Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters...etc. from Blood and
Chocolate. Helix and Creative_Insanity are my co-creators, and with out
them, this story would suck.
Sorry to bore you with the next chapter, but maybe more than one person will review this time so I'll know it's not too boring, dull, and a waste of your time to read.
Chapter one: On the Road Again
Brooke studied her parent's faces. Her mom had been beautiful and strong, but soft around the edges. Her long white-blond hair shone in the sun, and it made a soft halo around her face. She stood next to a tall white-blond, kind-faced, and rather handsome man who had his muscular arms wrap around his mate. A tear splattered onto the laminated album page. She wiped the tear off of the page and slammed the book shut. Her parents were robbed of their lives all because of some fucking poacher who took her parents for regular Arctic wolves. She would have killed him if the damn government hadn't gotten to him first. Her and her ten brothers were divided. Her four younger brothers, Ben who's, real name is Benton, was 8 ½; Kevin had been 6; Nate, who's real name was Nathan, was 4; and Dustin hadn't even been 3, had gone to live with Wyatt, her second oldest brother, who had been 20, and his wife Morella, who was pregnant. Chase, then 16; the twins, Blain and Trent, whose real name was Trenton, were nearly 15; Rick, whose real name was Maverick, was13 ½; and Brooke, then 11 2/3, went to live with Jack, the oldest at age 21, who was in college, The first two years were gruesome, but now Chase, now 23; Blain, now married; and Trent, now 21, were out on their own. Brooke had been staying with Blain and his wife Stella in the Washington mountains with Rick, now 19; Dustin, now 10; and Nate, now 12. Rick would be going back to Washington State once the summer was over. Brooke liked living with her brothers, and she was happy, but she had never been the same since she had fallen over her parents' bloody, bullet-filled, gray-dead corpses 6 years earlier. She stood and wiped her eyes that were threatening to spill more tears onto her cheeks.
Excited voices drifted upstairs from the foyer. She tilted her head in the direction of the stairs. She bolted downstairs where she saw her older brother Chase, who had just graduated from Vermont State University the past spring.
"Chase!" she rushed to embrace him. He hugged her back.
"How has my favorite sister been?" this was a long standing joke that the older three brothers had come up with. Blain rolled his eyes.
"I'm your only sister," she replied automatically ", and I'm..." she tried to say fine, but the word got stuck in her throat. She wasn't 'fine'. He seemed to read her mind.
"You've been crying again," he whispered so soft that only she could hear. She nodded. "Well I've got something to cheer you up. How would you like to come live with me?"
"Ah! NO FAIR!!" Nate exclaimed in indignation. Rick smacked him up side the head just hard enough to make him say, "Ow!"
"Really?!" Brooke squeezed him hard enough to make him wince, noticed, and let go. "When do we go?!" Not that she didn't like living with Blain and 'the babies', but Chase was her second favorite brother only to Rick, and he would be gone most of the time once school started again.
"Right now actually. You've already miss your first three weeks of school. I would have come to get you sooner, but I'm teaching, and I couldn't get any time off." Brooke stared at him for a split second in amazement. Then she flew upstairs calling back at Chase, "Give me an hour, and I'll be ready to go!"
One hour, a quick launch, and some hurried goodbyes latter, Brook and Chase were speeding along the interstate, catching up on what had happened since April.
"You remember my friend Brian that I mentioned. He went to VU?" Chase glanced at her quickly before returning his bright blue eyes to the winding road.
"You mean the one you never shut up about? Yeah, why?" Brooke knew he was leading up to something.
"Well, his pack is having some trouble with a stray," he chanced another side- long glance at her.
"So what? Just beat 'em 'round a bit," she shrugged.
"That's just it. They don't know who it is."
"What do you mean 'they don't know who it is'? Can't they just sniff them out or something?" Brooke was astonished. She couldn't believe that they couldn't locate this stray. It was kind of pathetic.
"They picked out some sort of sent in the high-school, but as for knowing who the scent belongs to..." there was something more to this; Brooke was sure of it.
"So where do I come in in all of this?" she looked hard at her brother.
"Well, since they found the scent in the high school, probably 11th or 12th grade, we thought it we would be good if we had some inside information. Brian's teaching 12th grade math, and I'm teaching 11th grade English, but we thought having a student..."
"Don't they have any teens in their pack?"
"Yeah, but his brothers won't be back until after the first full moon. There's one girl, Brian's very distant cousin, but he doesn't really seem to trust her quite enough to take on the job. And there are five other boys, but three of them don't even go to school, and they, well..."
"You mean, you want me to be your inside informer?"
"Well, yeah."
"Cool! It'll be like James Bond, but without the sex, guns, cool cars, gadgets, and high speed chases! Ok, so it won't be like James Bond, but still..." She shrugged and yawned. She sank back into the leather seat of her brother's black jaguar and slept.
Sorry to bore you with the next chapter, but maybe more than one person will review this time so I'll know it's not too boring, dull, and a waste of your time to read.
Chapter one: On the Road Again
Brooke studied her parent's faces. Her mom had been beautiful and strong, but soft around the edges. Her long white-blond hair shone in the sun, and it made a soft halo around her face. She stood next to a tall white-blond, kind-faced, and rather handsome man who had his muscular arms wrap around his mate. A tear splattered onto the laminated album page. She wiped the tear off of the page and slammed the book shut. Her parents were robbed of their lives all because of some fucking poacher who took her parents for regular Arctic wolves. She would have killed him if the damn government hadn't gotten to him first. Her and her ten brothers were divided. Her four younger brothers, Ben who's, real name is Benton, was 8 ½; Kevin had been 6; Nate, who's real name was Nathan, was 4; and Dustin hadn't even been 3, had gone to live with Wyatt, her second oldest brother, who had been 20, and his wife Morella, who was pregnant. Chase, then 16; the twins, Blain and Trent, whose real name was Trenton, were nearly 15; Rick, whose real name was Maverick, was13 ½; and Brooke, then 11 2/3, went to live with Jack, the oldest at age 21, who was in college, The first two years were gruesome, but now Chase, now 23; Blain, now married; and Trent, now 21, were out on their own. Brooke had been staying with Blain and his wife Stella in the Washington mountains with Rick, now 19; Dustin, now 10; and Nate, now 12. Rick would be going back to Washington State once the summer was over. Brooke liked living with her brothers, and she was happy, but she had never been the same since she had fallen over her parents' bloody, bullet-filled, gray-dead corpses 6 years earlier. She stood and wiped her eyes that were threatening to spill more tears onto her cheeks.
Excited voices drifted upstairs from the foyer. She tilted her head in the direction of the stairs. She bolted downstairs where she saw her older brother Chase, who had just graduated from Vermont State University the past spring.
"Chase!" she rushed to embrace him. He hugged her back.
"How has my favorite sister been?" this was a long standing joke that the older three brothers had come up with. Blain rolled his eyes.
"I'm your only sister," she replied automatically ", and I'm..." she tried to say fine, but the word got stuck in her throat. She wasn't 'fine'. He seemed to read her mind.
"You've been crying again," he whispered so soft that only she could hear. She nodded. "Well I've got something to cheer you up. How would you like to come live with me?"
"Ah! NO FAIR!!" Nate exclaimed in indignation. Rick smacked him up side the head just hard enough to make him say, "Ow!"
"Really?!" Brooke squeezed him hard enough to make him wince, noticed, and let go. "When do we go?!" Not that she didn't like living with Blain and 'the babies', but Chase was her second favorite brother only to Rick, and he would be gone most of the time once school started again.
"Right now actually. You've already miss your first three weeks of school. I would have come to get you sooner, but I'm teaching, and I couldn't get any time off." Brooke stared at him for a split second in amazement. Then she flew upstairs calling back at Chase, "Give me an hour, and I'll be ready to go!"
One hour, a quick launch, and some hurried goodbyes latter, Brook and Chase were speeding along the interstate, catching up on what had happened since April.
"You remember my friend Brian that I mentioned. He went to VU?" Chase glanced at her quickly before returning his bright blue eyes to the winding road.
"You mean the one you never shut up about? Yeah, why?" Brooke knew he was leading up to something.
"Well, his pack is having some trouble with a stray," he chanced another side- long glance at her.
"So what? Just beat 'em 'round a bit," she shrugged.
"That's just it. They don't know who it is."
"What do you mean 'they don't know who it is'? Can't they just sniff them out or something?" Brooke was astonished. She couldn't believe that they couldn't locate this stray. It was kind of pathetic.
"They picked out some sort of sent in the high-school, but as for knowing who the scent belongs to..." there was something more to this; Brooke was sure of it.
"So where do I come in in all of this?" she looked hard at her brother.
"Well, since they found the scent in the high school, probably 11th or 12th grade, we thought it we would be good if we had some inside information. Brian's teaching 12th grade math, and I'm teaching 11th grade English, but we thought having a student..."
"Don't they have any teens in their pack?"
"Yeah, but his brothers won't be back until after the first full moon. There's one girl, Brian's very distant cousin, but he doesn't really seem to trust her quite enough to take on the job. And there are five other boys, but three of them don't even go to school, and they, well..."
"You mean, you want me to be your inside informer?"
"Well, yeah."
"Cool! It'll be like James Bond, but without the sex, guns, cool cars, gadgets, and high speed chases! Ok, so it won't be like James Bond, but still..." She shrugged and yawned. She sank back into the leather seat of her brother's black jaguar and slept.