.Sweet dreams (I really need to change the name of this. How do you guys
feel about Thunder? I'll explain it later in the fic.)
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, but if I made a really cute kid cry for it, would you bring it back? I mean it worked for Nikki on American Idol, that baby cried at her horrible performance, and they kicked off R.J. (he has to be gay 'cuz he's too cute to be straight)! So I'll get a cute kid, and you guys make some new episodes! ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.Sweet dreams
Light poured into the dark chamber, dancing over the comfortable furniture, and illuminating everything in its path. Everything looked angelic and new with the pure light flickering over it; but he couldn't see it. All he could see was the red tainting everything in his pain.
Suddenly he could hear the faint pat of footsteps out front. Lifting himself from his seat almost immediately, he strode swiftly towards the front door. From the small rectangular window, he could see her sauntering up the walkway towards the house.
She looked slightly rumpled as she searched around for her keys in her bag. Her long hair was disheveled atop her head. Her jeans, along with her t-shirt were wrinkled underneath a familiar leather jacket.
Leaning over, she removed them and tried to fit them in the lock.
Swinging open the front door before she could turn the key, he was struck by the familiar scent of Luke Cates.
She stared up at him as he glared at her, dangerously silent. His eyes, identical to hers, were a very dark shade of brown, almost black. They stared at her almost cruelly as he searched for any superficial scars.
"Hi Dad." She mumbled with a weak smile.
"Where in the hell were you?" he sneered.
"Uh."
"You were with Him weren't you? You reek of Him!"
She turned her brown eyes away from him, preferring to look at the wine colored carpet. "Dad, it wasn't like that."
"You slept with Him?" he accused.
"Yes, but not how you think. We were doing some homework and I fell asleep."
"Did you sleep with Him all night?"
"Dad, I really don't think we should talk about this now. I've gotta' get shower and change for school."
"Answer me!" he hissed between clenched teeth.
"He slept in one of the guest rooms." She lied.
"Was Vivian there?"
"She didn't know that I was there."
"How did she not know?" he yelled.
"I don't know!" she said, her volume matching his. "Maybe she was preoccupied or something? Maybe she was thinking about the pack!"
"What brought you to the Cates anyway?" he asked, his voice back to normal.
"Luke needed help for the Chemistry test today." She replied, like her father's, her voice back to normal too.
"And I'm sure Prestley couldn't help." He sneered.
"Dad, I gotta' get ready." She sighed.
"Do you have a shift at the diner?"
"Yes."
"What time do you leave?"
"Eight."
"I'll pick you up after your shift. You're grounded, and if I find that you've been hanging out with Luke Cates in school or at the diner, believe me, you will regret it." He assured.
"Yeah Dad," she sighed stepping around him to get in the house. "I just want you to know, I am sorry."
"Yeah right, don't think you're off the hook, young lady."
"Whatever." She mumbled as she headed for her room, no doubt in her head that her father had heard her.
"So how'd it go with Dad?"
"We had a nice little shouting match at the front door. I'm sure the neighbors got a good listen to what Sheriff Donner's little whore of a daughter was doing last night."
"Sorry." He sighed taking a lock of her hair and twirling it around his finger.
"So, he's gunna' pick me up after my shift at the diner, and take me back home so we can 'talk'. I'm grounded, and if I'm found hanging with you in school or at the diner, I will regret it." She smiled looking straight ahead.
"Look Sophie, I'm really sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? I'm the one that chose to stay. Both you and your mom gave me an exit, but I chose to stay. This is all my fault. I should be apologizing to you. So, sorry Cates. I didn't mean to put you in the middle of this. Now he's out for your blood and it's all my fault."
"He's been out for my blood since I was twelve and I kissed you underneath that tree on Independence Day. This was just the needle that tipped the scale."
"We'd better stop talking, my Dad's got eyes and ears all over this damn town." She sighed.
"When Mr. Cates and Ms. Donner finally finish talking about what they're going to wear to prom, I'd like to show the class how to compute these functions into your calculators." Ms. Avery smiled smugly.
Groaning inwardly, she sank lower into her seat, her face blazing red.
Luke chuckled to himself as he let go of her hair and settled into his seat comfortably.
"So what do you have to say for yourself?" Sheriff Donner asked looking intently to his daughter.
"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stay out all night. I fell asleep."
"Is that the best you can do?"
"When I'm telling the truth, yeah."
"Why didn't you call?"
"Yeah Dad, I'll call you while I'm studying with Luke so you can take off work to drag me out of the Cates house? Not only would that be stupid on my part, but it'd embarrass us both!"
"So it was about popularity? You went there so you'd be 'cool'?"
"First of all, I'm not popular, I never will be, and I don't want to be. Second of all, nobody uses that word anymore. Just saying cool makes you un- cool. And third of all, don't you know me better than that? Don't you trust my judgment?"
"I used to trust you."
"Why is it that you can't trust me? Have I done anything to lose your trust?"
"Well last night does ring a bell." He smirked.
"That's what I'm talking about. I made a mistake. I made two minor mistakes. I didn't call and I fell asleep. I made innocent mistakes. You can't count all those times that I've been perfect, that I've proved to you that trusting me should never be an issue. I didn't call and I fell asleep. That's all that happened, so why can't you believe me? Because I did what I've already admitted to? Or is it because my mistakes involved the infamous Luke Cates?"
"Because you couldn't trust me enough to call me and tell me where you were. Because you didn't care enough to relieve me of my worry. That you cared so much about your own disposition that you couldn't sacrifice one phone call to your dear old Dad and reassure him that his only child, his only DAUGHTER, was ok."
"Because you wouldn't trust me to stay there and act like the responsible Sheriff's daughter that you raised me to be. You've been doing this same protective thing since Mom died. You tell me to act a certain way, you teach me to hold my head and my values in a respectable manner, but when it comes time to test my scruples and personality, you swoop in as over- protective father and you shield me from everything. Dad, I'm not five and I don't appreciate being treated like I am!"
"Then maybe you should stop acting like one. Stop throwing these damn educated temper tantrums and take responsibility for your wrongs!"
"I did. I admitted I was wrong, and I never said anything about you punishing me! I never did anything non-responsible, and I'm not throwing a damn hissy fit!"
"Don't use that sort of language on me, I'm your Father!"
"Oh, so you can use it on me, but I can't use it on you? Is that how we live? Huh?" she was now yelling.
"Yeah, it's just like that." He answered.
"Oh, fuck off!" she sneered.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" he roared.
"GLADLY!" she yelled stomping towards her own room. "At least then I don't have to see your damn hypocritical face! The damn walls are more honorable than you are, Sheriff DONNER!"
"I'm on a train/ but there's no one at the helm/ and there's a demon in my brain/ that starts to overwhelm." She sang.
Her body rocked to Third Eye Blind's "Narcolepsy" as she leaned over the painted canvass. ".I try to keep awake/ I try to swim beneath/ I try to keep awake/ but I./ I can feel this narcolepsy slide./ into another nightmare!"
Peering into the painting, she leaned close so that the tiny brush could apply to the exact details. Her glasses had been cast across the room, and now her keen eyes focused on the tedious job of painting fur on the snowy white wolf she'd spent three days creating.
"Honey, can you please put down the volume?" her father asked suddenly in the entrance to her bedroom.
"What?" she asked putting down the small detail brush.
"Can you please put down the volume?" He repeated.
"Oh." She smiled understanding him fully.
Because of his sharpened hearing, the loud music was not only causing him a really marring migraine, but was also dulling the rest of his usually very keen senses.
Standing from her seat on the end of the bed, she turned towards her blue "Hello Kitty" cd player and gently turned down the dial for the volume. Turning to face him, she gave him one of her best innocent smiles and walked back towards her previous position. Grabbing the paintbrush once again, she leaned forward and began to brush in hairs to the music.
"What are you still doing up?" he asked, watching her.
"Can't sleep, got nothing better to do."
"Have you finished your homework?"
"Don't I always?" she asked looking up from the painting.
"Nice to see that you've always kept with your studies."
"Whatever." She sighed.
"I like how you've taken a very grown up attitude towards this whole grounded thing."
"Dad, this isn't the first time I've been grounded. Plus it's not like I have a life anyway! Between school, the diner, and home, my Friday nights are really bo."
"What?" he asked noticing her eyes grow wide.
"Dad, what day is it?"
"Uh, Wednesday." He answered.
"Oh, great!" she sighed lifting herself from her seat and picking up the phone on her nightstand.
"Sophia what are you doing, you're grounded, that means no phone!" he scowled.
"Well how else am I gunna' speak to Scott?"
"It's midnight on a school night."
"Dad, he's a teen, he's up."
"Why in the hell are you calling him?" he asked watching her as she began dialing his number.
"How else am I supposed to break my date with him?"
"Date?" he repeated, his ears perking up.
"Yeah, he asked me out like two weeks ago. We're supposed to go out Friday, but I gotta' tell him I'm grounded."
"Do you like this guy?"
"Yeah." She sighed hanging up after she'd accidentally dialed the wrong number.
"Have I met him before?"
"Yeah, he's the guy with the short dark hair, and hazel eyes. He's kinda' a prep. I think his Dad's a lawyer?"
"Why does he like you?"
"Oh man, Dad that's really nice! You don't even try to patronize your daughter!" she sighed rummaging in her book bag for her phone book.
"Well why do you have to break this date with him?" he asked, an idea forming in his head.
If she really liked this Scott guy, then hopefully Luke would be pushed out the picture and he finally won't have to worry about his little girl getting hurt by that careless, teenage Alpha whore.
"Uh, Dad, do I have to explain to you the whole concept of being grounded? Well the reason why it was created was so children- old enough so that beatings are considered child abuse, and young enough so that you can't kick them out of the house or you'll be declared an unfit parent- could have no fun because of some wrong that a parent says they've done." She sighed.
"Well if you like him, why not go out with him?"
"Dad, do I have to explain this to you again?" she asked finally finding the book.
"Sophia, I'm giving you permission to go on your date with Scott." He smiled.
She dropped the book at his words and stared at him. "Are you for real?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Is there a catch to this? Like you've gotta' sit in the back seat or something? Is this totally legit?"
"Yeah." He repeated again.
"Oh my God!" she laughed running up to her father and crashing into his body as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a quick hug. "Thanks."
"Have a great time!"
"Thanks Dad!"
Turning away from him, she walked to the cd player, and turned the dial up a little higher. Sitting back at the edge of her bed, she leaned forward and began painting again with the tiny brush.
"And put on your glasses, you'll ruin your eyes that way."
"I'm nearsighted Dad," *well, not anymore*, "that means I can see up close, but not far away. Plus they're starting to give me headaches."
"Really? Should I set up an appointment with the optometrist? You might need a new prescription."
"No Dad, I'm fine, just too much stress." She sighed wishing he would stop the over-protective Dad thing.
"Ok, well get to sleep soon, and please turn down the music, it's way too loud."
"Dad, just turn down your wolf ears, it isn't all that loud."
"You're young, someday you're going to go deaf from all that loud music."
"Yeah well, I'm still young now. And in the laws of America, I'm supposed to ignore all authority and do whatever possible to ensure an early grave, or at least give myself a terminal illness with a really horrible and painful death." She smiled returning to her painting.
"Just as long as you've got your priorities straight." He sighed going towards his room.
She smiled to herself as he left the room. Sometimes her Dad could be the sweetest person in the world, and sometimes he could be a total Dad.
Leaning back for a moment, she smiled.
The way that the stark white wolf contrasted with the hauntingly dark night was brilliant. Its slim, powerful body stood almost invincibly against the darkness as if challenging it. Its head was held high, almost regally, and it's muscles rippled beautifully underneath the thin layer of skin and the thick layer of fur. A small smile painted its face as it gazed up at the sky, relishing in the beauty of its eternal master, the Moon.
Jumping away from the canvass she let the music rock throughout her body as she tingled with a new strength. Jumping around her room, her body began to dance without any thought. Soon she was thrashing around, her arms up in the air, and her torso rocking methodically to the rhythm of the music. Her head banged as the words pierced her eardrums bringing new waves of unrelenting energy. Bringing her hands up her body, she felt the beads of sweat begin to excrete from the sudden rise of activity.
As exhaustion trickled slowly throughout her, a potent wave of adrenaline burst through her body, crushing the evil spirit and raising her higher into an unknown land. Swaying, her mind cleared of any thought except the one that had coursed through her veins since she'd first began the change.
Run.
Her brain began to drum the word into her subconscious. It flood into her with the same rhythm of the song, urging her to act on her instincts and go with what her body had wanted ever since she was born.
Run.
Looking out her window, she was glad she'd decided to paint so early in the night. At least her Dad wouldn't hear her opening the window and ask her what was she planning to do.
Grabbing a pair of scuffed cross-trainers, she tried to make as little noise as possible as she pulled them on her feet. The night was warm, so the tank and boxers that she wore were perfect.
Turning, she gazed at the blasted cd player. She had no doubt that her father wouldn't tell her to turn it down again tonight. But what if he decided he couldn't sleep and came in to turn it off? Should she turn it off and pretend to already be in bed? Or should she program it to repeat and let it play so he couldn't hear her retreat or return from the forbidden outdoors?
After about five minutes of pondering, she finally decided to keep it on, hoping that she wouldn't be gone long enough for him to notice.
Pressing the repeat button, she climbed out the window as smoothly and silently as possible, and dropped lightly to the ground.
Scanning the perimeter almost expertly, she noticed no real movement, except for the one stray cat striding down the middle of the street.
Looking up at the large moon, she couldn't help but smile. It's fullness looked like a pregnant belly, swollen with new life.
This was the life that coursed her veins. She was a child of the darkness; shielded by its hidden beauty, wrapped in its silent hope. The blood that coursed through her veins and those of her ancestors was that of the Sacred Moon. The urge to run was that of her destiny, asking her to stop fighting the inevitable being which she must become and embrace the world to which she was born, and ultimately will die.
A pleasant hum rumbled throughout her.
Beneath her humble, breakable human form was a powerful being. She could feel it trying to release itself from her delicate form. She could already feel her skin tickle with an invisible pelt and her nipples tightened from the cool breeze that lifted off the lake.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, relishing in the earthy scents surrounding her. Her senses had sharpened dramatically, revealing every aspect of the trail. She smelled the sweet scent of urine and tasted human flesh. Throwing her head back and extending her long arms, she smiled as the silky air wrapped around her body, caressing her exposed limbs.
Turning, she dashed away towards the woods. The grass whipped her ankles, and the night cradled her face. She smiled as she pictured herself as a kid running with Luke. She used to imagine if she ran fast enough, she would climb hidden stairs right into the stars.
As she entered the desolate woods, she slowed down. This was where she was meant to be on a night like this. This was where her heart wanted her, where her body had struggled to place her.
Finally slowing to a halt, she slowly walked to a horizontal, fallen tree trunk, and sat on it. There was movement around her, yet there was no wind. Guessing it was one of the pack, she sighed, and leaned back on the trunk.
Staring into the sky, she let the poetry of the perfect night bathe her. Then suddenly she heard a growl.
Sitting up in one fluid moment, she searched the land around her. Her sharpened eyes detected nothing moving towards her, but to her left she could see two wolves totally immersed in one another.
From the tones of their playful growls, she could tell that they were lovers. They playfully darted and nipped at one another as they thought of nothing else. She watched as they suddenly stopped, obviously still oblivious to their surroundings and came together.
Looking away, she blushed. It was pretty obvious what they were doing. Suddenly a soft breeze came from the north, carrying their scents to her sensitive nostrils.
Her eyes grew wide with surprise as she realized that she knew those scents. Turning to face them, she tried to figure it out. The female scent was almost heavy. It smelled like perfume, nothing natural. As she romped with the male, Sophia noticed her coat was dusty brown with white and dark brown mixed in. Her paws were white as if they'd been dipped in paint, and her tail was tipped white.
The male's scent was the most familiar. He smelled like cinnamon and cologne. Underneath those scents was something she couldn't put a name to, but she knew that scent.
It was Prestley and Luke, having a late night fuck in the woods. Staring, she watched as their bodies slowly blurred until they were human, their naked bodies tangled with each other's as they made sickening noises.
She didn't even seem to articulate the feelings rising from her belly, stinging her throat. He'd lied to her. He said all those things to her, and they all were lies.
Turning, she jumped off the trunk and sprinting back home, not caring it they'd seen her or not.
TBC.
A/N: hoped uz liked this one. Don't get used to these fast ones 'cuz skool starts next week, so typing will be really hard for me to do. I can't type and I can't spell, so watch out. Also this week I'll be out, I'm going to Missouri tomorrow to get my bro to college, so I won't be writing either. Don't worry during the school year thought, I write a lot during my boring classes, plus my amig Lou, who loved the show and has seen more than just two incomplete episodes can help me describe people, because I have no idea what Scott looks like, or Sean, and I'm not even sure about Prestley. I thought she was the dark haired girl on the show, but in every fanfic she's blonde! So at least I'll have a little help. Ok, I've got no more, just R&R please. Uz are good at that and I thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, but if I made a really cute kid cry for it, would you bring it back? I mean it worked for Nikki on American Idol, that baby cried at her horrible performance, and they kicked off R.J. (he has to be gay 'cuz he's too cute to be straight)! So I'll get a cute kid, and you guys make some new episodes! ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.Sweet dreams
Light poured into the dark chamber, dancing over the comfortable furniture, and illuminating everything in its path. Everything looked angelic and new with the pure light flickering over it; but he couldn't see it. All he could see was the red tainting everything in his pain.
Suddenly he could hear the faint pat of footsteps out front. Lifting himself from his seat almost immediately, he strode swiftly towards the front door. From the small rectangular window, he could see her sauntering up the walkway towards the house.
She looked slightly rumpled as she searched around for her keys in her bag. Her long hair was disheveled atop her head. Her jeans, along with her t-shirt were wrinkled underneath a familiar leather jacket.
Leaning over, she removed them and tried to fit them in the lock.
Swinging open the front door before she could turn the key, he was struck by the familiar scent of Luke Cates.
She stared up at him as he glared at her, dangerously silent. His eyes, identical to hers, were a very dark shade of brown, almost black. They stared at her almost cruelly as he searched for any superficial scars.
"Hi Dad." She mumbled with a weak smile.
"Where in the hell were you?" he sneered.
"Uh."
"You were with Him weren't you? You reek of Him!"
She turned her brown eyes away from him, preferring to look at the wine colored carpet. "Dad, it wasn't like that."
"You slept with Him?" he accused.
"Yes, but not how you think. We were doing some homework and I fell asleep."
"Did you sleep with Him all night?"
"Dad, I really don't think we should talk about this now. I've gotta' get shower and change for school."
"Answer me!" he hissed between clenched teeth.
"He slept in one of the guest rooms." She lied.
"Was Vivian there?"
"She didn't know that I was there."
"How did she not know?" he yelled.
"I don't know!" she said, her volume matching his. "Maybe she was preoccupied or something? Maybe she was thinking about the pack!"
"What brought you to the Cates anyway?" he asked, his voice back to normal.
"Luke needed help for the Chemistry test today." She replied, like her father's, her voice back to normal too.
"And I'm sure Prestley couldn't help." He sneered.
"Dad, I gotta' get ready." She sighed.
"Do you have a shift at the diner?"
"Yes."
"What time do you leave?"
"Eight."
"I'll pick you up after your shift. You're grounded, and if I find that you've been hanging out with Luke Cates in school or at the diner, believe me, you will regret it." He assured.
"Yeah Dad," she sighed stepping around him to get in the house. "I just want you to know, I am sorry."
"Yeah right, don't think you're off the hook, young lady."
"Whatever." She mumbled as she headed for her room, no doubt in her head that her father had heard her.
"So how'd it go with Dad?"
"We had a nice little shouting match at the front door. I'm sure the neighbors got a good listen to what Sheriff Donner's little whore of a daughter was doing last night."
"Sorry." He sighed taking a lock of her hair and twirling it around his finger.
"So, he's gunna' pick me up after my shift at the diner, and take me back home so we can 'talk'. I'm grounded, and if I'm found hanging with you in school or at the diner, I will regret it." She smiled looking straight ahead.
"Look Sophie, I'm really sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? I'm the one that chose to stay. Both you and your mom gave me an exit, but I chose to stay. This is all my fault. I should be apologizing to you. So, sorry Cates. I didn't mean to put you in the middle of this. Now he's out for your blood and it's all my fault."
"He's been out for my blood since I was twelve and I kissed you underneath that tree on Independence Day. This was just the needle that tipped the scale."
"We'd better stop talking, my Dad's got eyes and ears all over this damn town." She sighed.
"When Mr. Cates and Ms. Donner finally finish talking about what they're going to wear to prom, I'd like to show the class how to compute these functions into your calculators." Ms. Avery smiled smugly.
Groaning inwardly, she sank lower into her seat, her face blazing red.
Luke chuckled to himself as he let go of her hair and settled into his seat comfortably.
"So what do you have to say for yourself?" Sheriff Donner asked looking intently to his daughter.
"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stay out all night. I fell asleep."
"Is that the best you can do?"
"When I'm telling the truth, yeah."
"Why didn't you call?"
"Yeah Dad, I'll call you while I'm studying with Luke so you can take off work to drag me out of the Cates house? Not only would that be stupid on my part, but it'd embarrass us both!"
"So it was about popularity? You went there so you'd be 'cool'?"
"First of all, I'm not popular, I never will be, and I don't want to be. Second of all, nobody uses that word anymore. Just saying cool makes you un- cool. And third of all, don't you know me better than that? Don't you trust my judgment?"
"I used to trust you."
"Why is it that you can't trust me? Have I done anything to lose your trust?"
"Well last night does ring a bell." He smirked.
"That's what I'm talking about. I made a mistake. I made two minor mistakes. I didn't call and I fell asleep. I made innocent mistakes. You can't count all those times that I've been perfect, that I've proved to you that trusting me should never be an issue. I didn't call and I fell asleep. That's all that happened, so why can't you believe me? Because I did what I've already admitted to? Or is it because my mistakes involved the infamous Luke Cates?"
"Because you couldn't trust me enough to call me and tell me where you were. Because you didn't care enough to relieve me of my worry. That you cared so much about your own disposition that you couldn't sacrifice one phone call to your dear old Dad and reassure him that his only child, his only DAUGHTER, was ok."
"Because you wouldn't trust me to stay there and act like the responsible Sheriff's daughter that you raised me to be. You've been doing this same protective thing since Mom died. You tell me to act a certain way, you teach me to hold my head and my values in a respectable manner, but when it comes time to test my scruples and personality, you swoop in as over- protective father and you shield me from everything. Dad, I'm not five and I don't appreciate being treated like I am!"
"Then maybe you should stop acting like one. Stop throwing these damn educated temper tantrums and take responsibility for your wrongs!"
"I did. I admitted I was wrong, and I never said anything about you punishing me! I never did anything non-responsible, and I'm not throwing a damn hissy fit!"
"Don't use that sort of language on me, I'm your Father!"
"Oh, so you can use it on me, but I can't use it on you? Is that how we live? Huh?" she was now yelling.
"Yeah, it's just like that." He answered.
"Oh, fuck off!" she sneered.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" he roared.
"GLADLY!" she yelled stomping towards her own room. "At least then I don't have to see your damn hypocritical face! The damn walls are more honorable than you are, Sheriff DONNER!"
"I'm on a train/ but there's no one at the helm/ and there's a demon in my brain/ that starts to overwhelm." She sang.
Her body rocked to Third Eye Blind's "Narcolepsy" as she leaned over the painted canvass. ".I try to keep awake/ I try to swim beneath/ I try to keep awake/ but I./ I can feel this narcolepsy slide./ into another nightmare!"
Peering into the painting, she leaned close so that the tiny brush could apply to the exact details. Her glasses had been cast across the room, and now her keen eyes focused on the tedious job of painting fur on the snowy white wolf she'd spent three days creating.
"Honey, can you please put down the volume?" her father asked suddenly in the entrance to her bedroom.
"What?" she asked putting down the small detail brush.
"Can you please put down the volume?" He repeated.
"Oh." She smiled understanding him fully.
Because of his sharpened hearing, the loud music was not only causing him a really marring migraine, but was also dulling the rest of his usually very keen senses.
Standing from her seat on the end of the bed, she turned towards her blue "Hello Kitty" cd player and gently turned down the dial for the volume. Turning to face him, she gave him one of her best innocent smiles and walked back towards her previous position. Grabbing the paintbrush once again, she leaned forward and began to brush in hairs to the music.
"What are you still doing up?" he asked, watching her.
"Can't sleep, got nothing better to do."
"Have you finished your homework?"
"Don't I always?" she asked looking up from the painting.
"Nice to see that you've always kept with your studies."
"Whatever." She sighed.
"I like how you've taken a very grown up attitude towards this whole grounded thing."
"Dad, this isn't the first time I've been grounded. Plus it's not like I have a life anyway! Between school, the diner, and home, my Friday nights are really bo."
"What?" he asked noticing her eyes grow wide.
"Dad, what day is it?"
"Uh, Wednesday." He answered.
"Oh, great!" she sighed lifting herself from her seat and picking up the phone on her nightstand.
"Sophia what are you doing, you're grounded, that means no phone!" he scowled.
"Well how else am I gunna' speak to Scott?"
"It's midnight on a school night."
"Dad, he's a teen, he's up."
"Why in the hell are you calling him?" he asked watching her as she began dialing his number.
"How else am I supposed to break my date with him?"
"Date?" he repeated, his ears perking up.
"Yeah, he asked me out like two weeks ago. We're supposed to go out Friday, but I gotta' tell him I'm grounded."
"Do you like this guy?"
"Yeah." She sighed hanging up after she'd accidentally dialed the wrong number.
"Have I met him before?"
"Yeah, he's the guy with the short dark hair, and hazel eyes. He's kinda' a prep. I think his Dad's a lawyer?"
"Why does he like you?"
"Oh man, Dad that's really nice! You don't even try to patronize your daughter!" she sighed rummaging in her book bag for her phone book.
"Well why do you have to break this date with him?" he asked, an idea forming in his head.
If she really liked this Scott guy, then hopefully Luke would be pushed out the picture and he finally won't have to worry about his little girl getting hurt by that careless, teenage Alpha whore.
"Uh, Dad, do I have to explain to you the whole concept of being grounded? Well the reason why it was created was so children- old enough so that beatings are considered child abuse, and young enough so that you can't kick them out of the house or you'll be declared an unfit parent- could have no fun because of some wrong that a parent says they've done." She sighed.
"Well if you like him, why not go out with him?"
"Dad, do I have to explain this to you again?" she asked finally finding the book.
"Sophia, I'm giving you permission to go on your date with Scott." He smiled.
She dropped the book at his words and stared at him. "Are you for real?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Is there a catch to this? Like you've gotta' sit in the back seat or something? Is this totally legit?"
"Yeah." He repeated again.
"Oh my God!" she laughed running up to her father and crashing into his body as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a quick hug. "Thanks."
"Have a great time!"
"Thanks Dad!"
Turning away from him, she walked to the cd player, and turned the dial up a little higher. Sitting back at the edge of her bed, she leaned forward and began painting again with the tiny brush.
"And put on your glasses, you'll ruin your eyes that way."
"I'm nearsighted Dad," *well, not anymore*, "that means I can see up close, but not far away. Plus they're starting to give me headaches."
"Really? Should I set up an appointment with the optometrist? You might need a new prescription."
"No Dad, I'm fine, just too much stress." She sighed wishing he would stop the over-protective Dad thing.
"Ok, well get to sleep soon, and please turn down the music, it's way too loud."
"Dad, just turn down your wolf ears, it isn't all that loud."
"You're young, someday you're going to go deaf from all that loud music."
"Yeah well, I'm still young now. And in the laws of America, I'm supposed to ignore all authority and do whatever possible to ensure an early grave, or at least give myself a terminal illness with a really horrible and painful death." She smiled returning to her painting.
"Just as long as you've got your priorities straight." He sighed going towards his room.
She smiled to herself as he left the room. Sometimes her Dad could be the sweetest person in the world, and sometimes he could be a total Dad.
Leaning back for a moment, she smiled.
The way that the stark white wolf contrasted with the hauntingly dark night was brilliant. Its slim, powerful body stood almost invincibly against the darkness as if challenging it. Its head was held high, almost regally, and it's muscles rippled beautifully underneath the thin layer of skin and the thick layer of fur. A small smile painted its face as it gazed up at the sky, relishing in the beauty of its eternal master, the Moon.
Jumping away from the canvass she let the music rock throughout her body as she tingled with a new strength. Jumping around her room, her body began to dance without any thought. Soon she was thrashing around, her arms up in the air, and her torso rocking methodically to the rhythm of the music. Her head banged as the words pierced her eardrums bringing new waves of unrelenting energy. Bringing her hands up her body, she felt the beads of sweat begin to excrete from the sudden rise of activity.
As exhaustion trickled slowly throughout her, a potent wave of adrenaline burst through her body, crushing the evil spirit and raising her higher into an unknown land. Swaying, her mind cleared of any thought except the one that had coursed through her veins since she'd first began the change.
Run.
Her brain began to drum the word into her subconscious. It flood into her with the same rhythm of the song, urging her to act on her instincts and go with what her body had wanted ever since she was born.
Run.
Looking out her window, she was glad she'd decided to paint so early in the night. At least her Dad wouldn't hear her opening the window and ask her what was she planning to do.
Grabbing a pair of scuffed cross-trainers, she tried to make as little noise as possible as she pulled them on her feet. The night was warm, so the tank and boxers that she wore were perfect.
Turning, she gazed at the blasted cd player. She had no doubt that her father wouldn't tell her to turn it down again tonight. But what if he decided he couldn't sleep and came in to turn it off? Should she turn it off and pretend to already be in bed? Or should she program it to repeat and let it play so he couldn't hear her retreat or return from the forbidden outdoors?
After about five minutes of pondering, she finally decided to keep it on, hoping that she wouldn't be gone long enough for him to notice.
Pressing the repeat button, she climbed out the window as smoothly and silently as possible, and dropped lightly to the ground.
Scanning the perimeter almost expertly, she noticed no real movement, except for the one stray cat striding down the middle of the street.
Looking up at the large moon, she couldn't help but smile. It's fullness looked like a pregnant belly, swollen with new life.
This was the life that coursed her veins. She was a child of the darkness; shielded by its hidden beauty, wrapped in its silent hope. The blood that coursed through her veins and those of her ancestors was that of the Sacred Moon. The urge to run was that of her destiny, asking her to stop fighting the inevitable being which she must become and embrace the world to which she was born, and ultimately will die.
A pleasant hum rumbled throughout her.
Beneath her humble, breakable human form was a powerful being. She could feel it trying to release itself from her delicate form. She could already feel her skin tickle with an invisible pelt and her nipples tightened from the cool breeze that lifted off the lake.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, relishing in the earthy scents surrounding her. Her senses had sharpened dramatically, revealing every aspect of the trail. She smelled the sweet scent of urine and tasted human flesh. Throwing her head back and extending her long arms, she smiled as the silky air wrapped around her body, caressing her exposed limbs.
Turning, she dashed away towards the woods. The grass whipped her ankles, and the night cradled her face. She smiled as she pictured herself as a kid running with Luke. She used to imagine if she ran fast enough, she would climb hidden stairs right into the stars.
As she entered the desolate woods, she slowed down. This was where she was meant to be on a night like this. This was where her heart wanted her, where her body had struggled to place her.
Finally slowing to a halt, she slowly walked to a horizontal, fallen tree trunk, and sat on it. There was movement around her, yet there was no wind. Guessing it was one of the pack, she sighed, and leaned back on the trunk.
Staring into the sky, she let the poetry of the perfect night bathe her. Then suddenly she heard a growl.
Sitting up in one fluid moment, she searched the land around her. Her sharpened eyes detected nothing moving towards her, but to her left she could see two wolves totally immersed in one another.
From the tones of their playful growls, she could tell that they were lovers. They playfully darted and nipped at one another as they thought of nothing else. She watched as they suddenly stopped, obviously still oblivious to their surroundings and came together.
Looking away, she blushed. It was pretty obvious what they were doing. Suddenly a soft breeze came from the north, carrying their scents to her sensitive nostrils.
Her eyes grew wide with surprise as she realized that she knew those scents. Turning to face them, she tried to figure it out. The female scent was almost heavy. It smelled like perfume, nothing natural. As she romped with the male, Sophia noticed her coat was dusty brown with white and dark brown mixed in. Her paws were white as if they'd been dipped in paint, and her tail was tipped white.
The male's scent was the most familiar. He smelled like cinnamon and cologne. Underneath those scents was something she couldn't put a name to, but she knew that scent.
It was Prestley and Luke, having a late night fuck in the woods. Staring, she watched as their bodies slowly blurred until they were human, their naked bodies tangled with each other's as they made sickening noises.
She didn't even seem to articulate the feelings rising from her belly, stinging her throat. He'd lied to her. He said all those things to her, and they all were lies.
Turning, she jumped off the trunk and sprinting back home, not caring it they'd seen her or not.
TBC.
A/N: hoped uz liked this one. Don't get used to these fast ones 'cuz skool starts next week, so typing will be really hard for me to do. I can't type and I can't spell, so watch out. Also this week I'll be out, I'm going to Missouri tomorrow to get my bro to college, so I won't be writing either. Don't worry during the school year thought, I write a lot during my boring classes, plus my amig Lou, who loved the show and has seen more than just two incomplete episodes can help me describe people, because I have no idea what Scott looks like, or Sean, and I'm not even sure about Prestley. I thought she was the dark haired girl on the show, but in every fanfic she's blonde! So at least I'll have a little help. Ok, I've got no more, just R&R please. Uz are good at that and I thank you!
