.Sweet Dreams
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake. but I do own my hairbrush. that's something!
A/N: thanks for the great reviews I got from uz guys; it was nice. This one's kinda' long, so I split it up into two. There's nothing much I gotta' say this time, I still haven't chosen a new name, but I'm thinking. Oh, and about the meatboy thing and the Sacred Moon, there's this book that uz should read by Annette Curtis Klause. It's called Blood and Chocolate. It's about this young werewolf, Vivian, and how she meets this meatboy, human, and falls for him when everyone doesn't want her to. It's a really good book though, and the author is really good at descriptions. I wish I could write like her. I know I sound like a plug, but if you like Wolf Lake, you will definitely love that book. It's on Amazon.com if you want to know. Oh, and if you've got any suggestions for me about my writing, you can e- mail at yobear2k@hotmail.com, put the title in the subject box so I don't chuck it as fake mail. Thanks, now you can read. ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.Sweet Dreams II
Letting the throaty yawn rumble throughout her small frame, she looked out the window. It was still dark outside; dawn's little fingers had barely began crawling over the horizon.
She gazed at the breathtaking sight, wondering if the beauty stolen from her eyes were real. Tearing her eyes away from the incredible sight, she looked at the digital clock beside her bed. The large neon green lights read 5: 30.
It was five-thirty in the morning.
"Morning," she smiled.
There was no other word that felt so good to her lips. Never has one word felt so good to utter. For so long she'd dreaded the night and the dreams that woke her during the night soaking in sweat. She worried about when her fight would end and her body would betray her by closing her eyes, opening the portal to that terrifying world once again.
Wiping her sweat-drenched face with the back of her hand, she squeezed the tube of purple paint with the other. Dipping the paintbrush in the thick color, she began to smear it on the canvass at a predestined spot. She saw as the idea in her mind began to unfold into this odd painting. Although the muscle cramps and spasms had occurred tonight, along with the splitting pains in her head and the uncontrollable screams of anguish, nothing could disrupt the creativity bursting from her arm, and consuming the once blank canvass.
All her fears were erased as she let her arm work on it's own accord, never questioning what was developing on this flat plane. Her body calmed and went with the flow, enjoying the soft tingle under her skin as she let the creativity take over her body.
She worked diligently until the sudden scream of System of a Down's "Toxicity" came from the radio.
Stepping up from the desk, she trudged to her bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind her. Staring up at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled. Sure she looked like shit, weeks of no sleep would do that to a person, but the streaks of blue, black, purple and red were a little of a surprise.
Pulling out the bottle of Listerine, she washed her mouth then pulled out her toothbrush and began the morning routine. When she'd finally stripped off her tank and pajama pants, she stepped into the steaming hot shower, awakening those senses that didn't have to endure the pain of those vivid dreams.
Drying off and exiting the bathroom, she began to dress for another day of trivial knowledge. Pulling on a red t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she searched the cluttered room for her shoes.
Ever since these dreams began, she'd found it increasingly hard to concentrate, which also seemed to compromise her organizational skills.
Finally finding them underneath her bed, she pulled on the shoes and began searching the chamber for a hair scrunchie.
"Sophia," her father called from just behind her door.
"Yeah Dad?" she asked pulling her hair into a long braided ponytail.
Opening the door, he came in. "What would you like for breakfast?"
Her stomach grumbled. She groaned inwardly. As much as she would give to have a bacon waffle with warm maple syrup and little bacon bits sprinkled across the top, a cheese omelet on the side, and a French vanilla coffee with a mound of whip cream decorating the top, from last night's wretch fest in her bathroom, she knew that food wasn't a good idea.
"Nothing Dad, I'll get something at school." She lied.
"You haven't been eating lately." He stated.
"I have." She lied again.
"You're getting thinner, I want you to start eating more. I don't like the look of you." He said before turning to leave the room.
She watched as her Dad left, pondering his words in her head. He was right; she was getting thinner. Her body couldn't adjust to the changes as well as everyone else could. When Luke was going through the Change, he hadn't suffered for as long, or as hard as she.
Grabbing her backpack and leaving, she pushed all thoughts of Luke Cates out of her head. She'd spent so much times thinking about what he'd said that night last week that his words began to lose all meaning. He was so sweet, telling her that she was innocent and beautiful and meant a lot to him, but also telling her, without words that no matter what, they could never be together. He may have never said those words, but the whole speech about her soul mate sure did the job. He'd basically told her that there was some guy out there for her, and it wasn't him, so she'd have to go looking for Prince Charming.
The sad thing was, that she wished it were him. Luke Cates may have been an incorrigible flirt, with only one thing on his mind, but there was so much more to him. He was assertive, strong, caring, carefree, protective, and the truest Luke he could be. He risked everything for those that he loved. Whenever he loved someone, it was with the deepest part of his heart. He loved them with the most precious part of his soul, wanting to protect them with his whole being, never abandoning them in their time of need. That was one of the reasons why he'd make a great Alpha, loving his people beyond the boundaries of the world.
Shaking Luke Cates out of her head, she sat in her seat for Algebra, and pulled out her book, ready for another day of learning stuff she'd never use now that she was bound to this backwards town forever.
~***~
He sat in the back of the class watching her as he felt her mind wander away from the lackluster chamber, to the unknown. What could possible be happening to her to make her so. uninterested in the things she used to find exciting.
For as long as he'd known her, one of her greatest ambitions was to see the world in its entirety, and touch the earth with her fingers. She was fascinated at how people lived away from technology and the Christian god. She wanted to visit the elephant orphanage in Kenya, and the beautiful mosques of Turkey. She wanted to witness a Tea Ceremony in Japan and eat in the quaint little bistros of Paris. She wanted to climb the mountains of Tibet and sleep under the six months of darkness in Siberia. She wanted to witness with her own eyes what those documentaries on Global Trekker revealed to her.
When she'd finally gotten the chance to see the world with her own eyes, she'd declined. He didn't understand it. Why did she run when the world that she'd always wanted was opened to her? Was she afraid? Was the thought of leaving her Father alone for three months too much for her? Why didn't she just go?
~***~
"Why are you walking me home now, the sun's still out?" she sighed.
"I told you, I'm worried."
"Where's the brat pack? Shouldn't you be instructing them to rob a liquor store? Or at least you should be screwing Prestley on top of someone's car in the school parking lot?"
Ignoring her comment, he looked at her. "Are you still having those nightmares?"
"Obviously." She sighed looking up at him with bags under her eyes.
"Yeah, you do look like shit." He grinned at his own joke.
"Boy Cates, you really know how to make a girl feel good about herself. Wow, I feel like a million bucks!"
"You know what I mean." He smiled.
"Whatever."
"So, um, what are you doing Friday night?"
"Got a date."
This time he stopped, his rage bubbled throughout him, making him look undeniably dangerous.
"With who?"
"Scott." She replied stopping too.
"Who's Scott?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.
"You don't know him." She shrugged.
"Is he a meatboy?"
"A human, yes."
"You can't go out with him."
"Why not?"
"Because.because." he was searching for a reason in his head.
"Ooo, because! Let me call him up right now and break it off with him. When he asks why, I'll say.because!" she said sarcastically.
"Because you're one of us and it's against our rules to mate with the other kind."
"First of all, it's a date, nobody said anything about mating. Second of all, I'm a half-breed; there is no guarantee that I'm going to Change. I'm not one of you Luke, no matter how much you wish you had me under your control. I'm human, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"You cannot go out with him!" he demanded.
"Who in the hell do you think you are? I'm not one of your dick-less brat pack friends. I have my own mind! You are not Alpha over me, and therefore have no jurisdiction. I can go out with whoever I want!"
"Sophia, I forbid you to see him!"
"Ooo, another one of those words, forbid! What's with you? Why are you going all caveman on me? It can't be that you're jealous; you've got so many girls on your string that you shouldn't even remember my name. So what is it, what's got you so protective of something that isn't even yours?"
*Oh how I wished you were!* Luke sighed wishing his lips could say what his heart did.
"He's trying to get in your pants!" he offered.
"Cates, he's not you! Plus he asked me out way before this whole virgin thing."
"Every teenage guy wants to get in your pants, especially now that you've announced that you're a virgin."
"That's so sick." She frowned turning away from him. "You don't even know him."
"I know what he's thinking."
"Too bad you don't know what I'm thinking, but don't worry, I'm gunna' spell it out for you. I don't get you Cates. One minute your preaching to me about how you care about me and wish me the best, and the next minute you're forbidding me from seeing a guy that I really like. You say you want me to be happy, but you don't want me to be happy with a meat- human. I'm not one of you, and I don't know why you're so set on putting me there? I thought you were my friend, I thought you understood my predicament? I guess you're just like those mindless friends of yours that you think for. I thought you would---"
"What?" he yelled upset.
Then she let out a strangled cry as she clutched her stomach. Her eyes clenched shut in pain as she began to double over.
"Sophia, what is it?" he asked, the rage in his voice gone now, leaving only concern.
She grabbed his shoulder, her fingers digging into him painfully. Placing her forehead on the same shoulder, she tried to take deep breaths to calm down, but they only came out in screams.
It felt as if her stomach was ripping apart. In reality it was shifting, turning to accommodate her changing body.
"What is it?" he repeated.
"I'm on my period!" she lied through the pain.
"No you're not. I can smell when you're menstruating. Don't lie to me! Now what's wrong?" he demanded.
"It feels like my stomach is trying to strangle itself." She gasped.
Something snapped- the nightmares, the cramps, the change in her scent, and her demeanor- there was only one reason why all of this was happening:
"You're Changing aren't you?" he asked softly.
"N-yes!" she screamed, her hand clutching her side.
"C'mon, I gotta' get you somewhere."
"I.I can't.aah!" she screamed.
Catching her by surprise, he lifted her into his arms effortlessly. "Put your arms around my neck!" he ordered.
"But it hurts so much." She gasped, the pain intensifying.
"Listen to me." He repeated.
This time she obeyed, placing her head on his shoulder, trying to control her breathing.
"You're body's trying to adjust to your Change. I know it hurts really bad now, but after you've changed, it'll all be over. You won't have to go through this again."
She didn't say anything as a whimper escaped her lips.
"I'm taking you to my house, ok?"
She nodded slightly, nuzzling her face in the hallow of his neck.
Walking into his house, he headed straight for his room. Laying her gently on the bed, he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, the feeling will pass." He whispered gently pushing the hair away from her eyes.
"Thank you." She moaned clutching her stomach.
Lying there for a moment, she looked into his emerald green eyes; mesmerized by the way they changed like facets of a diamond as a new emotion consumed him. When they were talking about Scott they were the color of hunter's green. But now as he leaned over her, caressing the side of her face with his rough, slightly calloused hands, they were the color of a sour apple, just as the sun began to set, illuminating them to an almost greenish gold.
A smile illuminated his features as he looked at her lying in his bed. She seemed so innocent, so helpless and vulnerable. The agony had never left her face as the pain consumed her, yet she fought it. She stared into his eyes, not speaking, just needing the feel of him before her to sustain this beautiful moment.
Suddenly she jumped up from the bed, pushing him aside and ran into the bathroom. Following behind her, he watched as she wretched in the toilet.
Rubbing her back in slow circles, he leaned over her. "What did you throw up?"
"N-nothing," she gasped for breath, "I haven't eaten in days."
After she'd finally stopped, he pulled her to him. "C'mon, let's get you in bed."
Following behind him, she closed her eyes. Helping her into bed, he watched as she pulled herself into the fetal position. Sliding in behind her, his body pressed closely to hers, spooning her. Her body was tense against his, as she held her stomach, which was still twisting excruciatingly.
"Here, let me do that." He whispered.
Wrapping his arms around her body, he gently grasped her stomach and began to firmly knead it. As he massaged her stomach, he felt her muscles begin to relax. Soon she was untangled from the tight position and simply lying in his arms.
He listened as her breathing slowed down and evened out. Every so often, he could hear a soft hiss escape her.
"Feel better?" He whispered against her skin.
"Mmmhmm." She nodded slightly.
As he lay there beside her, he could feel her body mold into his as she relaxed. Soon all was heard was the methodical rhythm of her breathing. As he nuzzled closer to her, he knew she was asleep.
~***~
Her eyes scanned the perimeter as she looked for any sign of anyone at home. Scaling around the back, she peeked through the window and found him lying on his bed, his back facing her.
"Luke, wake up." She hissed through the opened window.
He didn't even stir.
"Wake up." She said climbing through this window into the small chamber.
"Go away." He moaned, flicking his hand as if she was a fly, then returning them to their previous position.
Suddenly she saw it. Lying beside him was a young girl. From her long, brown hair to her soft vanilla scent, this was a girl she knew all too well.
"What is she doing here? And why are you in bed with her?" she yelled.
Both Luke and Sophia woke up with a start. Turning as one, they looked at the outraged Prestley.
"Prestley, what are you doing here?" he asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"What is she doing here?" she repeated.
"None of your damn business." He replied, his voice dangerously low.
"Are you sleeping with her?" she asked, choosing to ignore the anger in his voice.
"Obviously." He cried. "Now can you please go away?"
"She's not one of us, you can't be with her." She argued.
"Who in the hell are you to tell me what I can or can't do? I can do whatever I want and it's none of your damn business."
"I never thought you'd run with your tail between your legs for a half- breed." She spat.
"What did you say?" he asked this time jumping out of bed.
Standing over her, proud and eminent, he watched as she cowered beneath him. Her blue eyes, once filled with jealous anger, now fell to the ground. He could see the embarrassment rise in her face reaching her scalp as she moved back a step. He felt the change in her scent as the jealousy faded and she stood there ashamed.
"N-nothing." She mumbled.
"You did say something." he whispered, his voice dangerous, "Now apologize to Sophia for waking her up."
She didn't look at him, but he could smell her anger rising.
"No, Luke, she doesn't have to do that." Sophia said behind him
Turning, he looked at her with eyes now lightened to hazel. "She will apologize." He said softly, yet firmly.
Their eyes held firmly as Prestley mumbled something under her breath and left out the way she came.
"Damn coward." He whispered referring to Prestley.
"Did you really expect her to face you? You didn't have to make her do that." She whispered back.
"I'm Alpha, she had no right to say that about me or you. It had nothing to do with the pack. It was common courtesy. She had no right to talk so rudely. No matter who it had been, I would have made her apologize."
"Well thanks anyway." She sighed.
Climbing into the bed again, he wrapped his arms around her, still looking in her eyes. Her big chocolate-kissed eyes with the beautiful flecks of gold stared back into his, and her lips were drawn into a small smile.
"Hey you." He grinned back.
A laugh tumbled out her mouth as his now green eyes twinkled. "Are you on you're period? 'Cuz you seem to switch moods like the rest of them!"
"Ha ha." He smirked.
"It's nice to know that you've adopted my philosophy. After I tried to beat it in your head for weeks, you've finally grasped it with only one confrontation with Prestley."
"What are you talking about?"
"And I repeat, 'Who in the hell are you to tell me what I can or can't do? I can do whatever I want and it's none of your damn business'." She laughed.
"It still doesn't work in your case, but for mine, it's perfect."
"So why did you blow off Prestley? She came in here like it was a normal thing?" she asked, suddenly becoming serious again.
"Do you know how beautiful you are when you sleep?" he muttered changing the subject, the smile still tickling his lips.
"No." she smiled disarmingly, gently nuzzling into his shoulder. "I can't exactly see myself with my eyes closed, but you can describe it to me."
His smile grew bigger as she tried to move even closer to him, breathing in his shoulder. Gently rubbing her back, he began to describe it to her. "Well, your soft lips lift gently at the corners in a smile, as if you're thinking of something mischievous, and the thin skin of your eyelids can hardly shield the delight you get from that great dream you're dreaming, and."
He couldn't erase the smile from his face as he reveled in the feeling of her body pressed against his. He loved the feeling of her so close to him, so near to his heart. He held her closer to him, praying that this wasn't the last time that he'd get to hold her like this, in the way that he'd wanted all his life.
She was asleep again. From what he'd experienced while he was Changing, he was sure that she hadn't gotten a lot of sleep.
TBC.
A/N: hoped you liked it, now I need you to do something for me. You see that purple button right there to your right? Yeah? Ok, I need you to click on that, and then write (type) a review, and please, no flames, I suffer from low self-esteem. R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake. but I do own my hairbrush. that's something!
A/N: thanks for the great reviews I got from uz guys; it was nice. This one's kinda' long, so I split it up into two. There's nothing much I gotta' say this time, I still haven't chosen a new name, but I'm thinking. Oh, and about the meatboy thing and the Sacred Moon, there's this book that uz should read by Annette Curtis Klause. It's called Blood and Chocolate. It's about this young werewolf, Vivian, and how she meets this meatboy, human, and falls for him when everyone doesn't want her to. It's a really good book though, and the author is really good at descriptions. I wish I could write like her. I know I sound like a plug, but if you like Wolf Lake, you will definitely love that book. It's on Amazon.com if you want to know. Oh, and if you've got any suggestions for me about my writing, you can e- mail at yobear2k@hotmail.com, put the title in the subject box so I don't chuck it as fake mail. Thanks, now you can read. ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.Sweet Dreams II
Letting the throaty yawn rumble throughout her small frame, she looked out the window. It was still dark outside; dawn's little fingers had barely began crawling over the horizon.
She gazed at the breathtaking sight, wondering if the beauty stolen from her eyes were real. Tearing her eyes away from the incredible sight, she looked at the digital clock beside her bed. The large neon green lights read 5: 30.
It was five-thirty in the morning.
"Morning," she smiled.
There was no other word that felt so good to her lips. Never has one word felt so good to utter. For so long she'd dreaded the night and the dreams that woke her during the night soaking in sweat. She worried about when her fight would end and her body would betray her by closing her eyes, opening the portal to that terrifying world once again.
Wiping her sweat-drenched face with the back of her hand, she squeezed the tube of purple paint with the other. Dipping the paintbrush in the thick color, she began to smear it on the canvass at a predestined spot. She saw as the idea in her mind began to unfold into this odd painting. Although the muscle cramps and spasms had occurred tonight, along with the splitting pains in her head and the uncontrollable screams of anguish, nothing could disrupt the creativity bursting from her arm, and consuming the once blank canvass.
All her fears were erased as she let her arm work on it's own accord, never questioning what was developing on this flat plane. Her body calmed and went with the flow, enjoying the soft tingle under her skin as she let the creativity take over her body.
She worked diligently until the sudden scream of System of a Down's "Toxicity" came from the radio.
Stepping up from the desk, she trudged to her bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind her. Staring up at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled. Sure she looked like shit, weeks of no sleep would do that to a person, but the streaks of blue, black, purple and red were a little of a surprise.
Pulling out the bottle of Listerine, she washed her mouth then pulled out her toothbrush and began the morning routine. When she'd finally stripped off her tank and pajama pants, she stepped into the steaming hot shower, awakening those senses that didn't have to endure the pain of those vivid dreams.
Drying off and exiting the bathroom, she began to dress for another day of trivial knowledge. Pulling on a red t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she searched the cluttered room for her shoes.
Ever since these dreams began, she'd found it increasingly hard to concentrate, which also seemed to compromise her organizational skills.
Finally finding them underneath her bed, she pulled on the shoes and began searching the chamber for a hair scrunchie.
"Sophia," her father called from just behind her door.
"Yeah Dad?" she asked pulling her hair into a long braided ponytail.
Opening the door, he came in. "What would you like for breakfast?"
Her stomach grumbled. She groaned inwardly. As much as she would give to have a bacon waffle with warm maple syrup and little bacon bits sprinkled across the top, a cheese omelet on the side, and a French vanilla coffee with a mound of whip cream decorating the top, from last night's wretch fest in her bathroom, she knew that food wasn't a good idea.
"Nothing Dad, I'll get something at school." She lied.
"You haven't been eating lately." He stated.
"I have." She lied again.
"You're getting thinner, I want you to start eating more. I don't like the look of you." He said before turning to leave the room.
She watched as her Dad left, pondering his words in her head. He was right; she was getting thinner. Her body couldn't adjust to the changes as well as everyone else could. When Luke was going through the Change, he hadn't suffered for as long, or as hard as she.
Grabbing her backpack and leaving, she pushed all thoughts of Luke Cates out of her head. She'd spent so much times thinking about what he'd said that night last week that his words began to lose all meaning. He was so sweet, telling her that she was innocent and beautiful and meant a lot to him, but also telling her, without words that no matter what, they could never be together. He may have never said those words, but the whole speech about her soul mate sure did the job. He'd basically told her that there was some guy out there for her, and it wasn't him, so she'd have to go looking for Prince Charming.
The sad thing was, that she wished it were him. Luke Cates may have been an incorrigible flirt, with only one thing on his mind, but there was so much more to him. He was assertive, strong, caring, carefree, protective, and the truest Luke he could be. He risked everything for those that he loved. Whenever he loved someone, it was with the deepest part of his heart. He loved them with the most precious part of his soul, wanting to protect them with his whole being, never abandoning them in their time of need. That was one of the reasons why he'd make a great Alpha, loving his people beyond the boundaries of the world.
Shaking Luke Cates out of her head, she sat in her seat for Algebra, and pulled out her book, ready for another day of learning stuff she'd never use now that she was bound to this backwards town forever.
~***~
He sat in the back of the class watching her as he felt her mind wander away from the lackluster chamber, to the unknown. What could possible be happening to her to make her so. uninterested in the things she used to find exciting.
For as long as he'd known her, one of her greatest ambitions was to see the world in its entirety, and touch the earth with her fingers. She was fascinated at how people lived away from technology and the Christian god. She wanted to visit the elephant orphanage in Kenya, and the beautiful mosques of Turkey. She wanted to witness a Tea Ceremony in Japan and eat in the quaint little bistros of Paris. She wanted to climb the mountains of Tibet and sleep under the six months of darkness in Siberia. She wanted to witness with her own eyes what those documentaries on Global Trekker revealed to her.
When she'd finally gotten the chance to see the world with her own eyes, she'd declined. He didn't understand it. Why did she run when the world that she'd always wanted was opened to her? Was she afraid? Was the thought of leaving her Father alone for three months too much for her? Why didn't she just go?
~***~
"Why are you walking me home now, the sun's still out?" she sighed.
"I told you, I'm worried."
"Where's the brat pack? Shouldn't you be instructing them to rob a liquor store? Or at least you should be screwing Prestley on top of someone's car in the school parking lot?"
Ignoring her comment, he looked at her. "Are you still having those nightmares?"
"Obviously." She sighed looking up at him with bags under her eyes.
"Yeah, you do look like shit." He grinned at his own joke.
"Boy Cates, you really know how to make a girl feel good about herself. Wow, I feel like a million bucks!"
"You know what I mean." He smiled.
"Whatever."
"So, um, what are you doing Friday night?"
"Got a date."
This time he stopped, his rage bubbled throughout him, making him look undeniably dangerous.
"With who?"
"Scott." She replied stopping too.
"Who's Scott?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.
"You don't know him." She shrugged.
"Is he a meatboy?"
"A human, yes."
"You can't go out with him."
"Why not?"
"Because.because." he was searching for a reason in his head.
"Ooo, because! Let me call him up right now and break it off with him. When he asks why, I'll say.because!" she said sarcastically.
"Because you're one of us and it's against our rules to mate with the other kind."
"First of all, it's a date, nobody said anything about mating. Second of all, I'm a half-breed; there is no guarantee that I'm going to Change. I'm not one of you Luke, no matter how much you wish you had me under your control. I'm human, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"You cannot go out with him!" he demanded.
"Who in the hell do you think you are? I'm not one of your dick-less brat pack friends. I have my own mind! You are not Alpha over me, and therefore have no jurisdiction. I can go out with whoever I want!"
"Sophia, I forbid you to see him!"
"Ooo, another one of those words, forbid! What's with you? Why are you going all caveman on me? It can't be that you're jealous; you've got so many girls on your string that you shouldn't even remember my name. So what is it, what's got you so protective of something that isn't even yours?"
*Oh how I wished you were!* Luke sighed wishing his lips could say what his heart did.
"He's trying to get in your pants!" he offered.
"Cates, he's not you! Plus he asked me out way before this whole virgin thing."
"Every teenage guy wants to get in your pants, especially now that you've announced that you're a virgin."
"That's so sick." She frowned turning away from him. "You don't even know him."
"I know what he's thinking."
"Too bad you don't know what I'm thinking, but don't worry, I'm gunna' spell it out for you. I don't get you Cates. One minute your preaching to me about how you care about me and wish me the best, and the next minute you're forbidding me from seeing a guy that I really like. You say you want me to be happy, but you don't want me to be happy with a meat- human. I'm not one of you, and I don't know why you're so set on putting me there? I thought you were my friend, I thought you understood my predicament? I guess you're just like those mindless friends of yours that you think for. I thought you would---"
"What?" he yelled upset.
Then she let out a strangled cry as she clutched her stomach. Her eyes clenched shut in pain as she began to double over.
"Sophia, what is it?" he asked, the rage in his voice gone now, leaving only concern.
She grabbed his shoulder, her fingers digging into him painfully. Placing her forehead on the same shoulder, she tried to take deep breaths to calm down, but they only came out in screams.
It felt as if her stomach was ripping apart. In reality it was shifting, turning to accommodate her changing body.
"What is it?" he repeated.
"I'm on my period!" she lied through the pain.
"No you're not. I can smell when you're menstruating. Don't lie to me! Now what's wrong?" he demanded.
"It feels like my stomach is trying to strangle itself." She gasped.
Something snapped- the nightmares, the cramps, the change in her scent, and her demeanor- there was only one reason why all of this was happening:
"You're Changing aren't you?" he asked softly.
"N-yes!" she screamed, her hand clutching her side.
"C'mon, I gotta' get you somewhere."
"I.I can't.aah!" she screamed.
Catching her by surprise, he lifted her into his arms effortlessly. "Put your arms around my neck!" he ordered.
"But it hurts so much." She gasped, the pain intensifying.
"Listen to me." He repeated.
This time she obeyed, placing her head on his shoulder, trying to control her breathing.
"You're body's trying to adjust to your Change. I know it hurts really bad now, but after you've changed, it'll all be over. You won't have to go through this again."
She didn't say anything as a whimper escaped her lips.
"I'm taking you to my house, ok?"
She nodded slightly, nuzzling her face in the hallow of his neck.
Walking into his house, he headed straight for his room. Laying her gently on the bed, he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, the feeling will pass." He whispered gently pushing the hair away from her eyes.
"Thank you." She moaned clutching her stomach.
Lying there for a moment, she looked into his emerald green eyes; mesmerized by the way they changed like facets of a diamond as a new emotion consumed him. When they were talking about Scott they were the color of hunter's green. But now as he leaned over her, caressing the side of her face with his rough, slightly calloused hands, they were the color of a sour apple, just as the sun began to set, illuminating them to an almost greenish gold.
A smile illuminated his features as he looked at her lying in his bed. She seemed so innocent, so helpless and vulnerable. The agony had never left her face as the pain consumed her, yet she fought it. She stared into his eyes, not speaking, just needing the feel of him before her to sustain this beautiful moment.
Suddenly she jumped up from the bed, pushing him aside and ran into the bathroom. Following behind her, he watched as she wretched in the toilet.
Rubbing her back in slow circles, he leaned over her. "What did you throw up?"
"N-nothing," she gasped for breath, "I haven't eaten in days."
After she'd finally stopped, he pulled her to him. "C'mon, let's get you in bed."
Following behind him, she closed her eyes. Helping her into bed, he watched as she pulled herself into the fetal position. Sliding in behind her, his body pressed closely to hers, spooning her. Her body was tense against his, as she held her stomach, which was still twisting excruciatingly.
"Here, let me do that." He whispered.
Wrapping his arms around her body, he gently grasped her stomach and began to firmly knead it. As he massaged her stomach, he felt her muscles begin to relax. Soon she was untangled from the tight position and simply lying in his arms.
He listened as her breathing slowed down and evened out. Every so often, he could hear a soft hiss escape her.
"Feel better?" He whispered against her skin.
"Mmmhmm." She nodded slightly.
As he lay there beside her, he could feel her body mold into his as she relaxed. Soon all was heard was the methodical rhythm of her breathing. As he nuzzled closer to her, he knew she was asleep.
~***~
Her eyes scanned the perimeter as she looked for any sign of anyone at home. Scaling around the back, she peeked through the window and found him lying on his bed, his back facing her.
"Luke, wake up." She hissed through the opened window.
He didn't even stir.
"Wake up." She said climbing through this window into the small chamber.
"Go away." He moaned, flicking his hand as if she was a fly, then returning them to their previous position.
Suddenly she saw it. Lying beside him was a young girl. From her long, brown hair to her soft vanilla scent, this was a girl she knew all too well.
"What is she doing here? And why are you in bed with her?" she yelled.
Both Luke and Sophia woke up with a start. Turning as one, they looked at the outraged Prestley.
"Prestley, what are you doing here?" he asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"What is she doing here?" she repeated.
"None of your damn business." He replied, his voice dangerously low.
"Are you sleeping with her?" she asked, choosing to ignore the anger in his voice.
"Obviously." He cried. "Now can you please go away?"
"She's not one of us, you can't be with her." She argued.
"Who in the hell are you to tell me what I can or can't do? I can do whatever I want and it's none of your damn business."
"I never thought you'd run with your tail between your legs for a half- breed." She spat.
"What did you say?" he asked this time jumping out of bed.
Standing over her, proud and eminent, he watched as she cowered beneath him. Her blue eyes, once filled with jealous anger, now fell to the ground. He could see the embarrassment rise in her face reaching her scalp as she moved back a step. He felt the change in her scent as the jealousy faded and she stood there ashamed.
"N-nothing." She mumbled.
"You did say something." he whispered, his voice dangerous, "Now apologize to Sophia for waking her up."
She didn't look at him, but he could smell her anger rising.
"No, Luke, she doesn't have to do that." Sophia said behind him
Turning, he looked at her with eyes now lightened to hazel. "She will apologize." He said softly, yet firmly.
Their eyes held firmly as Prestley mumbled something under her breath and left out the way she came.
"Damn coward." He whispered referring to Prestley.
"Did you really expect her to face you? You didn't have to make her do that." She whispered back.
"I'm Alpha, she had no right to say that about me or you. It had nothing to do with the pack. It was common courtesy. She had no right to talk so rudely. No matter who it had been, I would have made her apologize."
"Well thanks anyway." She sighed.
Climbing into the bed again, he wrapped his arms around her, still looking in her eyes. Her big chocolate-kissed eyes with the beautiful flecks of gold stared back into his, and her lips were drawn into a small smile.
"Hey you." He grinned back.
A laugh tumbled out her mouth as his now green eyes twinkled. "Are you on you're period? 'Cuz you seem to switch moods like the rest of them!"
"Ha ha." He smirked.
"It's nice to know that you've adopted my philosophy. After I tried to beat it in your head for weeks, you've finally grasped it with only one confrontation with Prestley."
"What are you talking about?"
"And I repeat, 'Who in the hell are you to tell me what I can or can't do? I can do whatever I want and it's none of your damn business'." She laughed.
"It still doesn't work in your case, but for mine, it's perfect."
"So why did you blow off Prestley? She came in here like it was a normal thing?" she asked, suddenly becoming serious again.
"Do you know how beautiful you are when you sleep?" he muttered changing the subject, the smile still tickling his lips.
"No." she smiled disarmingly, gently nuzzling into his shoulder. "I can't exactly see myself with my eyes closed, but you can describe it to me."
His smile grew bigger as she tried to move even closer to him, breathing in his shoulder. Gently rubbing her back, he began to describe it to her. "Well, your soft lips lift gently at the corners in a smile, as if you're thinking of something mischievous, and the thin skin of your eyelids can hardly shield the delight you get from that great dream you're dreaming, and."
He couldn't erase the smile from his face as he reveled in the feeling of her body pressed against his. He loved the feeling of her so close to him, so near to his heart. He held her closer to him, praying that this wasn't the last time that he'd get to hold her like this, in the way that he'd wanted all his life.
She was asleep again. From what he'd experienced while he was Changing, he was sure that she hadn't gotten a lot of sleep.
TBC.
A/N: hoped you liked it, now I need you to do something for me. You see that purple button right there to your right? Yeah? Ok, I need you to click on that, and then write (type) a review, and please, no flames, I suffer from low self-esteem. R&R.
