Wolflet
Chapter One
Disclaimer: Elena and all characters other then the ones I specify are created by Kelly Armstrong in her Women of the otherworld Series. Please do not steal my characters. ((Note! This by no means is related to The newest novel "Broken" Which technically had not come out yet . ))
Elena lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with nothing floating into her mind. She sighed once, then glared up at the pink walls, shifting uncomfortably on top of the squashy pink bedding with a slight hatred toward the feminine sleep attire. She sighed again, sitting up slowly and gazed out the window, glaring into the heavy rain that pummeled the ground and trees around Stone haven. She had wanted to go for a run, but Jeremy had advised against it, seeing as the rain had been coming down in bathtubs since the day before, and showed little signs of stopping.
She yawned; it was past noon and looked more like four in the morning in spring. The cloud cover was so dense it made her feel claustrophobic. With another weary glance out the window, Elena made her way out of the bedroom and down the stair to Jeremy's study.
It was empty, well more or less empty, one large armchair was turned toward the hearth, the fire burning brightly before it, shadows were cast across the room from the flame, and it made Elena slightly anxious. She walked forward, knowing it couldn't be Jeremy, he was out on a trip to visit his necromancer girlfriend, she forgot her name. They had met once or twice, and while the woman left an impression, Elena was poor with names so the famous nerco's nom de plume eluded her brain as the thought flashed before her.
She moved over the chair, holding her breath for whatever reason, and peered over the top of the chair. An auburn head of hair greeted her, messy wavy locks spilling over the person's shoulders and falling into their pallid face. She smiled lightly and crept forward, moving until she faced the dozing child in the armchair. It was a little girl, with long auburn hair and pale skin. Her eyes were a dark grey, if they had been open, and her face was stuck in the sweetest pout a child could manage. With a small smile, Elena pushed back the child's hair, caressing the plump cheek as she did so.
The little girl was four, she would be five that September, her calf high socks had fallen down and were now bunched up around her small feet, her shoes lay a few feet away, possibly kicked off in her sleep. Her attire was simple, a light blue long-sleve tee shirt and button up skirt that fell past her knees in small pleats. Elena smiled at the child, gently touching the girl's hair and brushing it away form her face. The girl must have been up since four in the morning, so exited to be allowed out on her first real run, and must have waited and waited for the rain to stop so she could go. The poor thing must be so disappointed.. She thought softly, standing and picking the child up and holding the little one in her arms. She really wanted to go on this run.
She smiled and carried the girl up to her room, It was next to Elena's room, with light shades of purples and blues dashed lightly along a very light green wall to make it appear as if the colors were wind blowing about. The bed was small, but large enough for the little girl, with a bedspread of a night sky scape, a giant star and moon at the center.
Elena set the child down and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, little wolflet." She whispered as the child released its clinging hold on Elena. "See you in the morning."
Seventeen-year-old Juliann Michaels woke with a start. She looked around her room, smiling at the comforting colors of blue and purple. The rain was continuing, harder then before. She rose, walking to the window and peered outside. The side lawn was coated in a slick layer of mud, the grass hardly visible, it had been raining for three days with one twenty minute break between them, and the feeling of being cooped up inside with only three other women for comfort was wearing Juliann, fondly nicknamed 'Jules', onto the thin ice known as sanity. She turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror, her elbow length auburn hair fell down in currently messy waves, parts of it hung in her face, or made odd loops on top of her head. Her skin was a soft tan, and her grey eyes appeared black in the darkness of her room. She looked down at her body and sighed softly, her slender frame was covered by silk boxers with paw prints in black and a bright violet wife beater that hung off center. One sock was still on her foot, and after a few minutes of searching, she found the other striped sock underneath her dresser.
With a grunt at her appearance, Juliann ran her fingers through her hair, straightened her shirt and walked out the door, the smell of ham and pancakes being found far too alluring to ignore.
An: Well? Whatcha think? This is my second "bitten" based fic, the first was deleted due to it being song fic (When it was published song fics were fine) I'd love to get some constructive critism and feedback, would be lovely… I busted out this chapter in about thirty minutes.. Looks like it too! Such lousy quality .
Welp, any ideas or feedback towuld be loved, thanks for reading!
Jillibean.