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Chapter 1: A walk in the woods
Claire sat by the fire and stared aimlessly into the burning embers, her wavy auburn hair and soft brown eyes shining with the reflection of the flames. She sat remembering what had brought her out to the middle of the woods in the first place...
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She walked up to the stone path to the front door of her house in Greenwich Ct., she had come home from her business trip early to surprise her fiancé. As she put the key in the antique lock in the door she got an eerie feeling. Something nipped at the back of her mind, there is something wrong here. Upon opening the door she heard someone in the living room, except the noises were not those of burglars. It was more like a groaning, like a wounded animal. She followed the sounds that were radiating from the living room. Walking down the beige colored hallway she noticed the small end table was pushed out of its original place and almost blocked off the hall and familiar articles of clothing were spread about the hard wood floor; a pair of black pants, a red brazier, a white blouse, all very familiar...to familiar. She gently moved the table back to its original position, up- righting the picture of her and Charlie, her fiancé, on the beach during their vacation in Hawaii.
As Claire approached the doorway to the living room the noises grew louder and she turned to face the couch that sat against the far wall under the picture of Monet's Water Lily. Her mouth fell open in a state of shock as she watched her fiancé slide his hand up the naked thigh of a woman who in return kissed playfully at his bare chest and neck.
"Charlie?" She asked, in a very skeptical tone, not believing what she saw. The man that was on the couch froze. He looked at the woman he was on top of and for a moment fear ran through his entire body. Shit! He then looked in Claire's direction, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment seen clearly on his face.
"Claire...this isn't what it looks like...I'm not...this isn't..." his heavily Irish accented voice trailed off as Claire took her attention off of him and focused on the woman he was straddling. The woman looked her squarely in the eye as if to say, that's right I got your guy.
"And Ashley? But you were my best friend, how could you...I trusted you..." Claire again turned her attention back to Charlie, a new hatred easily heard in her voice.
"We were getting married in a week! How could you do this to me?!" Claire's voice now elevated to a yell. She walked over to the couch, past the coffee table that held countless pictures of her and Charlie in various places they had gone during their years together. Passing the table and coming up on the couch she tried not to look at the naked bodies of the two people she considered the most trust worthy in her life but rather focus on their faces and trying desperately to hold back tears of anger. Upon reaching the couch she bent down and picked up the light blue dress shirt that lie on the Persian rug next to the book case and clenched her fist around it. Noticing the anger in her face Charlie tried desperately to make up a good excuse but to no avail.
"Sweetheart...you weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow." The words hit her like cinder blocks. Where does he come off!
"Oh...I see...I wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow so you fuck my best friend...is that how it works?! She yelled in his face as the burst of air that came from her lungs made his short black and tousled hair sweep back from his face. All he could do was look at her and after a few moments he could not even do that anymore. He turned his face away and Ashley spoke up.
"Apparently yes" Claire glared daggers at her for a moment before finally making up her mind that she would take her leave. It was all she could do to keep her from hitting this bitch in the face.
"Put some clothes on you whore and make sure he pays you before you go" And with that she stormed out of the living room leaving the two lover's on the couch fumbling over each other desperately searching for the clothes they had left lying about the house.
Claire slammed the door to her green explorer and stuck the key in the ignition forcefully. She jammed on the gas and sped away, the hot tears of anger streaming down her face and the feeling of deceit still in her stomach.
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What a bastard! Just the thought of the fair skinned, black haired Irishman that ripped out her heart and crushed it into the ground made her blood run cold and a chill go up her spine. As she sat on the ground the only light being produced came from the fire. The surrounding trees were not visible and only the sounds of the night creatures could be heard.
"I need to go for a walk" she exclaimed to no one in particular. Once she threw a bucket of water on the fire and everything that had once been light was now dark. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust but once they had she could see the moonlight streaming through the trees and landing on the most sacred places of earth. She turned around once to make sure that everything in her camp was where she had left it, then chose a direction to go and headed off into the blackness of the night.
She had been walking among the tall evergreen trees for a little over an hour wondering what she had done to deserve that when she happened upon a cave in the side of a cliff. This wasn't here before. She had been to these woods ever since she was sixteen and had explored every part of them until being there had felt more like home than her actual home had. Curiosity setting in she decided to enter the cave and have a look around. It was darker in the cave than it had been outside with the exception of the small area of moonlight that streamed in through the opening. Walking closer and closer to the back of the cave she saw that there was more to it than met the eye. As the moonlight became a speck in the blackness behind her she turned her attention toward the abyss that lie ahead. Looking into the dark she noticed another light, this one was different though. It had a green hue to it and was sweet and warm, much unlike the coolness that was brought on by the moon at the other end of the cavern. She was drawn to it and didn't want to fight the wonderful feeling it gave her. Like cool spring water running through her hair or the soft tickling of green summer grass on bare skin. What is this place, what the... When she looked out into the wonderful light that made her feel things she had not felt in a long time she was blinded by a bright white light and all of a sudden everything went dark.
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A/N: I had so much fun writing this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it and don't worry it isn't a marysue.
Chapter 1: A walk in the woods
Claire sat by the fire and stared aimlessly into the burning embers, her wavy auburn hair and soft brown eyes shining with the reflection of the flames. She sat remembering what had brought her out to the middle of the woods in the first place...
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She walked up to the stone path to the front door of her house in Greenwich Ct., she had come home from her business trip early to surprise her fiancé. As she put the key in the antique lock in the door she got an eerie feeling. Something nipped at the back of her mind, there is something wrong here. Upon opening the door she heard someone in the living room, except the noises were not those of burglars. It was more like a groaning, like a wounded animal. She followed the sounds that were radiating from the living room. Walking down the beige colored hallway she noticed the small end table was pushed out of its original place and almost blocked off the hall and familiar articles of clothing were spread about the hard wood floor; a pair of black pants, a red brazier, a white blouse, all very familiar...to familiar. She gently moved the table back to its original position, up- righting the picture of her and Charlie, her fiancé, on the beach during their vacation in Hawaii.
As Claire approached the doorway to the living room the noises grew louder and she turned to face the couch that sat against the far wall under the picture of Monet's Water Lily. Her mouth fell open in a state of shock as she watched her fiancé slide his hand up the naked thigh of a woman who in return kissed playfully at his bare chest and neck.
"Charlie?" She asked, in a very skeptical tone, not believing what she saw. The man that was on the couch froze. He looked at the woman he was on top of and for a moment fear ran through his entire body. Shit! He then looked in Claire's direction, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment seen clearly on his face.
"Claire...this isn't what it looks like...I'm not...this isn't..." his heavily Irish accented voice trailed off as Claire took her attention off of him and focused on the woman he was straddling. The woman looked her squarely in the eye as if to say, that's right I got your guy.
"And Ashley? But you were my best friend, how could you...I trusted you..." Claire again turned her attention back to Charlie, a new hatred easily heard in her voice.
"We were getting married in a week! How could you do this to me?!" Claire's voice now elevated to a yell. She walked over to the couch, past the coffee table that held countless pictures of her and Charlie in various places they had gone during their years together. Passing the table and coming up on the couch she tried not to look at the naked bodies of the two people she considered the most trust worthy in her life but rather focus on their faces and trying desperately to hold back tears of anger. Upon reaching the couch she bent down and picked up the light blue dress shirt that lie on the Persian rug next to the book case and clenched her fist around it. Noticing the anger in her face Charlie tried desperately to make up a good excuse but to no avail.
"Sweetheart...you weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow." The words hit her like cinder blocks. Where does he come off!
"Oh...I see...I wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow so you fuck my best friend...is that how it works?! She yelled in his face as the burst of air that came from her lungs made his short black and tousled hair sweep back from his face. All he could do was look at her and after a few moments he could not even do that anymore. He turned his face away and Ashley spoke up.
"Apparently yes" Claire glared daggers at her for a moment before finally making up her mind that she would take her leave. It was all she could do to keep her from hitting this bitch in the face.
"Put some clothes on you whore and make sure he pays you before you go" And with that she stormed out of the living room leaving the two lover's on the couch fumbling over each other desperately searching for the clothes they had left lying about the house.
Claire slammed the door to her green explorer and stuck the key in the ignition forcefully. She jammed on the gas and sped away, the hot tears of anger streaming down her face and the feeling of deceit still in her stomach.
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What a bastard! Just the thought of the fair skinned, black haired Irishman that ripped out her heart and crushed it into the ground made her blood run cold and a chill go up her spine. As she sat on the ground the only light being produced came from the fire. The surrounding trees were not visible and only the sounds of the night creatures could be heard.
"I need to go for a walk" she exclaimed to no one in particular. Once she threw a bucket of water on the fire and everything that had once been light was now dark. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust but once they had she could see the moonlight streaming through the trees and landing on the most sacred places of earth. She turned around once to make sure that everything in her camp was where she had left it, then chose a direction to go and headed off into the blackness of the night.
She had been walking among the tall evergreen trees for a little over an hour wondering what she had done to deserve that when she happened upon a cave in the side of a cliff. This wasn't here before. She had been to these woods ever since she was sixteen and had explored every part of them until being there had felt more like home than her actual home had. Curiosity setting in she decided to enter the cave and have a look around. It was darker in the cave than it had been outside with the exception of the small area of moonlight that streamed in through the opening. Walking closer and closer to the back of the cave she saw that there was more to it than met the eye. As the moonlight became a speck in the blackness behind her she turned her attention toward the abyss that lie ahead. Looking into the dark she noticed another light, this one was different though. It had a green hue to it and was sweet and warm, much unlike the coolness that was brought on by the moon at the other end of the cavern. She was drawn to it and didn't want to fight the wonderful feeling it gave her. Like cool spring water running through her hair or the soft tickling of green summer grass on bare skin. What is this place, what the... When she looked out into the wonderful light that made her feel things she had not felt in a long time she was blinded by a bright white light and all of a sudden everything went dark.
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A/N: I had so much fun writing this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it and don't worry it isn't a marysue.