. . . Sweet Dreams (or maybe Thunder?)
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, but with your contribution of $30 each, I could be on my way to owning it.
. . . Sweet Dreams (or maybe Thunder?) VI
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled.
"Were we that vague?" she scowled. "Do you want me to grab him again and demonstrate?"
"Don't worry, you're not getting within ten feet of him again!" he whispered dangerously low.
"Like hell I'm not!"
Taking her jacket from the car, he grabbed her arm and dragged her towards his truck.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled struggling to free herself.
Aware that everybody was watching, but knowing that they were too weak and cowardly to do anything about it, he shoved her in the passengers seat and jumped into the driver's. Screeching way, he drove like a madman.
"Where the hell are you taking me?"
"You'll see." He mumbled, his eyes unnaturally glued to the road ahead of him.
"Well I gotta' be back before eleven." She said. "I'm still grounded ya' know."
"Wipe that shit off your face." He growled throwing her a wet nap.
"What?"
"Wipe that shit off your face. It makes you look like a prostitute."
"Well then I should keep it on. People will raise eyebrows if they don't see you with your usual whores." She retorted.
"What the hell is wrong with you any goddamn way?"
"Oh, besides the fact that you've just ruined my date over some juvenile jealous rage, and might just have given him a ticket to the hospital?"
"Oh, please, that throw couldn't hurt a fly."
"He's a meat- human, they're . . ." she tried to find a word that described humans, ". . . he's fragile."
"Oh, so that's what you're into. . . fragile guys?"
"Why do you even care about what I'm into?" she snapped.
"Why have you been so sore lately?"
"Why won't you leave me alone?"
"Why did you push me?"
"Why aren't you fucking Prestley like you're supposed to be?"
"So this is about me and Prestley?"
"I thought you said there was no you and Prestley?"
"Well that's what you're implying."
"Can you drop me off please?"
"No, I want to show you something. Then I think we should talk." He replied calmly this time.
"It's nine, if I'm not home before eleven, I'm not kidding, my life is literally over! And so is yours if he hears about this!"
"I won't keep you out past your bedtime." He joked.
"Don't patronize me." She sighed staring out the window.
"Look Sophie, I'm sorry."
"Sophia."
"What?"
"My name is Sophia."
"I called you that."
"No, you called me Sophie."
"Well you never seemed to be upset by it before."
"Well now you've given up the right to call me that anymore."
"Ok. Sophia."
"Thanks."
"Look Sophia, I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you mad, but I'm not upset for what I did back there. You deserve better than some boy who wants nothing more than sex. You deserve a guy who doesn't kiss you at a party, then talk about you behind your back. You deserve a man. . . not a. . . fragile meat. . .boy."
"Oh, and you are that guy, huh?" she asked turning to look at him. "I guess you're the perfect guy for me? I mean the honorable Luke Cates is so truthful, he'd never do anything to hurt anyone!"
"Sophie-ah, Sophia, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing." She lied.
Finally pulling over to the side of the road, he looked outside. "Do you trust me?"
Pushing back her hair, she looked away. "I'm not sure about that anymore."
Looking at her profile, her face looked frozen in an expressionless mold.
"Follow me please." He whispered leaving the car.
Exiting after him, she let him lead her into a dark grove. Looking around, she found herself standing under a large canopy of trees, effectively shielding the sky from her like a dome. It was dark and secretive, as if some magical force inhabited it, trying to deceive them of its presence. It was like a portal into another world hidden away in the most unlikely of places. The darkness was thick, only to be pierced by slashes of weak light escaping from the spaces between the leaves.
"What is this place?" she asked, her eyes hungry for every crevice of this magical place.
"I call it the cove." He whispered moving beside her.
"The cove?" she breathed as if afraid to break the silence of the new world.
"Yeah. I found it the night of my first Change. It was my first run, and I just went everywhere. I came across this place by accident. I was just running and I found myself here. I spent the entire night in this quiet shelter, just listening to the sounds of nature. That first night of my Change, just sitting here, I felt so much older. In this serene tent, I could almost hear time whisper its secrets to me as life whirred around me. That night I slept here, just wishing I had someone who I could share this place with. I remembered I prayed to the Moon that someday I'd find someone who could appreciate this place as much as me, and share in its beautiful silence with me."
"Why did you bring me here?"
"You'd appreciate this place. The way your voice caught when you saw it proved that. You understand the appeal of this place."
"It's like your own world."
"It is my world. Our world." He said reaching out and grasping her hand lightly.
She didn't pull away. She didn't even move as tears glistened in her eyes and her voice trembled. "Have you ever brought Prestley here?"
"No, never!" he choked up turning to look at her.
She didn't look at him as the tear slipped down her cheek. From the tremble in his own voice, she knew that he was telling the truth. And with that knowledge, she knew the enormity of his quiet admission. The realization suddenly struck her at how important this place was, not only to him, but also to his whole being.
Pushing her hair back, she looked up into the shielded sky.
"Why'd you do it?" he asked, squeezing her hand gently.
"Do what?" she asked finally looking up at him.
When her eyes reached his, he heard her gasp. Tears rimmed his eyes as he stared back at her. The facets of his eyes were the color of emerald, with tiny flecks of hazel catching the light. His usually strong chin looked feeble as it trembled.
"Why'd you kiss him?" he asked, his voice shook.
"I don't know." She replied averting his eyes.
"It hurt so bad to see you smile like that to him. I didn't think a look could ever hurt so badly. The thought that you actually wanted to be with him like that, it tore me up. How could you kiss him?" a tear slipped down his cheek.
"I don't know." She sighed softly looking anywhere but at him. "Maybe I actually wanted him to kiss me? Maybe I liked the thought that somebody actually wanted me like that? Maybe I was tired of being known as the virgin 'Sheriff's daughter'? Maybe I knew that it'd hurt you? Maybe because I wanted to hurt you like you'd hurt me? I wanted you to hurt so badly that you felt as if you were suffocating. So that you gasped for air, but never found any. So that the world whirred around your gasping frame and your entire life flashed before your eyes and all you saw was the hurt. So that you maybe could feel a fraction of the pain that you caused me."
"God Sophie! What did I do to hurt you so bad?" he asked crushing her against his chest. He brought his hands to her hair and began to stroke it as he placed a kiss to her forehead.
His tears flowed freely, wetting her hair and bathing her scalp. She pressed her head to his chest as she let the three-monosyllable words slip from her mouth,
"I saw you."
Even with his sharper wolf-en hearing, he could hardly make out what she'd said.
"What?"
"I saw you."
"Saw me what?"
Pushing away from him, she sniffled. Looking up into his eyes, she let her words pour over him with more emphasis.
"Wednesday night, or should I say yesterday morning I went out for a little run to get my mind off things. I ran into the woods and lay down. While I was thinking, two wolves came out of the woodwork, and they were totally engrossed in each other. At first they were only playfully nipping each other, but soon it escalated to a lot more. Now I know I'm not a biology major, but I think I know when animals are mating. Then their bodies started to glow, and their limbs lengthened, and in the end I found it was you and Prestley out for a late night romp."
His lips opened wide as if to say something, but nothing came out. Even in her voice as she spoke to him, he could hear the hurt oozing from her.
"How could you do it, Luke?" she asked.
"I-I . . ."
"How could you say all those things to me and then go and do that with her? I let you hold me, I let you touch me, I let you kiss me, and most of all I trusted you with some of my most intimate things, and you just throw it all away for some girl that you claim to not care about?" she asked taking her hand from his grasp and wiping away her tears fiercely.
"Sophie, I. . ."
"But what did I expect? You were only nice to me, how could I expect you to actually CARE? I bet you've said those things to hundreds of girls already, I was just a fool to fall for them. Well I'm sorry you had to waste all your precious time to play with my mind, I bet it was really boring! I mean I thought we were friends, but ya' know what, that's ok. I don't want you to have to lie to me; I get the idea."
"Sophie, I didn't mean to . . ."
"It's not what you meant, it's what you did! You lied to me! You told me all those sweet things, getting me to sway at your feet, and then you hurt me like that. It was all a game to you! You hurt me really badly, and I don't need that from anyone. So, um, yeah . . . I need you to take me home now!" she sighed.
"Sophie-"
"Sophia damnit! My name is Sophia!"
"I need you." He breathed.
"No, you can't do that!" she said backing away from him. "You can't hurt me so badly and expect me to forgive you just because you can spit out bullshit so sincerely."
With every step that she took back, he took forward.
"I'm not bullshitting you!" he explained exasperated.
"Oh no you don't!" she yelled. "You have no right to be irritated with me right now! You're the one that lied to me, you're the one that did the hurting, don't get upset with me!" she snapped.
"I'm not bullshitting you," he began much more calmly, "I'm simply stating a fact. I'm lost without you, and when I'm with you . . . I can't explain it. There's something about you that makes everything that happens- from the rising of the sun, to a death at dawn- seem so . . . I don't have a big enough vocabulary to describe its eminence. Every time that I touch you, I find myself falling deeper into something that I have no name for. It's like there's no word in the English language sufficient enough to articulate what I want to say to you. I'm falling deeper and deeper into this hole of uncertainty, and I don't think I want to get out."
"What are you saying?" she breathed.
"I'm not sure, well not yet anyway." He sighed. "I've never been in this predicament before, I'm not sure what to do. But what I am sure about is that I don't want to hurt you again. I never want you to feel any more pain. You are so beautiful . . . and innocent. I don't want to ruin you, I want you to need me like I need you." He smiled.
She didn't respond as she stared deeply into his eyes. But she suddenly felt something click inside of her.
"I'll give up Prestley, I'll stop being a jerk, I'll do anything you want me to do, just don't let me go, don't give up on me! I need you so much!" the tears began cascading down his face again.
"I'm scared." She breathed.
"I'm scared too." He smiled moving closer.
"No." She sighed moving backwards. "I'm scared of saying yes. I'm scared of letting you in again and letting you break my heart. I'm scared that you'll lie to me and everything will come crashing down. I'm afraid to trust you again. I'm afraid that someday you'll utter the name Sophie on the same tongue . . . on the same lips that you spoke that terrible lie on. Most of all I'm scared that the next time that you break my heart I won't be able to leave quite so easily."
"Sophia, I wo-"
"I can't go through with it again, Luke. I can't hurt again the same way I've been. I won't make it the next time. Luke, next time that my heart breaks, it won't heal, I'm just not strong enough." She whispered looking away.
"Can you at least think about it?" he asked desperately.
"Yeah." She sighed ruffling back her long tresses. "Can you take me home now, it's almost 10: 45."
He nodded and turned towards the car.
The car was silent as they drove back. They finally arrived at her house at 10: 55.
"Thanks." She mumbled slowly getting up from the car.
"Take a shower and wipe that shit off your face. I don't ever want to see it on your face again."
She smiled weakly as she closed the door. "Whatever."
"And Sophia, don't ever go out with an ungulate again, you're part of the pack now."
"I'm not promising you anything." She said stepping away from the car.
Turning away to march up to the house, she suddenly remembered something. Whirling back around, she smiled at his confused expression.
"Oh and Luke, thanks for the rose and note, it really did brighten up my day."
"You knew I sent that?" he gaped.
"No, at first I thought it was Scott, but after that speech tonight, no one else can spit out so much bullshit and make it sound so good."
"Sophia, I wasn't-"
"Let it go, I said I'd think about it. Now go fuck Prestley, I'm sure you're better at that than lying."
"Sophia." He groaned, his eyes flashing gold.
"Yeah, ok, I guess I should stop playing with fire. Goodnight."
"Have you been able to sleep?"
"Just go Cates, you can't do anything to help me." She smiled turning up the walkway.
He didn't even wait for her to get to the door as he sped away as if demons were chasing him.
After calling her Dad at the station, she took a shower, threw up all the contents of her stomach, and laid into bed just as the cramps and sweats began.
TBC. . .
A/N: hoped uz liked this one. It was good to write instead of thinking of skool. Oh and those damn bastards gave me homework on the first day, I think I wanna' drop out and pump gas for a career, then I could spend all my time writing, and hanging out with muscular sweaty, greasy men! And they'll all look like Vin Diesel.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, but with your contribution of $30 each, I could be on my way to owning it.
. . . Sweet Dreams (or maybe Thunder?) VI
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled.
"Were we that vague?" she scowled. "Do you want me to grab him again and demonstrate?"
"Don't worry, you're not getting within ten feet of him again!" he whispered dangerously low.
"Like hell I'm not!"
Taking her jacket from the car, he grabbed her arm and dragged her towards his truck.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled struggling to free herself.
Aware that everybody was watching, but knowing that they were too weak and cowardly to do anything about it, he shoved her in the passengers seat and jumped into the driver's. Screeching way, he drove like a madman.
"Where the hell are you taking me?"
"You'll see." He mumbled, his eyes unnaturally glued to the road ahead of him.
"Well I gotta' be back before eleven." She said. "I'm still grounded ya' know."
"Wipe that shit off your face." He growled throwing her a wet nap.
"What?"
"Wipe that shit off your face. It makes you look like a prostitute."
"Well then I should keep it on. People will raise eyebrows if they don't see you with your usual whores." She retorted.
"What the hell is wrong with you any goddamn way?"
"Oh, besides the fact that you've just ruined my date over some juvenile jealous rage, and might just have given him a ticket to the hospital?"
"Oh, please, that throw couldn't hurt a fly."
"He's a meat- human, they're . . ." she tried to find a word that described humans, ". . . he's fragile."
"Oh, so that's what you're into. . . fragile guys?"
"Why do you even care about what I'm into?" she snapped.
"Why have you been so sore lately?"
"Why won't you leave me alone?"
"Why did you push me?"
"Why aren't you fucking Prestley like you're supposed to be?"
"So this is about me and Prestley?"
"I thought you said there was no you and Prestley?"
"Well that's what you're implying."
"Can you drop me off please?"
"No, I want to show you something. Then I think we should talk." He replied calmly this time.
"It's nine, if I'm not home before eleven, I'm not kidding, my life is literally over! And so is yours if he hears about this!"
"I won't keep you out past your bedtime." He joked.
"Don't patronize me." She sighed staring out the window.
"Look Sophie, I'm sorry."
"Sophia."
"What?"
"My name is Sophia."
"I called you that."
"No, you called me Sophie."
"Well you never seemed to be upset by it before."
"Well now you've given up the right to call me that anymore."
"Ok. Sophia."
"Thanks."
"Look Sophia, I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you mad, but I'm not upset for what I did back there. You deserve better than some boy who wants nothing more than sex. You deserve a guy who doesn't kiss you at a party, then talk about you behind your back. You deserve a man. . . not a. . . fragile meat. . .boy."
"Oh, and you are that guy, huh?" she asked turning to look at him. "I guess you're the perfect guy for me? I mean the honorable Luke Cates is so truthful, he'd never do anything to hurt anyone!"
"Sophie-ah, Sophia, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing." She lied.
Finally pulling over to the side of the road, he looked outside. "Do you trust me?"
Pushing back her hair, she looked away. "I'm not sure about that anymore."
Looking at her profile, her face looked frozen in an expressionless mold.
"Follow me please." He whispered leaving the car.
Exiting after him, she let him lead her into a dark grove. Looking around, she found herself standing under a large canopy of trees, effectively shielding the sky from her like a dome. It was dark and secretive, as if some magical force inhabited it, trying to deceive them of its presence. It was like a portal into another world hidden away in the most unlikely of places. The darkness was thick, only to be pierced by slashes of weak light escaping from the spaces between the leaves.
"What is this place?" she asked, her eyes hungry for every crevice of this magical place.
"I call it the cove." He whispered moving beside her.
"The cove?" she breathed as if afraid to break the silence of the new world.
"Yeah. I found it the night of my first Change. It was my first run, and I just went everywhere. I came across this place by accident. I was just running and I found myself here. I spent the entire night in this quiet shelter, just listening to the sounds of nature. That first night of my Change, just sitting here, I felt so much older. In this serene tent, I could almost hear time whisper its secrets to me as life whirred around me. That night I slept here, just wishing I had someone who I could share this place with. I remembered I prayed to the Moon that someday I'd find someone who could appreciate this place as much as me, and share in its beautiful silence with me."
"Why did you bring me here?"
"You'd appreciate this place. The way your voice caught when you saw it proved that. You understand the appeal of this place."
"It's like your own world."
"It is my world. Our world." He said reaching out and grasping her hand lightly.
She didn't pull away. She didn't even move as tears glistened in her eyes and her voice trembled. "Have you ever brought Prestley here?"
"No, never!" he choked up turning to look at her.
She didn't look at him as the tear slipped down her cheek. From the tremble in his own voice, she knew that he was telling the truth. And with that knowledge, she knew the enormity of his quiet admission. The realization suddenly struck her at how important this place was, not only to him, but also to his whole being.
Pushing her hair back, she looked up into the shielded sky.
"Why'd you do it?" he asked, squeezing her hand gently.
"Do what?" she asked finally looking up at him.
When her eyes reached his, he heard her gasp. Tears rimmed his eyes as he stared back at her. The facets of his eyes were the color of emerald, with tiny flecks of hazel catching the light. His usually strong chin looked feeble as it trembled.
"Why'd you kiss him?" he asked, his voice shook.
"I don't know." She replied averting his eyes.
"It hurt so bad to see you smile like that to him. I didn't think a look could ever hurt so badly. The thought that you actually wanted to be with him like that, it tore me up. How could you kiss him?" a tear slipped down his cheek.
"I don't know." She sighed softly looking anywhere but at him. "Maybe I actually wanted him to kiss me? Maybe I liked the thought that somebody actually wanted me like that? Maybe I was tired of being known as the virgin 'Sheriff's daughter'? Maybe I knew that it'd hurt you? Maybe because I wanted to hurt you like you'd hurt me? I wanted you to hurt so badly that you felt as if you were suffocating. So that you gasped for air, but never found any. So that the world whirred around your gasping frame and your entire life flashed before your eyes and all you saw was the hurt. So that you maybe could feel a fraction of the pain that you caused me."
"God Sophie! What did I do to hurt you so bad?" he asked crushing her against his chest. He brought his hands to her hair and began to stroke it as he placed a kiss to her forehead.
His tears flowed freely, wetting her hair and bathing her scalp. She pressed her head to his chest as she let the three-monosyllable words slip from her mouth,
"I saw you."
Even with his sharper wolf-en hearing, he could hardly make out what she'd said.
"What?"
"I saw you."
"Saw me what?"
Pushing away from him, she sniffled. Looking up into his eyes, she let her words pour over him with more emphasis.
"Wednesday night, or should I say yesterday morning I went out for a little run to get my mind off things. I ran into the woods and lay down. While I was thinking, two wolves came out of the woodwork, and they were totally engrossed in each other. At first they were only playfully nipping each other, but soon it escalated to a lot more. Now I know I'm not a biology major, but I think I know when animals are mating. Then their bodies started to glow, and their limbs lengthened, and in the end I found it was you and Prestley out for a late night romp."
His lips opened wide as if to say something, but nothing came out. Even in her voice as she spoke to him, he could hear the hurt oozing from her.
"How could you do it, Luke?" she asked.
"I-I . . ."
"How could you say all those things to me and then go and do that with her? I let you hold me, I let you touch me, I let you kiss me, and most of all I trusted you with some of my most intimate things, and you just throw it all away for some girl that you claim to not care about?" she asked taking her hand from his grasp and wiping away her tears fiercely.
"Sophie, I. . ."
"But what did I expect? You were only nice to me, how could I expect you to actually CARE? I bet you've said those things to hundreds of girls already, I was just a fool to fall for them. Well I'm sorry you had to waste all your precious time to play with my mind, I bet it was really boring! I mean I thought we were friends, but ya' know what, that's ok. I don't want you to have to lie to me; I get the idea."
"Sophie, I didn't mean to . . ."
"It's not what you meant, it's what you did! You lied to me! You told me all those sweet things, getting me to sway at your feet, and then you hurt me like that. It was all a game to you! You hurt me really badly, and I don't need that from anyone. So, um, yeah . . . I need you to take me home now!" she sighed.
"Sophie-"
"Sophia damnit! My name is Sophia!"
"I need you." He breathed.
"No, you can't do that!" she said backing away from him. "You can't hurt me so badly and expect me to forgive you just because you can spit out bullshit so sincerely."
With every step that she took back, he took forward.
"I'm not bullshitting you!" he explained exasperated.
"Oh no you don't!" she yelled. "You have no right to be irritated with me right now! You're the one that lied to me, you're the one that did the hurting, don't get upset with me!" she snapped.
"I'm not bullshitting you," he began much more calmly, "I'm simply stating a fact. I'm lost without you, and when I'm with you . . . I can't explain it. There's something about you that makes everything that happens- from the rising of the sun, to a death at dawn- seem so . . . I don't have a big enough vocabulary to describe its eminence. Every time that I touch you, I find myself falling deeper into something that I have no name for. It's like there's no word in the English language sufficient enough to articulate what I want to say to you. I'm falling deeper and deeper into this hole of uncertainty, and I don't think I want to get out."
"What are you saying?" she breathed.
"I'm not sure, well not yet anyway." He sighed. "I've never been in this predicament before, I'm not sure what to do. But what I am sure about is that I don't want to hurt you again. I never want you to feel any more pain. You are so beautiful . . . and innocent. I don't want to ruin you, I want you to need me like I need you." He smiled.
She didn't respond as she stared deeply into his eyes. But she suddenly felt something click inside of her.
"I'll give up Prestley, I'll stop being a jerk, I'll do anything you want me to do, just don't let me go, don't give up on me! I need you so much!" the tears began cascading down his face again.
"I'm scared." She breathed.
"I'm scared too." He smiled moving closer.
"No." She sighed moving backwards. "I'm scared of saying yes. I'm scared of letting you in again and letting you break my heart. I'm scared that you'll lie to me and everything will come crashing down. I'm afraid to trust you again. I'm afraid that someday you'll utter the name Sophie on the same tongue . . . on the same lips that you spoke that terrible lie on. Most of all I'm scared that the next time that you break my heart I won't be able to leave quite so easily."
"Sophia, I wo-"
"I can't go through with it again, Luke. I can't hurt again the same way I've been. I won't make it the next time. Luke, next time that my heart breaks, it won't heal, I'm just not strong enough." She whispered looking away.
"Can you at least think about it?" he asked desperately.
"Yeah." She sighed ruffling back her long tresses. "Can you take me home now, it's almost 10: 45."
He nodded and turned towards the car.
The car was silent as they drove back. They finally arrived at her house at 10: 55.
"Thanks." She mumbled slowly getting up from the car.
"Take a shower and wipe that shit off your face. I don't ever want to see it on your face again."
She smiled weakly as she closed the door. "Whatever."
"And Sophia, don't ever go out with an ungulate again, you're part of the pack now."
"I'm not promising you anything." She said stepping away from the car.
Turning away to march up to the house, she suddenly remembered something. Whirling back around, she smiled at his confused expression.
"Oh and Luke, thanks for the rose and note, it really did brighten up my day."
"You knew I sent that?" he gaped.
"No, at first I thought it was Scott, but after that speech tonight, no one else can spit out so much bullshit and make it sound so good."
"Sophia, I wasn't-"
"Let it go, I said I'd think about it. Now go fuck Prestley, I'm sure you're better at that than lying."
"Sophia." He groaned, his eyes flashing gold.
"Yeah, ok, I guess I should stop playing with fire. Goodnight."
"Have you been able to sleep?"
"Just go Cates, you can't do anything to help me." She smiled turning up the walkway.
He didn't even wait for her to get to the door as he sped away as if demons were chasing him.
After calling her Dad at the station, she took a shower, threw up all the contents of her stomach, and laid into bed just as the cramps and sweats began.
TBC. . .
A/N: hoped uz liked this one. It was good to write instead of thinking of skool. Oh and those damn bastards gave me homework on the first day, I think I wanna' drop out and pump gas for a career, then I could spend all my time writing, and hanging out with muscular sweaty, greasy men! And they'll all look like Vin Diesel.
