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: Hum...this is a toughie. Okay, Eyes was written after the cancellation of Wolf Lake from CBS. I had assumed that it was never coming back again so I can do whatever I wanted with the story without interfering with the show's canon.
Note: For those of you that read my first Wolf Lake fan fic, this story will follow a similar but slightly altered format, you're get it when you read it. And for those of you that have not read my first, it's pretty easy to pick up once you start.
Acknowledgement: Hooray for the return of Wolf Lake!!! Thank you UPN for your wonderful taste in programming. And thanks to everyone that read my first Wolf Lake fan fiction. I hope you all like this one too.
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
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-Sophia's POV-
The helmet was a little small but I wasn't complaining. The wind against my face as the motorcycle roared through town did much to calm my nerves. I was scared; there was no denying that. I was more than scared; I was terrified.
Forget the fact that my father and quasi-boyfriend may be walking into their deaths tonight, forget the fact that half this town will be at war by midnight depending on who the next Alpha is, we can even forget the fact that I'm sitting on a bike going eighty miles per hour around a bend that could kill me.... You know what's got me worried the most? Me.
The night no longer seemed like night anymore. You know how when you go to the movies, the scenes nighttimes scenes were always just clean enough for you to see everything that's going on, like the killer coming up behind the helplessly pathetic heroine that can't hear a mac track coming up from down the street with is horns blazing. Well, take that scene, put a big old spotlight on it and you might be close to what I'm seeing now.
Luke was right. Everything is so much more intense when you're on the brink. The night was sharp with images and sounds. The cold was filled with fragrances that were indescribable. It was like the air was alive.
"You all right, back there?" Kanin asked over his shoulder as he raced down the road. There was something about the way he drove that made me just a tad bit nervous. Maybe it had something to do with the intensity in which was doing everything at the moment.
"Just peachy," I yelled back against the wind. "You think you might want to slow down to mach 3 or something? I think we just passed a concord." He turned his head to look at me, which only made me more nervous. "EYES ON THE ROAD! EYES ON THE ROAD!"
He grinned and gunned the engine of his bike, lifting the vehicle onto its hind wheels.
I think I screamed but I can't be sure of that. The thrill and chill of the moment blanked out my mind. For that half a minute where I thought I was flying; I forgot all my troubles. It was the first time in several days now where I was not occupied with thoughts of doom, gloom and death. Holding on tight, I let Kanin race down the highway at top speed.
When we arrived at his little cabin out in the middle of nowhere, he grinned and pulled off his helmet. "Not the greatest hiding place, but I honestly don't know where else to go this time of night that isn't going to make us stick out like a sore."
"It's fine," I walked up the door, touching the small handgun in my jacket pocket. There was a strong scent of pine, oak and man. Kanin really made this place his in such a short time. "I don't think anyone would be looking for me here."
He unlocked the door and stepped in first. For a second, I thought it was rather ungentlemanly of him to do so, but then I realized he was checking to make sure it was safe. I had forgotten for a moment that he was a cop. Manner or not, his first priority was to secure the premises. Dad use to do that when I was a kid, check everything first.
"So," he shut the door and dropped his keys on a hook. "Think it'll be safe for us to turn on a light?"
"Do we have to?" I asked, moving slowly into the living room. It was dark, with only the full moon peeking though the curtains to illuminate the place. "I think it may be better if we leave them off."
"Am I allowed to ask what the big secret it?" Kanin murmured as he moved about with ease, picking up mugs and soda from the cabinets. "Or is this another something that you're not going to tell me?"
"You're going to learn everything soon enough," I asked, thanking him with a nod for the carbonated beverage. "But I think it would be better if Ruby be the one to..." I jumped as something crashed and rolled.
Kanin's turned his head, eyes reflecting the moonlight giving them almost a golden glow, and listened to the sounds of the night that once again dropped over the place. "Raccoon or something, tipped over a trash can. Probably looking for food. "
I nodded in agreement, catching the sound of small-clawed feet on foil. "Sounds like they found something."
"Yeah," he grinned, turning toward the room at the back of the house. "I'm going to get the better hardware. Stay here and don't go near the windows." He walked away without any trouble in the darkness.
As I continued to listen to the sound of the annoying animal searching through trash, it hit me. Kanin's cabin was a good half a block from the end of the town, just on the out skirt of the woods. His nearest neighbor, if I remembered correctly, was a good ten-minute walk from here. Yet he heard and knew that an animal had knocked over trash and was searching through them.
Now, normally, I would chalk it up to good guessing or even good detective work considering what he does for a living. But this would be the second them he's exhibited traits that were... hum... how should I put this? Traits that were too much like 'them.'
Maybe being around the others was somehow effecting him, but that would just be a really lame theory and totally beneath me. But how can I even begin to explain this?
Not sure and definitely wanting to know, I whispered as quietly as I could, "Kanin?"
"What?" came the reply from the back.
I swallowed hard. He should not have been able to hear that. There was no way he could have...
"Sophia?"
"Yeah?" I answered, eyes on the doorway.
"You called me, what did you need," he asked as he came out again with a fully loaded shotgun in one hand and rather interesting looking handgun in the other. "Don't worry, the safety is on."
"That's good to hear," not sure what else to say.
"You okay?" he asked, eyeing me cautiously. "You're acting kind of weird suddenly.
"Really?" I wanted to swallow my tongue and asked all sorts of questions but nothing came. This made no sense to me. No one outside the pack could possibly have that ability to...to... be so animal like. Yet... "I can't imagine why?"
Am I scared now? Oh yeah.
God, I wish Luke was here.
TBC...
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: Hum...this is a toughie. Okay, Eyes was written after the cancellation of Wolf Lake from CBS. I had assumed that it was never coming back again so I can do whatever I wanted with the story without interfering with the show's canon.
Note: For those of you that read my first Wolf Lake fan fic, this story will follow a similar but slightly altered format, you're get it when you read it. And for those of you that have not read my first, it's pretty easy to pick up once you start.
Acknowledgement: Hooray for the return of Wolf Lake!!! Thank you UPN for your wonderful taste in programming. And thanks to everyone that read my first Wolf Lake fan fiction. I hope you all like this one too.
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
~~~~~~~~~~
-Sophia's POV-
The helmet was a little small but I wasn't complaining. The wind against my face as the motorcycle roared through town did much to calm my nerves. I was scared; there was no denying that. I was more than scared; I was terrified.
Forget the fact that my father and quasi-boyfriend may be walking into their deaths tonight, forget the fact that half this town will be at war by midnight depending on who the next Alpha is, we can even forget the fact that I'm sitting on a bike going eighty miles per hour around a bend that could kill me.... You know what's got me worried the most? Me.
The night no longer seemed like night anymore. You know how when you go to the movies, the scenes nighttimes scenes were always just clean enough for you to see everything that's going on, like the killer coming up behind the helplessly pathetic heroine that can't hear a mac track coming up from down the street with is horns blazing. Well, take that scene, put a big old spotlight on it and you might be close to what I'm seeing now.
Luke was right. Everything is so much more intense when you're on the brink. The night was sharp with images and sounds. The cold was filled with fragrances that were indescribable. It was like the air was alive.
"You all right, back there?" Kanin asked over his shoulder as he raced down the road. There was something about the way he drove that made me just a tad bit nervous. Maybe it had something to do with the intensity in which was doing everything at the moment.
"Just peachy," I yelled back against the wind. "You think you might want to slow down to mach 3 or something? I think we just passed a concord." He turned his head to look at me, which only made me more nervous. "EYES ON THE ROAD! EYES ON THE ROAD!"
He grinned and gunned the engine of his bike, lifting the vehicle onto its hind wheels.
I think I screamed but I can't be sure of that. The thrill and chill of the moment blanked out my mind. For that half a minute where I thought I was flying; I forgot all my troubles. It was the first time in several days now where I was not occupied with thoughts of doom, gloom and death. Holding on tight, I let Kanin race down the highway at top speed.
When we arrived at his little cabin out in the middle of nowhere, he grinned and pulled off his helmet. "Not the greatest hiding place, but I honestly don't know where else to go this time of night that isn't going to make us stick out like a sore."
"It's fine," I walked up the door, touching the small handgun in my jacket pocket. There was a strong scent of pine, oak and man. Kanin really made this place his in such a short time. "I don't think anyone would be looking for me here."
He unlocked the door and stepped in first. For a second, I thought it was rather ungentlemanly of him to do so, but then I realized he was checking to make sure it was safe. I had forgotten for a moment that he was a cop. Manner or not, his first priority was to secure the premises. Dad use to do that when I was a kid, check everything first.
"So," he shut the door and dropped his keys on a hook. "Think it'll be safe for us to turn on a light?"
"Do we have to?" I asked, moving slowly into the living room. It was dark, with only the full moon peeking though the curtains to illuminate the place. "I think it may be better if we leave them off."
"Am I allowed to ask what the big secret it?" Kanin murmured as he moved about with ease, picking up mugs and soda from the cabinets. "Or is this another something that you're not going to tell me?"
"You're going to learn everything soon enough," I asked, thanking him with a nod for the carbonated beverage. "But I think it would be better if Ruby be the one to..." I jumped as something crashed and rolled.
Kanin's turned his head, eyes reflecting the moonlight giving them almost a golden glow, and listened to the sounds of the night that once again dropped over the place. "Raccoon or something, tipped over a trash can. Probably looking for food. "
I nodded in agreement, catching the sound of small-clawed feet on foil. "Sounds like they found something."
"Yeah," he grinned, turning toward the room at the back of the house. "I'm going to get the better hardware. Stay here and don't go near the windows." He walked away without any trouble in the darkness.
As I continued to listen to the sound of the annoying animal searching through trash, it hit me. Kanin's cabin was a good half a block from the end of the town, just on the out skirt of the woods. His nearest neighbor, if I remembered correctly, was a good ten-minute walk from here. Yet he heard and knew that an animal had knocked over trash and was searching through them.
Now, normally, I would chalk it up to good guessing or even good detective work considering what he does for a living. But this would be the second them he's exhibited traits that were... hum... how should I put this? Traits that were too much like 'them.'
Maybe being around the others was somehow effecting him, but that would just be a really lame theory and totally beneath me. But how can I even begin to explain this?
Not sure and definitely wanting to know, I whispered as quietly as I could, "Kanin?"
"What?" came the reply from the back.
I swallowed hard. He should not have been able to hear that. There was no way he could have...
"Sophia?"
"Yeah?" I answered, eyes on the doorway.
"You called me, what did you need," he asked as he came out again with a fully loaded shotgun in one hand and rather interesting looking handgun in the other. "Don't worry, the safety is on."
"That's good to hear," not sure what else to say.
"You okay?" he asked, eyeing me cautiously. "You're acting kind of weird suddenly.
"Really?" I wanted to swallow my tongue and asked all sorts of questions but nothing came. This made no sense to me. No one outside the pack could possibly have that ability to...to... be so animal like. Yet... "I can't imagine why?"
Am I scared now? Oh yeah.
God, I wish Luke was here.
TBC...
