. . . Sweet Dreams
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake; all I own is my mind (and like a couple of pairs of jeans), which is why all the characters suck.
A/N: I hate school. So anywayz hope that V-day was great (it wasn't for me, but the upside was that I found a prom dress!)! Uh, here's some advice I learned that day: Jesus is coming, look busy! ~Bye ^_~ ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
. . . Sweet Dreams XVIII:
"Hey Donner, there's someone here to see you," Khanin's voice announced on the phone's intercom.
"Who is it?"
A deep chuckle emitted from Khanin before he answered,
"You wouldn't believe it even if I told you!"
A confused look consumed his features as he wondered what Khanin meant. But as soon as the doorknob turned, he understood. The smell of cinnamon, earth and honey preceded him.
"What do you want?" he growled as soon as the door flung open.
He was the cause of all his problems. This young asshole, masking himself as the future "Alpha" was the reason why his daughter was going down a path that would later lead to destruction. He was the reason that all his and Marie's wishes for Sophia would dissipate. He was the reason that everything was eroding. He was the reason why their lives were ruined.
Luke Cates symbolized the ruin of the Donners.
"I needed to speak to you about her," he answered, although fear overpowering his scent, his voice was steady; yet a little weak.
"I don't need any consultations with you about her. You ruined her. You're making her choose when it wasn't a choice before," he spat, "I'm not talking to you about her!"
"You're not talking to her either. Have you seen how much she's suffering? Have you noticed how much she needs you and how selfish you've been to deny her. You're supposed to be her father-"
"That's right! I'm her father! I know what's best for her, so what gives you the right to interfere. What gives you the right to question me at all? All I've ever done was to help keep her safe, and all you've ever done was try to ruin my little girl. You've tried to turn her into one of your little whores! You've tried to make her and mold her into Prestley! You've tried to make her bend to your will and until now, I've been able to keep you away from her. I've been able to teach her the difference between the type of guy that you are and the type that will treat her good, but for some reason you've obstructed that. I don't get it. Why in the hell are you doing this?"
"I love her," he replied, his deep green eyes challenging Donner's.
"Yeah, I'm sure that's what you like to tell yourself to rationalize it. You don't love her, you're only infatuated with her. She was a conquest. She didn't want you at first, and that intrigued you. And as soon as you get tired of her, you're going to throw her away with the bathwater. You don't love her, ya' damn hoodlum, you don't even know the meaning of the word!"
"I know that I love her and she loves me. I know that I trust her with my whole being. And I also know that when she Changes, she'll be mine!"
Donner's eyes shot up in surprise.
"Yours! Yours? Do you really think she's going to succumb to becoming part of your harem? So you really think she's going to even want to join the pack?"
"She will," Luke replied, his jaw flexing in defiance.
"Sophia will never want to be tied down to the pack, especially not to you. You're the one that abandoned her as soon as you turned. You're the one that claimed to be her friend, but when it was decided that it was un- cool for you two to hang out, you bailed on her. The pack is responsible for her mother's death. The pack totally shunned her and her entire being after her father decided her wanted to mate outside of his 'kind'. The pack has basically ignored her existence until they realized that she might just Change," he smirked, "You may think that Sophia will put all that hurt past her, and 'love' or should I say lust, would prevail, but that's a hell of a lie! The pack has been the source of her unhappiness since she could remember. Just because you 'think' you're in love with her, doesn't mean she'll give up everything to be with you."
Luke's jaw flexed in anger as Donner's words sank in.
"Hell, she doesn't even trust you!" Donner added bitterly.
Luke's eyes became ablaze with the realization that Donner was right. He'd known all along, he just wouldn't acknowledge it. The reason why she wouldn't respond to him was because she didn't trust him. She couldn't trust him; and it was his fault.
"I'm right!" Donner chuckled darkly.
"She will be mine!" Luke announced turning and leaving the building.
~***~
Brushing her hair into place, she secured it with a band and placed a pin in her hair so that the layers wouldn't fall out of place.
Surveying herself in the mirror, she grinned. She looked really good. Dressed in a black, one shoulder tank, and a cute little denim mini, her long legs were clad in fishnet stockings and cute side buckled, shiny leather boots. Her hair was done in a half ponytail with long curls dancing down her back. Large hoop earrings hung from her ears and a small silver chocker was strung around her neck. Her eyes were rimmed in dark make-up, giving the smoky, wide-eyed appeal. Her lips were painted in a high gloss that was only the tiniest tint lighter than her actual lips. And her cheekbones were dusted with blush.
Scrutinizing her figure in the mirror, she thanked the Moon that Hannah had let her borrow her clothes. Jamie's sister was a god- no, moon- send seeing as nothing fit her very skinny figure anymore.
"Dad, I'm going to the party!" she called as she entered the sitting room where he sat.
Nothing.
"You didn't even say that I could go to this shindig, but you didn't say I couldn't either!" she sang as she stood in front of him.
Nothing.
"Hey Dad, I'm using semantics, you hate that! You say that technicalities are what's wrong with the world and other stuff. I forget 'cuz sometimes I don't really pay attention to your lectures."
Nothing.
"Look at what I'm wearing! Man, I look like I'm going out to work a corner or something!"
Nothing.
"You can't let me out of the house wearing this! I mean what will the police think when they come to arrest me for stripping?"
Nothing.
"All you have to say is stay, and I will," she coaxed.
Nothing.
"You don't even have to speak to me afterwards, just don't shut me out completely."
Nothing.
"Ok, I'm going," she called opening the front door just as Jamie pulled up.
Nothing.
"I wont be back for a week. When I do get back I'm gunna' need the bigger room for my new husband, a biker named Spike. I'm also going to need the nursery because I'll be pregnant with the lovechild of Spike's best friend, Bud. Bud will be living in our house and will . . ." she faltered at the cold, chiseled visage on his face.
Nothing.
"I'll kiss Luke at the party if you don't stop me!" she tried one last time.
Nothing.
"Ok, I'm leaving, bye," she whispered before closing the door behind her.
"How'd it go?" Jamie asked.
"He didn't say a word," she groaned as she settled into the front seat of the car.
"Sorry," Jamie sighed before speeding away from the house.
As they entered "Gold Dust" they were assaulted by the violent scent of alcohol and smoke. Sophia's sensitive senses burned from the poisonous smells as she made her way towards a group of Jamie's friends.
"Hey Jamie," they laughed, "hi Sophia," they smiled politely.
Ignoring their apathy about her being there, she scanned the crowd of teenagers rubbing against one another as the danced, and tried to find a familiar face.
Standing by the wall was Charlie. He looked bored as he mechanically nodded his head to the music and shot fake smiles to people who greeted him as they passed.
"Hey James," she said, interrupting a dry joke, "I'm going to go hang out with a friend, I'll see you later."
"Who?"
"Charlie."
"Ok." She smiled before returning to her friends.
Sophia made her way towards her friend, unaware of the leaf green orbs following her every move.
~***~
"Hey man, what's up?" Sean said patting him on the back in a silent greeting.
"What- oh, nothing, just, ya' know, making sure that nobody steps out of line."
"When you say nobody, you mean Sophia Donner?"
"No, when I say nobody, I mean the Skinwalkers."
"C'mon man, you're not that good of an actor. So where is she?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he answered, his voice unusually cool.
"Where?"
Following Luke's eyes, he spotted Sophia dancing with an unfamiliar meatboy. She danced and laughed as if she couldn't feel the cold, unblinking glare of Luke on her skin.
"Luke, just give her some time. Everything is moving so fast; she's confused right now. She'll come, don't worry."
"I don't get why it's taking so long for her to see what's in front of her?"
"Well she's not the only one to blame. You're the one who cheated on her. You can't expect her to suddenly forget that and pursue the relationship without caution. If she decides that she doesn't care what happened and wants to be with you, not only will she be giving up her heart, she'll also be giving up her entire way of life-"
"I know that. Damnit! I know that she's sacrificing herself to be with me, everyone has been drilling that into my head. I know that it's got to be her choice, and if she does Change, it's a really big deal. But why in the hell does she have to flaunt herself that way? Why in the hell does she dance with that meatboy in front of my face, telling me that I can't have her! God, I hate her!"
"You love her!"
"Yeah, that too." He groaned pushing his hair away from his forehead violently.
"Man, she'll come around. You just have to wait patiently, and she'll come."
"Whatever."
~***~
Moving with the pounding of the drums, her heart beat simultaneously, swaying in perfect time with the alternative song. As the beats mellowed and the lead singer readied herself for a solemn ballad, a wave of nausea flushed over her, cooling her skin and accelerating her pulse. Doubling over just as the tearing of her stomach began, she cried,
"Charlie, excuse me!" she managed before darting in the direction of the bathroom.
Seeing the huge line of people waiting to get in to the lavatory, she pushed past them all and burst into the small chamber just as a couple was about consummate their relationship.
Barely hearing the strident scream of the girl, Sophia hunched over the toilet, retching the contents of her stomach in the public bowl.
She felt her insides heat up with such an intensity that she felt lightheaded and sunk onto the cold, linoleum tiled floor. Her head rested on the cool bowl, letting the porcelain sooth her scorching skin as she concentrated on breathing.
As she sat there trying to regain her bearings, she could feel the many sets of eyes watching her, wondering what sort of inebriation had caused her to purge. She could hear their many voices whispering outrageous stories, trying to explain why the Sheriff's daughter had heaved the contents of her stomach on the floor of a nightclub restroom.
In moments, she'd lifted herself and emptied her stomach with another wave of nausea anon.
In ten minutes she threw up all the contents of her stomach until she felt herself trying to wretch out the entire organ.
Finally lifting herself on two very shaky legs, she ambled drunkenly past the curious spectators and went in search of Jamie.
In a matter of moments, Jamie found her. Jamie's eyes were wide with the knowledge that the rumor going around the club was that Sheriff Donner's daughter was drunk.
"Jamie, I need to go home," she whispered, holding on to her friend's shoulders in order to remain upright.
"Sophia, what's wrong?"
"I just threw up in the bathroom . . . I think I'm sick!"
"What happen-arrg! Sophia, you're hurting me!" she screamed prying her arms from her shoulders.
"I-" and before she could finish the statement, a flash of snowy white pelt flicker before her eyes before she collapsed to the club's dance floor.
"Sophia, Sophia, what's wrong?" Jamie cried leaning over her friend's limp figure. "Wake up, please wake up!"
Suddenly Luke was by her side. His voice was barely audible as he leaned over her fallen figure and began CPR. As he was pushing down on her breastbone, she suddenly began to convulse beneath him as if she were having a seizure. Beads of sweat rolled down her skin and her body glowed with fever.
"Sophia, Sophia," Luke coaxed softly. "Wake up babe, wake up. I need you. You can't leave now. Just open your eyes and wake up." He urged.
Then, as if a bolt of lightening jolting her awake, her bodice sprung upward, her usually chocolate eyes opened wide- but unseeing- and were dipped in the most vivid shade of gold, almost illuminating her whole being.
"Sean, Sean, get my car ready, we've got to get her to the hospital!"
Before he could reach her, she'd slumped back into a comatose state.
"Hurry the hell up!" he yelled scooping her into his arms effortlessly and carrying her down the parted sea of flabbergasted teenagers- the Skinwalkers following wordlessly.
As they followed the leader, the realization of the moment dawned on them. Sophia Donner was Changing, and Luke Cates, the future 'Alpha' of the pack, was walking away with his mate, their future Queen.
TBC . . .
A/N: hoped you like this one. Sorry it took so long to write, but I've been really swamped w/ homework. I've decided I want to be a freshman again, I never did homework. Plus I had biology, and I had the best teacher ever, Mrs. Blaso. She left the class during our final, and I passed w/o ever opening the book. Ahh! o ^_^ o
P A/N: THREE MORE CHAPPIES LEFT!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake; all I own is my mind (and like a couple of pairs of jeans), which is why all the characters suck.
A/N: I hate school. So anywayz hope that V-day was great (it wasn't for me, but the upside was that I found a prom dress!)! Uh, here's some advice I learned that day: Jesus is coming, look busy! ~Bye ^_~ ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
. . . Sweet Dreams XVIII:
"Hey Donner, there's someone here to see you," Khanin's voice announced on the phone's intercom.
"Who is it?"
A deep chuckle emitted from Khanin before he answered,
"You wouldn't believe it even if I told you!"
A confused look consumed his features as he wondered what Khanin meant. But as soon as the doorknob turned, he understood. The smell of cinnamon, earth and honey preceded him.
"What do you want?" he growled as soon as the door flung open.
He was the cause of all his problems. This young asshole, masking himself as the future "Alpha" was the reason why his daughter was going down a path that would later lead to destruction. He was the reason that all his and Marie's wishes for Sophia would dissipate. He was the reason that everything was eroding. He was the reason why their lives were ruined.
Luke Cates symbolized the ruin of the Donners.
"I needed to speak to you about her," he answered, although fear overpowering his scent, his voice was steady; yet a little weak.
"I don't need any consultations with you about her. You ruined her. You're making her choose when it wasn't a choice before," he spat, "I'm not talking to you about her!"
"You're not talking to her either. Have you seen how much she's suffering? Have you noticed how much she needs you and how selfish you've been to deny her. You're supposed to be her father-"
"That's right! I'm her father! I know what's best for her, so what gives you the right to interfere. What gives you the right to question me at all? All I've ever done was to help keep her safe, and all you've ever done was try to ruin my little girl. You've tried to turn her into one of your little whores! You've tried to make her and mold her into Prestley! You've tried to make her bend to your will and until now, I've been able to keep you away from her. I've been able to teach her the difference between the type of guy that you are and the type that will treat her good, but for some reason you've obstructed that. I don't get it. Why in the hell are you doing this?"
"I love her," he replied, his deep green eyes challenging Donner's.
"Yeah, I'm sure that's what you like to tell yourself to rationalize it. You don't love her, you're only infatuated with her. She was a conquest. She didn't want you at first, and that intrigued you. And as soon as you get tired of her, you're going to throw her away with the bathwater. You don't love her, ya' damn hoodlum, you don't even know the meaning of the word!"
"I know that I love her and she loves me. I know that I trust her with my whole being. And I also know that when she Changes, she'll be mine!"
Donner's eyes shot up in surprise.
"Yours! Yours? Do you really think she's going to succumb to becoming part of your harem? So you really think she's going to even want to join the pack?"
"She will," Luke replied, his jaw flexing in defiance.
"Sophia will never want to be tied down to the pack, especially not to you. You're the one that abandoned her as soon as you turned. You're the one that claimed to be her friend, but when it was decided that it was un- cool for you two to hang out, you bailed on her. The pack is responsible for her mother's death. The pack totally shunned her and her entire being after her father decided her wanted to mate outside of his 'kind'. The pack has basically ignored her existence until they realized that she might just Change," he smirked, "You may think that Sophia will put all that hurt past her, and 'love' or should I say lust, would prevail, but that's a hell of a lie! The pack has been the source of her unhappiness since she could remember. Just because you 'think' you're in love with her, doesn't mean she'll give up everything to be with you."
Luke's jaw flexed in anger as Donner's words sank in.
"Hell, she doesn't even trust you!" Donner added bitterly.
Luke's eyes became ablaze with the realization that Donner was right. He'd known all along, he just wouldn't acknowledge it. The reason why she wouldn't respond to him was because she didn't trust him. She couldn't trust him; and it was his fault.
"I'm right!" Donner chuckled darkly.
"She will be mine!" Luke announced turning and leaving the building.
~***~
Brushing her hair into place, she secured it with a band and placed a pin in her hair so that the layers wouldn't fall out of place.
Surveying herself in the mirror, she grinned. She looked really good. Dressed in a black, one shoulder tank, and a cute little denim mini, her long legs were clad in fishnet stockings and cute side buckled, shiny leather boots. Her hair was done in a half ponytail with long curls dancing down her back. Large hoop earrings hung from her ears and a small silver chocker was strung around her neck. Her eyes were rimmed in dark make-up, giving the smoky, wide-eyed appeal. Her lips were painted in a high gloss that was only the tiniest tint lighter than her actual lips. And her cheekbones were dusted with blush.
Scrutinizing her figure in the mirror, she thanked the Moon that Hannah had let her borrow her clothes. Jamie's sister was a god- no, moon- send seeing as nothing fit her very skinny figure anymore.
"Dad, I'm going to the party!" she called as she entered the sitting room where he sat.
Nothing.
"You didn't even say that I could go to this shindig, but you didn't say I couldn't either!" she sang as she stood in front of him.
Nothing.
"Hey Dad, I'm using semantics, you hate that! You say that technicalities are what's wrong with the world and other stuff. I forget 'cuz sometimes I don't really pay attention to your lectures."
Nothing.
"Look at what I'm wearing! Man, I look like I'm going out to work a corner or something!"
Nothing.
"You can't let me out of the house wearing this! I mean what will the police think when they come to arrest me for stripping?"
Nothing.
"All you have to say is stay, and I will," she coaxed.
Nothing.
"You don't even have to speak to me afterwards, just don't shut me out completely."
Nothing.
"Ok, I'm going," she called opening the front door just as Jamie pulled up.
Nothing.
"I wont be back for a week. When I do get back I'm gunna' need the bigger room for my new husband, a biker named Spike. I'm also going to need the nursery because I'll be pregnant with the lovechild of Spike's best friend, Bud. Bud will be living in our house and will . . ." she faltered at the cold, chiseled visage on his face.
Nothing.
"I'll kiss Luke at the party if you don't stop me!" she tried one last time.
Nothing.
"Ok, I'm leaving, bye," she whispered before closing the door behind her.
"How'd it go?" Jamie asked.
"He didn't say a word," she groaned as she settled into the front seat of the car.
"Sorry," Jamie sighed before speeding away from the house.
As they entered "Gold Dust" they were assaulted by the violent scent of alcohol and smoke. Sophia's sensitive senses burned from the poisonous smells as she made her way towards a group of Jamie's friends.
"Hey Jamie," they laughed, "hi Sophia," they smiled politely.
Ignoring their apathy about her being there, she scanned the crowd of teenagers rubbing against one another as the danced, and tried to find a familiar face.
Standing by the wall was Charlie. He looked bored as he mechanically nodded his head to the music and shot fake smiles to people who greeted him as they passed.
"Hey James," she said, interrupting a dry joke, "I'm going to go hang out with a friend, I'll see you later."
"Who?"
"Charlie."
"Ok." She smiled before returning to her friends.
Sophia made her way towards her friend, unaware of the leaf green orbs following her every move.
~***~
"Hey man, what's up?" Sean said patting him on the back in a silent greeting.
"What- oh, nothing, just, ya' know, making sure that nobody steps out of line."
"When you say nobody, you mean Sophia Donner?"
"No, when I say nobody, I mean the Skinwalkers."
"C'mon man, you're not that good of an actor. So where is she?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he answered, his voice unusually cool.
"Where?"
Following Luke's eyes, he spotted Sophia dancing with an unfamiliar meatboy. She danced and laughed as if she couldn't feel the cold, unblinking glare of Luke on her skin.
"Luke, just give her some time. Everything is moving so fast; she's confused right now. She'll come, don't worry."
"I don't get why it's taking so long for her to see what's in front of her?"
"Well she's not the only one to blame. You're the one who cheated on her. You can't expect her to suddenly forget that and pursue the relationship without caution. If she decides that she doesn't care what happened and wants to be with you, not only will she be giving up her heart, she'll also be giving up her entire way of life-"
"I know that. Damnit! I know that she's sacrificing herself to be with me, everyone has been drilling that into my head. I know that it's got to be her choice, and if she does Change, it's a really big deal. But why in the hell does she have to flaunt herself that way? Why in the hell does she dance with that meatboy in front of my face, telling me that I can't have her! God, I hate her!"
"You love her!"
"Yeah, that too." He groaned pushing his hair away from his forehead violently.
"Man, she'll come around. You just have to wait patiently, and she'll come."
"Whatever."
~***~
Moving with the pounding of the drums, her heart beat simultaneously, swaying in perfect time with the alternative song. As the beats mellowed and the lead singer readied herself for a solemn ballad, a wave of nausea flushed over her, cooling her skin and accelerating her pulse. Doubling over just as the tearing of her stomach began, she cried,
"Charlie, excuse me!" she managed before darting in the direction of the bathroom.
Seeing the huge line of people waiting to get in to the lavatory, she pushed past them all and burst into the small chamber just as a couple was about consummate their relationship.
Barely hearing the strident scream of the girl, Sophia hunched over the toilet, retching the contents of her stomach in the public bowl.
She felt her insides heat up with such an intensity that she felt lightheaded and sunk onto the cold, linoleum tiled floor. Her head rested on the cool bowl, letting the porcelain sooth her scorching skin as she concentrated on breathing.
As she sat there trying to regain her bearings, she could feel the many sets of eyes watching her, wondering what sort of inebriation had caused her to purge. She could hear their many voices whispering outrageous stories, trying to explain why the Sheriff's daughter had heaved the contents of her stomach on the floor of a nightclub restroom.
In moments, she'd lifted herself and emptied her stomach with another wave of nausea anon.
In ten minutes she threw up all the contents of her stomach until she felt herself trying to wretch out the entire organ.
Finally lifting herself on two very shaky legs, she ambled drunkenly past the curious spectators and went in search of Jamie.
In a matter of moments, Jamie found her. Jamie's eyes were wide with the knowledge that the rumor going around the club was that Sheriff Donner's daughter was drunk.
"Jamie, I need to go home," she whispered, holding on to her friend's shoulders in order to remain upright.
"Sophia, what's wrong?"
"I just threw up in the bathroom . . . I think I'm sick!"
"What happen-arrg! Sophia, you're hurting me!" she screamed prying her arms from her shoulders.
"I-" and before she could finish the statement, a flash of snowy white pelt flicker before her eyes before she collapsed to the club's dance floor.
"Sophia, Sophia, what's wrong?" Jamie cried leaning over her friend's limp figure. "Wake up, please wake up!"
Suddenly Luke was by her side. His voice was barely audible as he leaned over her fallen figure and began CPR. As he was pushing down on her breastbone, she suddenly began to convulse beneath him as if she were having a seizure. Beads of sweat rolled down her skin and her body glowed with fever.
"Sophia, Sophia," Luke coaxed softly. "Wake up babe, wake up. I need you. You can't leave now. Just open your eyes and wake up." He urged.
Then, as if a bolt of lightening jolting her awake, her bodice sprung upward, her usually chocolate eyes opened wide- but unseeing- and were dipped in the most vivid shade of gold, almost illuminating her whole being.
"Sean, Sean, get my car ready, we've got to get her to the hospital!"
Before he could reach her, she'd slumped back into a comatose state.
"Hurry the hell up!" he yelled scooping her into his arms effortlessly and carrying her down the parted sea of flabbergasted teenagers- the Skinwalkers following wordlessly.
As they followed the leader, the realization of the moment dawned on them. Sophia Donner was Changing, and Luke Cates, the future 'Alpha' of the pack, was walking away with his mate, their future Queen.
TBC . . .
A/N: hoped you like this one. Sorry it took so long to write, but I've been really swamped w/ homework. I've decided I want to be a freshman again, I never did homework. Plus I had biology, and I had the best teacher ever, Mrs. Blaso. She left the class during our final, and I passed w/o ever opening the book. Ahh! o ^_^ o
P A/N: THREE MORE CHAPPIES LEFT!!!!!!!!!!
