.
If they were, no one would be allowed anywhere near the woods where we were going. I shuddered at the thought of what could be lurking out there.
* * *
The rain eased up as we neared the woods and by the time we'd parked and were hauling our gear through the woods, looking for somewhere suitable to set up camp it had stopped completely. Blue skies appeared overhead, through the murky cloud sunlight shone in little golden rays lighting up patches on the forest floor.
"Didn't I tell you we'd have fun?" Amber said brightly. She was probably the only one of us who wasn't ready to turn around and go home.
"I'm hot, sweaty, tired and I broke a nail," I whined. "Yeah, I'm having a great time."
"You and your goddamn nails," Rick muttered.
I stared at him, my eyebrows raised. "You were not complaining about my nails on Monday night," I reminded him with a sly smile, making motions like a kitten swiping something with claws.
Rick flushed. "That's a different subject."
Jesse snorted. "But it's your favourite subject, right?"
Amber was looking at us, a confused expression on her face. I sighed heavily. Amber had absolutely no idea about some times. If she got her head out the clouds once in a while maybe she'd have some ideas about real life.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"Don't ask," I sad. I glanced up at the sky. We'd been hiking for about two hours and still hadn't come across anything interesting. To me, one patch of trees looked exactly like another. A violent shiver went through me suddenly. I had no idea why I kept shaking like this. I kept telling myself it was all in my head, but something was telling me maybe it wasn't.
* * *
The sky had darkened and I decided it was time to camp. I let Amber and the guys do the work, while I just stood there scowling at the surroundings, again fervently wishing I was anywhere but here.
The rapidly darkening sky and lengthening shadows were eerie. I kept expecting to hear footsteps crunching all around us. Something we couldn't see chasing us out our tent in the middle of the night, leaving things outside our tent...
But what I heard was worse than crunching footsteps.
A howl suddenly screamed out the darkness.
And I wasn't the only one scared by it. I glanced over at the others. They had stopped what they were doing, all of them alert, all glancing around. The howl came again, long, drawn out and spooky in the deathly-silence afterwards.
And that was when it hit me I couldn't hear any other sounds. I couldn't hear any birds, insects, crickets or anything. Of course, it was night, I told myself, do what did I expect? There'd be sounds in the morning.
But morning was a long time coming.
* * *
Summary: A Girl is attacked by a werewolf during a camping trip and drawn into a world of darkness and power she never imagined.
Notes: Pleas for feedback. I'm also going to point out despite the references made to the movie The Blair Witch Project this story has NOTHING to do with it.
Okay, who's bright idea was this? I hate camping, I don't even know why I agreed to go. Just the idea of being alone in the woods, cut off from people, with no TV and no phones or anything interesting. Only trees, rocks, dirt...yuck. What type of activity is this for a group of high school seniors anyway? Please. We could have done something so much more fun. But someone said, "Let's go camping." I'm so pissed off I can't even remember who.
Muttering and cursing under my breath, I moved around my room, throwing things into a duffle bag. Of course, if I didn't go my friends would be disappointed in me and I couldn't allow that to happen. Normally, I'm the one who decides where we go and what we do, everyone seems to look to me to lead. I don't know what cloud my head was on when someone suggested this. I feel like killing myself.
"What?" I snapped when someone knocked on my door.
"Seraphin? You ready yet?" There was a definite hint of amusement in the voice of my best friend Amber. She was leaning there, trying not to smile, pulling on her red ponytail. She was dressed in jeans, a white top and sneakers.
I looked up and an idea hit me. I faked a few coughs. "I'm not feeling too good," I said in my best feel-sorry-for-me-voice. "I don't think I can go."
Amber snorted. She, of course, could see right through me. "Seraphin grow up. It's only for a weekend."
"I hate camping!" I whined. "You don't know what could be lurking out there."
Amber laughed. "You afraid the Blair Witch will get you?"
Amber ducked as I threw a pillow at her. I'd hated that movie and she knew it. It had terrified me and I had vowed never to step foot in a wood again. I refused to admit that I was afraid that what had happened to those kids was going to happen to us. But of course, that was complete bullshit and I knew it. My overactive imagination strikes again.
But that didn't mean something else wouldn't get us. There were wild animals and all sorts...psychos in the woods looking for victims...anything...
Why couldn't we go somewhere safe?
Amber tapped her foot impatiently. "Come on Seraphin, everyone's waiting for you."
"Well they'll just have to wait longer," I snapped., pulling a brush through my long raven hair which I'd streaked with cerulean blue to give me a sort of "dark" look. I loved dark clothes and horror movies and the supernatural. But I loved reading about them and watching them. I did not want to be part of them.
I shivered suddenly, unsure why.
* * *
I scowled out the window if my friend Jesse's jeep; watching the rain pouring feeling as miserable as the damn weather. Going camping was bad enough, but to go in the rain...
These people were insane.
Someone threw something at me; angry and annoyed, I hurled picked up the small soft cushion and threw it back with an astonishing amount of force I didn't know I had. It almost hit the driver and for a moment the car swerved on the slick, wet roads.
"Jesus, Seraphin!" Jesse snorted. "You're going to get us all killed *before* we get lost in the woods."
"Oh come on!" Amber said brightly. "It'll be fun! We'll be able to commune with nature, get back to our native routes..."
She went on blathering about the woods and trees and nature and various natural crap that meant nothing to me. Amber was heavily into all that New Age stuff. She loved weird sounding music and the strange gypsy-like clothing sold in our local shop. Personally, I thought it was all a load of bullshit, but then, everyone had an opinion of their own.
Usually people always knew mine. I didn't care what people thought of me when I blab about things. I normally had my own way. I didn't this time, which was probably why I was so mad.
"Oh shut up Amber," Rick Marcos snapped from the front passenger seat. He sounded as grouchy as I did. I grinned to myself. At least someone was on my wavelength. They say great minds think alike...
"I don't know how I let you guys talk me into this," Rick muttered sullenly. "I hate camping. I agree with Seraphin."
"You guys are so boring!" Amber said dismissively. "We'll have a great time!"
Rick glanced over at me, his eyebrows raised. I just shrugged. I wondered how I managed to become friends with Amber in the first place.
The only woods near by were a two-hour drive away from out town, Redbrook Creek, a small community in Washington State. It was okay, nice and homely, everyone who lived there had all their lives, and everyone knew everyone else. Nothing exciting ever happened to us. We're a very boring town.
Lately though, I'd been longing for something to happen. Plain old routine can only be okay for so long. But surely every person must wish for excitement or something interesting to happen every now and again.
I know I do. Even someone new coming would be interesting. But no one new ever came. I wondered if the rest of the world knew we existed.
Of course, every town has its stories. Some people said that a Wolf-Man lived in the forest. Animals had been found, their insides eaten. Gross. There were even rumours that people had been discovered too, mauled by death by giant beasts. They weren't rue.
Just stories. They weren't true.
If they were, no one would be allowed anywhere near the woods where we were going. I shuddered at the thought of what could be lurking out there.
* * *
The rain eased up as we neared the woods and by the time we'd parked and were hauling our gear through the woods, looking for somewhere suitable to set up camp it had stopped completely. Blue skies appeared overhead, through the murky cloud sunlight shone in little golden rays lighting up patches on the forest floor.
"Didn't I tell you we'd have fun?" Amber said brightly. She was probably the only one of us who wasn't ready to turn around and go home.
"I'm hot, sweaty, tired and I broke a nail," I whined. "Yeah, I'm having a great time."
"You and your goddamn nails," Rick muttered.
I stared at him, my eyebrows raised. "You were not complaining about my nails on Monday night," I reminded him with a sly smile, making motions like a kitten swiping something with claws.
Rick flushed. "That's a different subject."
Jesse snorted. "But it's your favourite subject, right?"
Amber was looking at us, a confused expression on her face. I sighed heavily. Amber had absolutely no idea about some times. If she got her head out the clouds once in a while maybe she'd have some ideas about real life.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"Don't ask," I sad. I glanced up at the sky. We'd been hiking for about two hours and still hadn't come across anything interesting. To me, one patch of trees looked exactly like another. A violent shiver went through me suddenly. I had no idea why I kept shaking like this. I kept telling myself it was all in my head, but something was telling me maybe it wasn't.
* * *
The sky had darkened and I decided it was time to camp. I let Amber and the guys do the work, while I just stood there scowling at the surroundings, again fervently wishing I was anywhere but here.
The rapidly darkening sky and lengthening shadows were eerie. I kept expecting to hear footsteps crunching all around us. Something we couldn't see chasing us out our tent in the middle of the night, leaving things outside our tent...
But what I heard was worse than crunching footsteps.
A howl suddenly screamed out the darkness.
And I wasn't the only one scared by it. I glanced over at the others. They had stopped what they were doing, all of them alert, all glancing around. The howl came again, long, drawn out and spooky in the deathly-silence afterwards.
And that was when it hit me I couldn't hear any other sounds. I couldn't hear any birds, insects, crickets or anything. Of course, it was night, I told myself, do what did I expect? There'd be sounds in the morning.
But morning was a long time coming.
* * *
