The Normal Life
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. Sequel to "Eyes of Brown... or is it Green," kind of.
Timeline: Okay, remember that this is after Willard Cates has been killed but incorporates all the elements that have been in my story. Oh, and after this chapter, totally off canon.
Note: Hooray for the return of Wolf Lake!!! I just found out that UPN will be at least airing reruns of the show for the next couple of weeks. Which means there is a chance of another season. Cross your fingers and toes guys, there's to hoping!
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
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-Vivian's POV-
I knew it shook him. I shouldn't have done it like that, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. I don't have the luxury of sparing any more energy on being gentle. And there is nothing like parental protectiveness to get a person on the defensive. "They'll kill her. She is Luke's mate, she'll have to die."
"No!" He turned away, those bright blue eyes sharp with denial. I hated myself for putting that look there, that look of half panic, half desperation. God knows I knew how he felt. "No, I won't let that happen."
It gave me hope to hear that. "You really think you can control it, Matt?"
He doesn't answer me. We stood there for a while, just looking over the vast treetops that surrounded my home for the past sixteen years like walls of a fortress. But this fortress is currently under siege and at any moment, the walls can crumble around me. I fear for myself, for my family, for my son.
Strange, this was the first time I've felt any fear since the day I learned that Matt had secretly eloped with Marie. I had felt enormous fear that day. But there had been hope. Willard had been there to rescue me that fateful day. He had swooped in on his white charger and saved me. But Willard was no longer here. He couldn't save nor protect me and mine. I only have myself to rely on now. Me and perhaps another...
"The clan will meet in three days time to vote. The killings will happen you know. The killings will start tonight if not at this farce of a wake." The anger that surged through me left me shaken. I was on the verge of going wild. These people in my house, in my home, they were there to take over. They wanted everything I've build for myself over the last sixteen years. God how I hated every one of them. "If you're thinking of taking Sophia out of town, don't. They'll be watching you. They'll be watching her. She'd be dead before you even..."
He turned so quick that I was startled and it took a hell lot to frighten me these days. "I can protect my own." It wasn't the words that gave me hope; it was the glow in his eyes. How many years have it been since I've seen it last? And yet it still gave me a thrill to witness the power behind it. "Anyone that thinks they're going to get my daughter with me around has another thing coming."
I had to force myself not to smile, not to laugh with joy. The Matthew Donner I knew was back.
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-Ruby's POV-
The whistling of the wind through the trees always sounded to me like the crying of Mother Nature. Perhaps that's appropriate for this day. He let me go though the consequences to the pack could be detrimental. But he let me go because he was my father and he loved me. How do you hate someone that loved you so much?
Sitting by his grave, I have to wonder what went through his mind those last few seconds on earth. Did he hate me for my need to be with John? Who pulled the trigger? Who killed my father? And was he killed because he couldn't kill me?
Why did life have to be so complicated?
His scent was carried to me by the wind. He made no attempt to disguise his approach; he knew he didn't need to. "I thought you'd be here."
"Did you think I wouldn't be around?" I asked quietly, and smiled as he sat down on the dirt next to me. Strong around came around me, squeezing my shoulders in comfort both for himself and for me. "How are you, little brother?"
"Better," he smiled, eyes filled with sadness but there was something else there. "Much better now."
He had a scent not of his clinging to him. Lavender was nice but definitely not him. "Who is she?"
Light eyes turned toward me. Luke looked so much like his mother sometimes that I forget that he was my brother, that we shared some of the same blood that both blessed and cursed us. The blank coldness passed his glaze. "Sophia."
I was not sure why it surprised me but it did. "Sheriff Donner's daughter?"
"You know any other Sophia around here?" he smiled. I could see the sheer joy that was there, but something tinted the sweetness of young love. "She's... She's incredible."
It was heartless for me to say it but someone has to. "She's human."
"That's what you and her father like to believe."
I can see it, taste it; he completely believes what he said. "You know something you'd like to share with me?"
"I don't need to," he turned to stare at the soft dirt that covered the grave. "The town will know soon enough. No need for me to..."
"They'll kill her," but then he already knew that. It was there in his eyes, all that fear and sorrow was not merely for himself and our deceased father. "You have to get her out of here."
"I can't," he looked so forlorn. "They're watching, waiting. Not just me but her too." He laughed bitterly. "Not four days ago announced to the world the I was going to make Sophia my mate. I thought it was the most wonderful thing in the world. Now... Now it's going to be the bullet that kills her. I've signed her death warrant."
"You didn't know this was going to happen," I hated to see him like this. God, do I look as love-lost as he does right now? John... How can I... "You may be safe, you know."
"You are not going to marry Tyler." Luke said so causally that I blinked. "He doesn't deserve you."
"It would keep the killings from happening and keep you safe." It was a bitter pill to swallow. The thought of long days and longer nights with a man that would sell his mother to the devil for some pack leverage was enough to make me want to trade places with my father. "Besides, at one point Tyler and I were..."
"You're in love with someone else," he looked at him, those teenage eyes so wise and old with burdens. "A month ago I'd probably say screw it and tell you to do what's right for the clan. But now..."
"Now you've taste the sweet torture of love," I smiled both with amusement and sympathy.
"Mock it all you like, Rubes. You know that I'm right. The kind of life you'd be making for yourself, it'll kill your spirits. And like dad once said, if you kill the spirit, the body will wither and die." He reached out, gripped my hand with strength that I knew would grow with time. "Don't do it, especially not for me. I'd hate you for it and then I'd have to hate myself for it as well."
I believe him. The knowledge hurt even as it thrilled. "So what do we do?"
"We wait," he nodded his head and sighed. Getting up, he reached out and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. "It's time you come out into the open. John Kanin isn't going to go away and you can't leave, that much Dad and I agreed whole-heartedly. The pack is coming to come get use to it. We'll see what happens in three days and decide what the fate has in stored for us. In the mean time, it's time you moved back into the house. We're a family, no matter what."
The smile came before I realized that it was there. "When did you become so wise?"
"When Dad died." He looked at the grave once more. "Good bye, Dad. Rest in peace."
Rest in peace. It was easily for him to rest in peace. It's living that's going to be hard. Why couldn't I have had a normal life?
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. Sequel to "Eyes of Brown... or is it Green," kind of.
Timeline: Okay, remember that this is after Willard Cates has been killed but incorporates all the elements that have been in my story. Oh, and after this chapter, totally off canon.
Note: Hooray for the return of Wolf Lake!!! I just found out that UPN will be at least airing reruns of the show for the next couple of weeks. Which means there is a chance of another season. Cross your fingers and toes guys, there's to hoping!
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
~~~~~~~~~~
-Vivian's POV-
I knew it shook him. I shouldn't have done it like that, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. I don't have the luxury of sparing any more energy on being gentle. And there is nothing like parental protectiveness to get a person on the defensive. "They'll kill her. She is Luke's mate, she'll have to die."
"No!" He turned away, those bright blue eyes sharp with denial. I hated myself for putting that look there, that look of half panic, half desperation. God knows I knew how he felt. "No, I won't let that happen."
It gave me hope to hear that. "You really think you can control it, Matt?"
He doesn't answer me. We stood there for a while, just looking over the vast treetops that surrounded my home for the past sixteen years like walls of a fortress. But this fortress is currently under siege and at any moment, the walls can crumble around me. I fear for myself, for my family, for my son.
Strange, this was the first time I've felt any fear since the day I learned that Matt had secretly eloped with Marie. I had felt enormous fear that day. But there had been hope. Willard had been there to rescue me that fateful day. He had swooped in on his white charger and saved me. But Willard was no longer here. He couldn't save nor protect me and mine. I only have myself to rely on now. Me and perhaps another...
"The clan will meet in three days time to vote. The killings will happen you know. The killings will start tonight if not at this farce of a wake." The anger that surged through me left me shaken. I was on the verge of going wild. These people in my house, in my home, they were there to take over. They wanted everything I've build for myself over the last sixteen years. God how I hated every one of them. "If you're thinking of taking Sophia out of town, don't. They'll be watching you. They'll be watching her. She'd be dead before you even..."
He turned so quick that I was startled and it took a hell lot to frighten me these days. "I can protect my own." It wasn't the words that gave me hope; it was the glow in his eyes. How many years have it been since I've seen it last? And yet it still gave me a thrill to witness the power behind it. "Anyone that thinks they're going to get my daughter with me around has another thing coming."
I had to force myself not to smile, not to laugh with joy. The Matthew Donner I knew was back.
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-Ruby's POV-
The whistling of the wind through the trees always sounded to me like the crying of Mother Nature. Perhaps that's appropriate for this day. He let me go though the consequences to the pack could be detrimental. But he let me go because he was my father and he loved me. How do you hate someone that loved you so much?
Sitting by his grave, I have to wonder what went through his mind those last few seconds on earth. Did he hate me for my need to be with John? Who pulled the trigger? Who killed my father? And was he killed because he couldn't kill me?
Why did life have to be so complicated?
His scent was carried to me by the wind. He made no attempt to disguise his approach; he knew he didn't need to. "I thought you'd be here."
"Did you think I wouldn't be around?" I asked quietly, and smiled as he sat down on the dirt next to me. Strong around came around me, squeezing my shoulders in comfort both for himself and for me. "How are you, little brother?"
"Better," he smiled, eyes filled with sadness but there was something else there. "Much better now."
He had a scent not of his clinging to him. Lavender was nice but definitely not him. "Who is she?"
Light eyes turned toward me. Luke looked so much like his mother sometimes that I forget that he was my brother, that we shared some of the same blood that both blessed and cursed us. The blank coldness passed his glaze. "Sophia."
I was not sure why it surprised me but it did. "Sheriff Donner's daughter?"
"You know any other Sophia around here?" he smiled. I could see the sheer joy that was there, but something tinted the sweetness of young love. "She's... She's incredible."
It was heartless for me to say it but someone has to. "She's human."
"That's what you and her father like to believe."
I can see it, taste it; he completely believes what he said. "You know something you'd like to share with me?"
"I don't need to," he turned to stare at the soft dirt that covered the grave. "The town will know soon enough. No need for me to..."
"They'll kill her," but then he already knew that. It was there in his eyes, all that fear and sorrow was not merely for himself and our deceased father. "You have to get her out of here."
"I can't," he looked so forlorn. "They're watching, waiting. Not just me but her too." He laughed bitterly. "Not four days ago announced to the world the I was going to make Sophia my mate. I thought it was the most wonderful thing in the world. Now... Now it's going to be the bullet that kills her. I've signed her death warrant."
"You didn't know this was going to happen," I hated to see him like this. God, do I look as love-lost as he does right now? John... How can I... "You may be safe, you know."
"You are not going to marry Tyler." Luke said so causally that I blinked. "He doesn't deserve you."
"It would keep the killings from happening and keep you safe." It was a bitter pill to swallow. The thought of long days and longer nights with a man that would sell his mother to the devil for some pack leverage was enough to make me want to trade places with my father. "Besides, at one point Tyler and I were..."
"You're in love with someone else," he looked at him, those teenage eyes so wise and old with burdens. "A month ago I'd probably say screw it and tell you to do what's right for the clan. But now..."
"Now you've taste the sweet torture of love," I smiled both with amusement and sympathy.
"Mock it all you like, Rubes. You know that I'm right. The kind of life you'd be making for yourself, it'll kill your spirits. And like dad once said, if you kill the spirit, the body will wither and die." He reached out, gripped my hand with strength that I knew would grow with time. "Don't do it, especially not for me. I'd hate you for it and then I'd have to hate myself for it as well."
I believe him. The knowledge hurt even as it thrilled. "So what do we do?"
"We wait," he nodded his head and sighed. Getting up, he reached out and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. "It's time you come out into the open. John Kanin isn't going to go away and you can't leave, that much Dad and I agreed whole-heartedly. The pack is coming to come get use to it. We'll see what happens in three days and decide what the fate has in stored for us. In the mean time, it's time you moved back into the house. We're a family, no matter what."
The smile came before I realized that it was there. "When did you become so wise?"
"When Dad died." He looked at the grave once more. "Good bye, Dad. Rest in peace."
Rest in peace. It was easily for him to rest in peace. It's living that's going to be hard. Why couldn't I have had a normal life?
