Title: Primitive Eyes
Author: BlueWitch
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Um. not mine. Don't sue, all you'll get is my deceitful, flesh- eating cat. Wolf Lake belongs to, uh.. Viacom? Maybe. Whatever.
Feedback: Pretty Please? My insecurities as a fiction writer run deep.
Summary: Okay, begins where the evil finale (and supposedly LAST eppy) leaves off. Sophia's beginning to show signs of "wolfen" behavior.
Sophia lazily made swirls with her dishtowel and stared off at the wall once again. She shook her head angrily. Focusing on work was beginning to be a challenge. After sleeping a few hours, she'd felt sluggish and perfectly content to sleep the rest of the day away but ugly reality had to come blaring in with the annoying shriek of a beside alarm clock.
She had smiled and kissed her father on the cheek as she'd exited the house in the type of impatient hurry that can only be inspired by one too many hits of the seductive "Snooze button."
The familiar swoosh of the door signaled more customers. She began the normal greeting without even paying attention to who it was. They all looked the same today. a nameless mass of hungry people shuffling by to file into little booths with leather that squeaked under their weight.
After the customers seated themselves she went to get menus. On her way back to their table, she stopped abruptly. The door once again opened. Sophia recognized the scent hanging easily in the air before she even looked up. She inhaled deeply trying to steady herself and continued her path to the table. Knowing he was walking ever nearer with his collective of followers, Sophia tried her hardest to concentrate on listing the lunch specials and hand out the menus. As she was talking she shifted her gaze from the booth to Luke's approaching figure and let the beginnings of a smile slip when she saw his cocky stride.
As Luke passed, she felt his fingertips brush her hand that was hanging at her side. No one noticed but it felt like an electric current had jumped between them. She stumbled awkwardly through the rest of her specials speech and retreated quickly to behind the counter again.
Sophia toyed with the hanging threads of the dishtowel. She could hear the loud SMACK of balls hitting one another and landing in various pockets. After a few minutes, she reprimanded herself inside her head. "Gah! At least pretend to be doing something resembling work, Sophia." After moving several things around on the counter and trying very hard to seem busy she let her eyes once again drift upward.
Luke was leaning over the table and poising to land a particularly difficult shot in the far left pocket. It happened to be directly in her sight path. She tried to make herself break away but any thought of work just faded into the background. Letting the pool stick bob dangerously close to the ball, Luke's eyes centered on the just above the ball, where he seemed to be was willing it to go. Slowly his eyes moved just past the pool table and even higher to connect with hers. Sophia felt the air crackle with the same energy it had earlier when she'd felt him pass. She thought she saw his eyes flash but blinked and they were once again normal. The small mark on her neck he'd given her last night burned slightly and she smiled to herself.
Smirking arrogantly, Luke shot the ball forward in one aggressive movement. His smirk broadened when Sophia jumped slightly and turned away to feign cleaning once more.
They kept up their periodic exchange of glances for well over 20 minutes. Luke had to be told more than once that he was up, as Sean would shove him harder each time. This time when Sophia searched for Luke's eyes she didn't find them waiting. He seemed glued to the other side of the room towards the door. She turned curiously where his was staring and felt dread seeping in to penetrate her happiness bubble. Scott held the door half-ajar with his hand and had one foot over the threshold the other on the safety of the exterior. He instantly saw Luke's hard glaring and stiff posture that was designed to intimidate. Scott almost turned to leave and avoid the threatening being when he saw Sophia. Forgetting the imposing figure across the room, he headed straight for her.
Sophia quickly darted around the counter and hurried to meet him half way. The closer he was to the exit the better.
"Scott.." she said awkwardly when they had both stopped, facing one another. She could feel a prickling heat hit the back of her neck. The energy had the taste of intensity that was almost overwhelmingly centered.
Scott reached up and grabbed Sophia by the upper arms and spoke in a frantic whisper. "Sophia, are you alright? You just left and..."
She quickly interrupted. "Yes, Scott I'm fine. Maybe we could go outside for a minute. It's too.. crowded in here." She lightly pushed him backwards when he didn't seem to want to move.
"What happened? You threw the thug-wonder with this mad strength and-"
All of the sudden, an arm shot out from somewhere behind her to trap Scott's wrist ina seemingly painful grip.
"Maybe you should keep your hands to yourself, huh?" she heard Luke's voice in a smooth emotionless tone.
Scott tried to jerk his hand back but only succeeded in releasing Sophia's arm. He was forced to wait the extra half a minute till Luke decided he was going to let him go.
"Luke! Please. Tone it down a bit." "Scott, maybe i can talk to you a little later?"
Scott attempted to divert his attention back to Sophia and ignore her towering shadow. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright, Sophia," he managed through clenched teeth.
She opened her mouth to answer but her response was cut off.
"She's peachy. Now, anything else?" Luke began to walk forward before Sophia dug her heels and made herself a barrier.
"I don't think so." She shot Luke a challenging look then turned to Scott. "Thank you for coming to check on me but I'm fine. Really. Last night I just had some.. issues to work out but now everything's better. Call you later?" She tried not to sound panicky or desperate.
Scott let his gaze drift from Sophia's pleading face to where she was absently stroking Luke's hand at her side in a soothing motion.
"You know, I didn't peg you for one of the steroid-case groupie types."
"Hey." Sophia said defensively.
Luke started to move forward again but stopped when he bumped into Sophia's stiff back.
"Sophia," he said in a low gravelly voice, "I can't lung properly with you blocking me."
Never taking his eyes off the repulsive ungulate boy, Luke gently tried to push her to the side. Instead, Sophia turned to face him and clasped her hands on either side of his jaw. Forcing his head downward, she made him pull away from his intended victim and connect the outward spilling energy with hers. Luke seemed to struggle for a moment to divert back to glaring past her but after a few moments of drifting past her darkened pupils he was transfixed. His posture seemed to lose it's tension and slowly all the stress seaped out.
He even let the corner of his mouth to lift in amusement at the irony of the situation. Any other person he would never have allowed to control his actions, or in this instance reaction, in such a complete way. Sophia brushed her thumb over his bottom lip tentatively then quickly dropped both her hands at her sides when she realized how very public a display they were making and the random customers who kept taking quick peeks in their direction. She looked down at the tile floor, burning with abrupt awkwardness and uncertainity. At some point Scott had simply left without another word, the door chime the only signal of his departure.
Sophia heard Luke's low rumbling laughter.
"What?" she said, half-laughing herself in response.
He noticed how her palms had been warm by the time she withdrew them. It was almost as if she had absorbed his rage. Drew it right out of him. He wasn't sure if he entirely like that. He'd have to get over someone else having such an ability over him.. to literally reduce such a built up power- giving emotion he had worked so hard at summoning. At times, well most times, he enjoyed his angry spurts. The ecstasy and simple uncomplicated clarity that it offers is easy to drown in. Still, he had to appreciate the determination she put off.
"Nothing," he cleared his throat. "You're adjusting well." He switched to a mostly serious tone when he asked, "How are you feeling today, anyway?"
"You mean am I a little sore with the whole going from Little Red Riding Hood to mystically changing into the Big Bad Wolf then back again? Oh no, why would you think that?"
"Grandmother would have had a heartattack. So I'll take that as a yes. You'll feel a little stiff for the first few times. Once your body gets into the rthyme of it..."
Luke traced his fingertips lightly, in a subtle gesture, down her inner wrist.
"Speaking of which... when do you get off? We could.. practice."
Sophia tried to supress a bubbly giggle but about choked on it. Bubbly laughter just doesn't stay down like it used to.
She half shook her head and pulled away, out of his reach. "Hey, let's not get off topic, huh? You can't just drown in testosterone poisoning everytime something comes up that you don't particularly like."
Luke smiled and half cocked his head, giving him the illusion of a confused puppy. "Why not? It's worked out just fine up until now."
Sophia smirked and tried for stern. "Ha. Yeah, I'll bet."
"Well if it isn't Miss Hot Stuff herself."
Sophia groaned inwardly as Presley's voice surfaced through the air, poluting it with bitterness. "Shouldn't you be busing tables or something?"
Sophia was going to make some sarcastic comeback where Presley's expression suddenly changed. The previous sneering kicked down a few notches but was replaced with outraged disbelief. Before Sophia could even think to protect herself, Presley grabbed her chin and turned it sharply to the left.
Presley took a second to swallow an angry cry and allowed herself to take in the disgusting girl's scent again. She instantly became aware of two things. One, Sophia had actually Flipped. Two, that Luke had undeniably been with her when it happened. He'd been far too close to her for Presley's liking. Miss prime had finally decided to surrender that precious independency and get on her back at the first sign of fur.
Sophia twisted her chin out of the female wolf's grasp angrily. "Do you mind?"
The reddish mar on her otherwise cream-colored expanse of neck seemed to goad Presley to strike out at Sophia and snap it. Pretty little neck. Looks almost like a swan's if thought about it long enough. Could tear right into the soft flesh and leave quite a pretty little gap.
"Careful Presley, your green is showing." she heard Sophia's smug voice pierce the loud and red-tented world she was now in.
Presley bit her lip and clenched her fists at her sides till her knuckles were white. She cursed the annoyingly populated restaurant. She walked up closer and near her ear. "Just remember what I said, Sweetie-pie. He's got what he wanted from you.. do you really think you can keep him satisfied?"
"Lay off, Presley," Luke touched Sophia's hand tentively.
She backed up a few inches and made a point of doing a once-over survey. "I mean, look at you. So plain and normal. No spice at all. And even so, How long are you thinking this is going to last. A week? A month, if your lucky," she half-laughed and it was an ugly sound, "forever?"
Sophia looked away angrily.
"Pathetically romantic." Presley said it with a bitterness as if the very words left a distaste in her mouth.
Luke growled deeply announcing that he was still there. "Hey Presley, You wanna shut up?"
Presley's eyes flicked in Luke's direction. "And you. Whipped into such a devoted little puppy. How boring," she said coldly.
She walked past Sophia, ramming her shoulder into the other girl's arm as she did.
Sophia rolled her eyes. "Well, that was fun. I'm going to need all my new gifts just to fend off all the angered citizens of Wolf Lake."
Luke sighed and chuckled at the end of it. "Yeah, I was surprised Presley left without drawing blood first."
"Don't worry I'm sure she'll have another chance." Sophia looked down, frustrated.
"Hey." Luke waited till she raised her head. "You worry too much." Luke leaned closer to her.
Someone cleared their throat pointedly from the general direction of the kitchen. The cook was there, wearing an exasperated expression on his face.
"Oh! Right.. work." She turned back to Luke. "They seem to pay me when I actually work.. so.."
"I got ya. I'll see you later, huh?"
"Yeah, I might just make it home without getting into any brawls."
Luke smiled, "Brawls?"
Sophia gave him a look.
"Fights with drunks busting up tables in smokey bars are brawls. Fights between female werewolves are something that's videotaped and appreciated."
Sophia's eyebrow lifted.
"Ha-ha. Keep dreaming."
Author: BlueWitch
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Um. not mine. Don't sue, all you'll get is my deceitful, flesh- eating cat. Wolf Lake belongs to, uh.. Viacom? Maybe. Whatever.
Feedback: Pretty Please? My insecurities as a fiction writer run deep.
Summary: Okay, begins where the evil finale (and supposedly LAST eppy) leaves off. Sophia's beginning to show signs of "wolfen" behavior.
Sophia lazily made swirls with her dishtowel and stared off at the wall once again. She shook her head angrily. Focusing on work was beginning to be a challenge. After sleeping a few hours, she'd felt sluggish and perfectly content to sleep the rest of the day away but ugly reality had to come blaring in with the annoying shriek of a beside alarm clock.
She had smiled and kissed her father on the cheek as she'd exited the house in the type of impatient hurry that can only be inspired by one too many hits of the seductive "Snooze button."
The familiar swoosh of the door signaled more customers. She began the normal greeting without even paying attention to who it was. They all looked the same today. a nameless mass of hungry people shuffling by to file into little booths with leather that squeaked under their weight.
After the customers seated themselves she went to get menus. On her way back to their table, she stopped abruptly. The door once again opened. Sophia recognized the scent hanging easily in the air before she even looked up. She inhaled deeply trying to steady herself and continued her path to the table. Knowing he was walking ever nearer with his collective of followers, Sophia tried her hardest to concentrate on listing the lunch specials and hand out the menus. As she was talking she shifted her gaze from the booth to Luke's approaching figure and let the beginnings of a smile slip when she saw his cocky stride.
As Luke passed, she felt his fingertips brush her hand that was hanging at her side. No one noticed but it felt like an electric current had jumped between them. She stumbled awkwardly through the rest of her specials speech and retreated quickly to behind the counter again.
Sophia toyed with the hanging threads of the dishtowel. She could hear the loud SMACK of balls hitting one another and landing in various pockets. After a few minutes, she reprimanded herself inside her head. "Gah! At least pretend to be doing something resembling work, Sophia." After moving several things around on the counter and trying very hard to seem busy she let her eyes once again drift upward.
Luke was leaning over the table and poising to land a particularly difficult shot in the far left pocket. It happened to be directly in her sight path. She tried to make herself break away but any thought of work just faded into the background. Letting the pool stick bob dangerously close to the ball, Luke's eyes centered on the just above the ball, where he seemed to be was willing it to go. Slowly his eyes moved just past the pool table and even higher to connect with hers. Sophia felt the air crackle with the same energy it had earlier when she'd felt him pass. She thought she saw his eyes flash but blinked and they were once again normal. The small mark on her neck he'd given her last night burned slightly and she smiled to herself.
Smirking arrogantly, Luke shot the ball forward in one aggressive movement. His smirk broadened when Sophia jumped slightly and turned away to feign cleaning once more.
They kept up their periodic exchange of glances for well over 20 minutes. Luke had to be told more than once that he was up, as Sean would shove him harder each time. This time when Sophia searched for Luke's eyes she didn't find them waiting. He seemed glued to the other side of the room towards the door. She turned curiously where his was staring and felt dread seeping in to penetrate her happiness bubble. Scott held the door half-ajar with his hand and had one foot over the threshold the other on the safety of the exterior. He instantly saw Luke's hard glaring and stiff posture that was designed to intimidate. Scott almost turned to leave and avoid the threatening being when he saw Sophia. Forgetting the imposing figure across the room, he headed straight for her.
Sophia quickly darted around the counter and hurried to meet him half way. The closer he was to the exit the better.
"Scott.." she said awkwardly when they had both stopped, facing one another. She could feel a prickling heat hit the back of her neck. The energy had the taste of intensity that was almost overwhelmingly centered.
Scott reached up and grabbed Sophia by the upper arms and spoke in a frantic whisper. "Sophia, are you alright? You just left and..."
She quickly interrupted. "Yes, Scott I'm fine. Maybe we could go outside for a minute. It's too.. crowded in here." She lightly pushed him backwards when he didn't seem to want to move.
"What happened? You threw the thug-wonder with this mad strength and-"
All of the sudden, an arm shot out from somewhere behind her to trap Scott's wrist ina seemingly painful grip.
"Maybe you should keep your hands to yourself, huh?" she heard Luke's voice in a smooth emotionless tone.
Scott tried to jerk his hand back but only succeeded in releasing Sophia's arm. He was forced to wait the extra half a minute till Luke decided he was going to let him go.
"Luke! Please. Tone it down a bit." "Scott, maybe i can talk to you a little later?"
Scott attempted to divert his attention back to Sophia and ignore her towering shadow. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright, Sophia," he managed through clenched teeth.
She opened her mouth to answer but her response was cut off.
"She's peachy. Now, anything else?" Luke began to walk forward before Sophia dug her heels and made herself a barrier.
"I don't think so." She shot Luke a challenging look then turned to Scott. "Thank you for coming to check on me but I'm fine. Really. Last night I just had some.. issues to work out but now everything's better. Call you later?" She tried not to sound panicky or desperate.
Scott let his gaze drift from Sophia's pleading face to where she was absently stroking Luke's hand at her side in a soothing motion.
"You know, I didn't peg you for one of the steroid-case groupie types."
"Hey." Sophia said defensively.
Luke started to move forward again but stopped when he bumped into Sophia's stiff back.
"Sophia," he said in a low gravelly voice, "I can't lung properly with you blocking me."
Never taking his eyes off the repulsive ungulate boy, Luke gently tried to push her to the side. Instead, Sophia turned to face him and clasped her hands on either side of his jaw. Forcing his head downward, she made him pull away from his intended victim and connect the outward spilling energy with hers. Luke seemed to struggle for a moment to divert back to glaring past her but after a few moments of drifting past her darkened pupils he was transfixed. His posture seemed to lose it's tension and slowly all the stress seaped out.
He even let the corner of his mouth to lift in amusement at the irony of the situation. Any other person he would never have allowed to control his actions, or in this instance reaction, in such a complete way. Sophia brushed her thumb over his bottom lip tentatively then quickly dropped both her hands at her sides when she realized how very public a display they were making and the random customers who kept taking quick peeks in their direction. She looked down at the tile floor, burning with abrupt awkwardness and uncertainity. At some point Scott had simply left without another word, the door chime the only signal of his departure.
Sophia heard Luke's low rumbling laughter.
"What?" she said, half-laughing herself in response.
He noticed how her palms had been warm by the time she withdrew them. It was almost as if she had absorbed his rage. Drew it right out of him. He wasn't sure if he entirely like that. He'd have to get over someone else having such an ability over him.. to literally reduce such a built up power- giving emotion he had worked so hard at summoning. At times, well most times, he enjoyed his angry spurts. The ecstasy and simple uncomplicated clarity that it offers is easy to drown in. Still, he had to appreciate the determination she put off.
"Nothing," he cleared his throat. "You're adjusting well." He switched to a mostly serious tone when he asked, "How are you feeling today, anyway?"
"You mean am I a little sore with the whole going from Little Red Riding Hood to mystically changing into the Big Bad Wolf then back again? Oh no, why would you think that?"
"Grandmother would have had a heartattack. So I'll take that as a yes. You'll feel a little stiff for the first few times. Once your body gets into the rthyme of it..."
Luke traced his fingertips lightly, in a subtle gesture, down her inner wrist.
"Speaking of which... when do you get off? We could.. practice."
Sophia tried to supress a bubbly giggle but about choked on it. Bubbly laughter just doesn't stay down like it used to.
She half shook her head and pulled away, out of his reach. "Hey, let's not get off topic, huh? You can't just drown in testosterone poisoning everytime something comes up that you don't particularly like."
Luke smiled and half cocked his head, giving him the illusion of a confused puppy. "Why not? It's worked out just fine up until now."
Sophia smirked and tried for stern. "Ha. Yeah, I'll bet."
"Well if it isn't Miss Hot Stuff herself."
Sophia groaned inwardly as Presley's voice surfaced through the air, poluting it with bitterness. "Shouldn't you be busing tables or something?"
Sophia was going to make some sarcastic comeback where Presley's expression suddenly changed. The previous sneering kicked down a few notches but was replaced with outraged disbelief. Before Sophia could even think to protect herself, Presley grabbed her chin and turned it sharply to the left.
Presley took a second to swallow an angry cry and allowed herself to take in the disgusting girl's scent again. She instantly became aware of two things. One, Sophia had actually Flipped. Two, that Luke had undeniably been with her when it happened. He'd been far too close to her for Presley's liking. Miss prime had finally decided to surrender that precious independency and get on her back at the first sign of fur.
Sophia twisted her chin out of the female wolf's grasp angrily. "Do you mind?"
The reddish mar on her otherwise cream-colored expanse of neck seemed to goad Presley to strike out at Sophia and snap it. Pretty little neck. Looks almost like a swan's if thought about it long enough. Could tear right into the soft flesh and leave quite a pretty little gap.
"Careful Presley, your green is showing." she heard Sophia's smug voice pierce the loud and red-tented world she was now in.
Presley bit her lip and clenched her fists at her sides till her knuckles were white. She cursed the annoyingly populated restaurant. She walked up closer and near her ear. "Just remember what I said, Sweetie-pie. He's got what he wanted from you.. do you really think you can keep him satisfied?"
"Lay off, Presley," Luke touched Sophia's hand tentively.
She backed up a few inches and made a point of doing a once-over survey. "I mean, look at you. So plain and normal. No spice at all. And even so, How long are you thinking this is going to last. A week? A month, if your lucky," she half-laughed and it was an ugly sound, "forever?"
Sophia looked away angrily.
"Pathetically romantic." Presley said it with a bitterness as if the very words left a distaste in her mouth.
Luke growled deeply announcing that he was still there. "Hey Presley, You wanna shut up?"
Presley's eyes flicked in Luke's direction. "And you. Whipped into such a devoted little puppy. How boring," she said coldly.
She walked past Sophia, ramming her shoulder into the other girl's arm as she did.
Sophia rolled her eyes. "Well, that was fun. I'm going to need all my new gifts just to fend off all the angered citizens of Wolf Lake."
Luke sighed and chuckled at the end of it. "Yeah, I was surprised Presley left without drawing blood first."
"Don't worry I'm sure she'll have another chance." Sophia looked down, frustrated.
"Hey." Luke waited till she raised her head. "You worry too much." Luke leaned closer to her.
Someone cleared their throat pointedly from the general direction of the kitchen. The cook was there, wearing an exasperated expression on his face.
"Oh! Right.. work." She turned back to Luke. "They seem to pay me when I actually work.. so.."
"I got ya. I'll see you later, huh?"
"Yeah, I might just make it home without getting into any brawls."
Luke smiled, "Brawls?"
Sophia gave him a look.
"Fights with drunks busting up tables in smokey bars are brawls. Fights between female werewolves are something that's videotaped and appreciated."
Sophia's eyebrow lifted.
"Ha-ha. Keep dreaming."