. . . Sweet Dreams (c'mon, should I rename it or not?)
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, what a BIG surprise! I've been repeating that same line for like seven chapters, I'm amazed that you haven't understood that by now! Public Schools, they don't teach you anything (Lol)!
. . . Sweet Dreams VII
Darkness sliced through the silent chamber as he peered inside. Above the opened window shown the glistening Moon, causing silver beams to dance over her resting figure.
Looking at the pained expression that strained her features, he wondered what she could possibly be dreaming that could make her look so tortured. It looked as if her dream was extremely vivid as she clutched at her sides and wound herself in the fetal position. Her breathing was staccato, coming out in short heavy breaths, while inaudible words were muttered through clenched teeth.
Gazing at the expanse deemed her room, he smiled. Of all the people that he knew, he was the only person that didn't have to fight with his teenager to clean her room. Hers was always immaculate, even in the small portion where she kept the thick paint-stained sheet on the floor. He'd never seen a speck of dust on the furniture, and her laundry was always done early Saturday mornings before she set off for the diner. In fact, it was always she who would chide him about cleaning the kitchen after one of his fruitless attempts to make dinner.
Lately she hadn't kept with her housekeeping, but that was understandable. She was a teenage girl; at some point she was supposed to find that time spent in a mall rather than a basement was more appealing. But tonight it looked as if she'd finally gotten her head back on and now everything was spotless. She never could live in a mess for too long, even when she was younger; she always had to clean up her toys.
She'd grown into a beautiful, intelligent and ambitious young woman. She always kept with her studies, never making anything less than a B, even in her most challenged of classes. She kept her job at the diner, never asking to quit, even after a twelve hour shift, followed by the same one the next day. She had good friends that liked to have fun, but not at the expense of their own well- being. She was really a good girl.
The only problem with her being a good girl arose right after she hit puberty. No matter what, all good girls loved bad guys, and Sophia Donner was no exception.
When they were younger, the thought of Sophia Donner and Luke Cates being together would have made him happy. Even when they were younger, there was a special bond budding between them, making the couple seem as fit for each other as Luke and Laura [A/N: I don't care what anyone says, they so totally belong together, I mean there's an alliteration just with their names!]. When Sophia needed him, Luke was always there to protect her. He was always there to hold her hand as she cried from the pain of a skinned knee, and was even there to hold her when her mother died. They were best friends, and even Marie thought they'd be good for each other when she was alive.
But that wasn't the Luke Cates roaming through the streets of Wolf Lake with his gang of teen wolves, causing mayhem not only for his parents, but also for the Sheriff's department as well. As soon as Luke Cates had hit puberty, he became a sex- craved, heartbreaking, Alpha. The Luke Cates that he now knew and loathed had a different girl on his arm every time that he changed clothes. This Luke Cates cared nothing about anyone's feelings but his own. He'd just about cheated on every girl that he'd ever had, which was so far about an infinite number. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, paying no regard to any of his actions except those that might harm the pack. Luke Cates had sure changed since he was seven, shedding the skin of a young boy who was obviously in love with one girl, to an out- of- control, James Dean- rebel- without- a- cause- wanna'- be who was in love with any girl that would let him in her bed.
But Luke Cates wasn't all- bad. He was smart and perceptive, even if those qualities made him extremely cocky. He was on the Honors Program with Sophia, and he was in the top ten percent of his class. He cared deeply for his family and the pack, risking everything, if he had to, to save just one person, no matter how trivial they might be. He was possessive over the things or people that he really cared about, insuring that his mate would always be well protected. He had a noble sense of loyalty, and was usually found to be honest. Luke Cates had some really good characteristics, but the act of practicing them outside of his parent's mansion was what made him seem more bad than good.
Shaking the thoughts of his beloved Sophia and Luke Cates out of his head, he looked at the medium- sized canvass occupying one of the corners of her room.
As soon as the image registered in his mind, he felt speechless. Projecting from the dark, forest- like surrounding stood a very proud, and very impressive white wolf. She [A/N: of course he can tell if it's a girl or not!] was the most realistic interpretation of a wolf he'd ever seen in his life. If he weren't so sure of his surroundings, he would swear that there was a miniature wolf standing in her room, gazing dreamily at the dark moon. Her eyes were gold, with subtle hints of dark brown brimming the iris and tiny reflections of the moon dancing on her pupils. Her lips were stretched in a satisfied smile as if she'd just completed an invigorating run and was about to turn in for the night. The way that her body stretched to meet the moon was so dignified and honest that it made him a little scared.
How could she capture such beauty and reality of something she'd never seen before? How could the ripples of her taut muscles be so perfect if she'd never been close enough to a wolf to observe its movements? The smile on her face and the golden eyes were so intricate and beautiful that he wasn't sure whether to be upset with her for being with Luke when he was like this, or extremely proud that his daughter could capture such beauty and illustrate it without losing its intensity.
Turning back to her resting figure, he wondered what in the hell was making her body contort so? Her face was marred by a frown of excruciating pain, and her hands were pressing her thin abdomen deeper into the hallow of her. Her long hair was laid across the pillow like a halo, except it was all drenched in sweat. She was mumbling words he couldn't understand, with beads of sweat trailing down her rigid body.
Spontaneously her body flew apart on the bed, her limbs flying in every direction. She sat up abruptly; her eyes wide open as she seemed to stare right through him. He wasn't sure if it was just the light, but he thought he saw two orbs of gold before she abruptly bolted from her bed. The next sound that tumbled from the bathroom into her room was of her purging.
"Sophia, are you ok?" he called.
After gurgling some mouthwash, she returned to the room wiping her face with a towel.
"What are you doing here Dad?"
"Just checking to see if you were ok. Would you like some warm Ginger ale?"
*Already tried that, doesn't work!*
"No thanks." She smiled settling herself down on the bed.
"So how was school?"
"Boring as ever. The teachers are still trying to teach us stuff. For some reason they think homework would be a real help." She sighed.
"Has Scott asked you out again?" he asked ignoring her sarcasm.
"Our first date didn't really go too well, so I doubt that he'll want to ask for another."
"Oh, what happened?"
"Nothing major." She sighed ruffling back her disheveled hair.
"Did you really like him?"
"Not particularly. I mean he was cute, and sometimes funny, but he wasn't second date material. It's not like I'm going to turn into a whimpering slob because he doesn't call me. I'm an independent woman, plus he was kinda' boring. The date was so cliché. Made me feel like a blonde. I bet I would have had a better time with Lu- London." She said catching herself.
"Oh," he sighed. his plan had failed. "So who's London?"
"Uh . . ."
*Who is London?*
"He's in my Chemistry class, he's real quiet." She lied.
*Yeah so quiet that it's like he's not even there. Like he doesn't exist!*
"So you've got no new love interest?"
"What's the sudden interest in my love life? Or lack there of to be politically correct!"
"Nothing really."
"Dad, are you ok?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I don't know, you just seem kinda' lost . . . or nostalgic."
He grinned. "I'm just thinking about how much you've grown. It was like last week I was taking you to kindergarten and now your off with boys, kissing them and talking about second dates."
"Dad, don't go all old man on me now! I was bound to grow up eventually, and now that I have, ya' gotta' accept it. This is the real world and no matter what, you're gunna' have to let me out into it."
"Can't I keep remembering?"
"Go ahead, you only live once, so why not live on the edge!"
"Do you remember the Peter Pan statue in town? Marie used to take you there everyday after school."
"Yeah, how could I forget! Mom used to say that someday when my life got bad, Peter would fly down and take me to Never Never land with him. We would fly to that star, and I'd meet all the lost boys. I remembered after she died, Luke and I would sit beside it after school for hours, just waiting for Peter Pan to show up and ease me of my pain. But he never did."
"You used to always come home crying then. Whenever I asked you what was wrong you wouldn't tell me. Finally one day I guess you got mad at Peter and you told me the whole story, along with the confession that you then didn't trust Peter anymore, or the lost boys. That was after I woke you up from a terrible dream where you'd been crying in your sleep."
"Sometimes when I'm really upset, I still go up there and just wait."
"Does it help?"
"Yeah, actually."
"So, uh, what are you going to do about summer?"
"I don't know, work?"
"You want to work at the diner all summer long?"
"I don't mind," she shrugged, "it's not like I've got anything better to do."
"You did, Florence-"
"Dad, please let's not get into that again. My decision to stay was all my choice, and I don't regret it."
"I just don't get it. Florence . . . Europe . . . they used to be your dream! Even when you were eight you told me that you'd wanted to get married to a European with a quote unquote, 'sexy accent'."
"Well Dad, that was eight years ago. Eventually one's priorities change, and so do their taste in men."
"Well I was thinking, in Worthington (the fake next town), they need some teenagers to help run the day camp as camp counselors. Would you like to do that? I think it'd be a lot more fun than serving food to truck drivers all summer."
"Maybe."
"Well you can think about it." He smiled disarmingly.
"Ok."
"So, uh, what prompted you to paint that?" he asked motioning towards the canvass.
"Nothing really. I was just bored, and the town's name has been stamped into my head permanently, along with the fact that there is truth to it. So I guess I kinda' just was thinking about it." She said, controlling her voice as not to raise suspicion.
She wasn't sure how he'd react if he found that the reason why she'd painted this wolf because this was the one that haunted her dreams.
"Have you ever seen a white wolf up this close?" he inquired innocently.
"No, isn't Ruby the only one in the pack?"
"Yeah, for over a century now. But you've captured the wolf really well for a person who made this up, or even actually had one standing directly in front of her."
"Thanks."
"You're very talented."
Pushing her hair away from her face, she opened her mouth to say something, but was silenced by the ring of his cell phone. Raising a finger to silence her, he answered.
"Hello, Sheriff Donner . . . Calm down, explain it . . . What? . . . When? . . . Tonight? . . . Did you call Sherman? . . . I'll be right over . . . How did it happen? . . . I'm coming right over!" he assured hanging up.
"What is it?" Sophia asked hearing the panic in his voice.
"Willard Cates, he was found murdered in the woods tonight."
"What?" she gasped.
"Yeah, I'm going over now."
"Can I come?" she asked in a small voice.
"Sophia." He groaned.
"Dad, he was there for me, and I want to be there for him."
"How can you trust him?"
"This has nothing to do with trust, just a friendship that's been there for as long as I could remember. He was my first friend."
"C'mon." he sighed.
"Thanks." She smiled grabbing his old WLSD hoodie and pulling it over her tank.
Exiting the house, they climbed silently in his truck and drove to the Cates mansion.
TBC . . .
A/N: I bet you didn't see that one coming huh? Well this one was like the only one free of L/S, well in contact anyway. Just so you know, this was like a week after the date, not the same night. I'm not good at the whole time passing recognition thing. Hoped you liked this one even if it was really short. I had fun writing these, and your reviews make it all the sweeter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, what a BIG surprise! I've been repeating that same line for like seven chapters, I'm amazed that you haven't understood that by now! Public Schools, they don't teach you anything (Lol)!
. . . Sweet Dreams VII
Darkness sliced through the silent chamber as he peered inside. Above the opened window shown the glistening Moon, causing silver beams to dance over her resting figure.
Looking at the pained expression that strained her features, he wondered what she could possibly be dreaming that could make her look so tortured. It looked as if her dream was extremely vivid as she clutched at her sides and wound herself in the fetal position. Her breathing was staccato, coming out in short heavy breaths, while inaudible words were muttered through clenched teeth.
Gazing at the expanse deemed her room, he smiled. Of all the people that he knew, he was the only person that didn't have to fight with his teenager to clean her room. Hers was always immaculate, even in the small portion where she kept the thick paint-stained sheet on the floor. He'd never seen a speck of dust on the furniture, and her laundry was always done early Saturday mornings before she set off for the diner. In fact, it was always she who would chide him about cleaning the kitchen after one of his fruitless attempts to make dinner.
Lately she hadn't kept with her housekeeping, but that was understandable. She was a teenage girl; at some point she was supposed to find that time spent in a mall rather than a basement was more appealing. But tonight it looked as if she'd finally gotten her head back on and now everything was spotless. She never could live in a mess for too long, even when she was younger; she always had to clean up her toys.
She'd grown into a beautiful, intelligent and ambitious young woman. She always kept with her studies, never making anything less than a B, even in her most challenged of classes. She kept her job at the diner, never asking to quit, even after a twelve hour shift, followed by the same one the next day. She had good friends that liked to have fun, but not at the expense of their own well- being. She was really a good girl.
The only problem with her being a good girl arose right after she hit puberty. No matter what, all good girls loved bad guys, and Sophia Donner was no exception.
When they were younger, the thought of Sophia Donner and Luke Cates being together would have made him happy. Even when they were younger, there was a special bond budding between them, making the couple seem as fit for each other as Luke and Laura [A/N: I don't care what anyone says, they so totally belong together, I mean there's an alliteration just with their names!]. When Sophia needed him, Luke was always there to protect her. He was always there to hold her hand as she cried from the pain of a skinned knee, and was even there to hold her when her mother died. They were best friends, and even Marie thought they'd be good for each other when she was alive.
But that wasn't the Luke Cates roaming through the streets of Wolf Lake with his gang of teen wolves, causing mayhem not only for his parents, but also for the Sheriff's department as well. As soon as Luke Cates had hit puberty, he became a sex- craved, heartbreaking, Alpha. The Luke Cates that he now knew and loathed had a different girl on his arm every time that he changed clothes. This Luke Cates cared nothing about anyone's feelings but his own. He'd just about cheated on every girl that he'd ever had, which was so far about an infinite number. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, paying no regard to any of his actions except those that might harm the pack. Luke Cates had sure changed since he was seven, shedding the skin of a young boy who was obviously in love with one girl, to an out- of- control, James Dean- rebel- without- a- cause- wanna'- be who was in love with any girl that would let him in her bed.
But Luke Cates wasn't all- bad. He was smart and perceptive, even if those qualities made him extremely cocky. He was on the Honors Program with Sophia, and he was in the top ten percent of his class. He cared deeply for his family and the pack, risking everything, if he had to, to save just one person, no matter how trivial they might be. He was possessive over the things or people that he really cared about, insuring that his mate would always be well protected. He had a noble sense of loyalty, and was usually found to be honest. Luke Cates had some really good characteristics, but the act of practicing them outside of his parent's mansion was what made him seem more bad than good.
Shaking the thoughts of his beloved Sophia and Luke Cates out of his head, he looked at the medium- sized canvass occupying one of the corners of her room.
As soon as the image registered in his mind, he felt speechless. Projecting from the dark, forest- like surrounding stood a very proud, and very impressive white wolf. She [A/N: of course he can tell if it's a girl or not!] was the most realistic interpretation of a wolf he'd ever seen in his life. If he weren't so sure of his surroundings, he would swear that there was a miniature wolf standing in her room, gazing dreamily at the dark moon. Her eyes were gold, with subtle hints of dark brown brimming the iris and tiny reflections of the moon dancing on her pupils. Her lips were stretched in a satisfied smile as if she'd just completed an invigorating run and was about to turn in for the night. The way that her body stretched to meet the moon was so dignified and honest that it made him a little scared.
How could she capture such beauty and reality of something she'd never seen before? How could the ripples of her taut muscles be so perfect if she'd never been close enough to a wolf to observe its movements? The smile on her face and the golden eyes were so intricate and beautiful that he wasn't sure whether to be upset with her for being with Luke when he was like this, or extremely proud that his daughter could capture such beauty and illustrate it without losing its intensity.
Turning back to her resting figure, he wondered what in the hell was making her body contort so? Her face was marred by a frown of excruciating pain, and her hands were pressing her thin abdomen deeper into the hallow of her. Her long hair was laid across the pillow like a halo, except it was all drenched in sweat. She was mumbling words he couldn't understand, with beads of sweat trailing down her rigid body.
Spontaneously her body flew apart on the bed, her limbs flying in every direction. She sat up abruptly; her eyes wide open as she seemed to stare right through him. He wasn't sure if it was just the light, but he thought he saw two orbs of gold before she abruptly bolted from her bed. The next sound that tumbled from the bathroom into her room was of her purging.
"Sophia, are you ok?" he called.
After gurgling some mouthwash, she returned to the room wiping her face with a towel.
"What are you doing here Dad?"
"Just checking to see if you were ok. Would you like some warm Ginger ale?"
*Already tried that, doesn't work!*
"No thanks." She smiled settling herself down on the bed.
"So how was school?"
"Boring as ever. The teachers are still trying to teach us stuff. For some reason they think homework would be a real help." She sighed.
"Has Scott asked you out again?" he asked ignoring her sarcasm.
"Our first date didn't really go too well, so I doubt that he'll want to ask for another."
"Oh, what happened?"
"Nothing major." She sighed ruffling back her disheveled hair.
"Did you really like him?"
"Not particularly. I mean he was cute, and sometimes funny, but he wasn't second date material. It's not like I'm going to turn into a whimpering slob because he doesn't call me. I'm an independent woman, plus he was kinda' boring. The date was so cliché. Made me feel like a blonde. I bet I would have had a better time with Lu- London." She said catching herself.
"Oh," he sighed. his plan had failed. "So who's London?"
"Uh . . ."
*Who is London?*
"He's in my Chemistry class, he's real quiet." She lied.
*Yeah so quiet that it's like he's not even there. Like he doesn't exist!*
"So you've got no new love interest?"
"What's the sudden interest in my love life? Or lack there of to be politically correct!"
"Nothing really."
"Dad, are you ok?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I don't know, you just seem kinda' lost . . . or nostalgic."
He grinned. "I'm just thinking about how much you've grown. It was like last week I was taking you to kindergarten and now your off with boys, kissing them and talking about second dates."
"Dad, don't go all old man on me now! I was bound to grow up eventually, and now that I have, ya' gotta' accept it. This is the real world and no matter what, you're gunna' have to let me out into it."
"Can't I keep remembering?"
"Go ahead, you only live once, so why not live on the edge!"
"Do you remember the Peter Pan statue in town? Marie used to take you there everyday after school."
"Yeah, how could I forget! Mom used to say that someday when my life got bad, Peter would fly down and take me to Never Never land with him. We would fly to that star, and I'd meet all the lost boys. I remembered after she died, Luke and I would sit beside it after school for hours, just waiting for Peter Pan to show up and ease me of my pain. But he never did."
"You used to always come home crying then. Whenever I asked you what was wrong you wouldn't tell me. Finally one day I guess you got mad at Peter and you told me the whole story, along with the confession that you then didn't trust Peter anymore, or the lost boys. That was after I woke you up from a terrible dream where you'd been crying in your sleep."
"Sometimes when I'm really upset, I still go up there and just wait."
"Does it help?"
"Yeah, actually."
"So, uh, what are you going to do about summer?"
"I don't know, work?"
"You want to work at the diner all summer long?"
"I don't mind," she shrugged, "it's not like I've got anything better to do."
"You did, Florence-"
"Dad, please let's not get into that again. My decision to stay was all my choice, and I don't regret it."
"I just don't get it. Florence . . . Europe . . . they used to be your dream! Even when you were eight you told me that you'd wanted to get married to a European with a quote unquote, 'sexy accent'."
"Well Dad, that was eight years ago. Eventually one's priorities change, and so do their taste in men."
"Well I was thinking, in Worthington (the fake next town), they need some teenagers to help run the day camp as camp counselors. Would you like to do that? I think it'd be a lot more fun than serving food to truck drivers all summer."
"Maybe."
"Well you can think about it." He smiled disarmingly.
"Ok."
"So, uh, what prompted you to paint that?" he asked motioning towards the canvass.
"Nothing really. I was just bored, and the town's name has been stamped into my head permanently, along with the fact that there is truth to it. So I guess I kinda' just was thinking about it." She said, controlling her voice as not to raise suspicion.
She wasn't sure how he'd react if he found that the reason why she'd painted this wolf because this was the one that haunted her dreams.
"Have you ever seen a white wolf up this close?" he inquired innocently.
"No, isn't Ruby the only one in the pack?"
"Yeah, for over a century now. But you've captured the wolf really well for a person who made this up, or even actually had one standing directly in front of her."
"Thanks."
"You're very talented."
Pushing her hair away from her face, she opened her mouth to say something, but was silenced by the ring of his cell phone. Raising a finger to silence her, he answered.
"Hello, Sheriff Donner . . . Calm down, explain it . . . What? . . . When? . . . Tonight? . . . Did you call Sherman? . . . I'll be right over . . . How did it happen? . . . I'm coming right over!" he assured hanging up.
"What is it?" Sophia asked hearing the panic in his voice.
"Willard Cates, he was found murdered in the woods tonight."
"What?" she gasped.
"Yeah, I'm going over now."
"Can I come?" she asked in a small voice.
"Sophia." He groaned.
"Dad, he was there for me, and I want to be there for him."
"How can you trust him?"
"This has nothing to do with trust, just a friendship that's been there for as long as I could remember. He was my first friend."
"C'mon." he sighed.
"Thanks." She smiled grabbing his old WLSD hoodie and pulling it over her tank.
Exiting the house, they climbed silently in his truck and drove to the Cates mansion.
TBC . . .
A/N: I bet you didn't see that one coming huh? Well this one was like the only one free of L/S, well in contact anyway. Just so you know, this was like a week after the date, not the same night. I'm not good at the whole time passing recognition thing. Hoped you liked this one even if it was really short. I had fun writing these, and your reviews make it all the sweeter.
