Ok, so here is chapter two. I hope you enjoy and thanks to Twinwolfsister for the review; it's always lovely to know someone is enjoying my writing :-)

Carla looked at Takkar, confused, wishing she could understand what he was saying because he seemed to find it pretty funny. Slowly she edged forwards towards the man wearing the wolf skin who stood with a huge goofy grin on his face.

Takkar and the man had a conversation that seemed to follow the same lines as the one he had with Sayla. The main difference being the jumping and whooping the man seemed to enjoy doing every so often during their discussions.

Carla took this time to assess her current surroundings. This hut was much different to Sayla's; although there was still a marked smell, it was nowhere near the rot that lingered with the ears. Instead, this hut had more of an earthy animal smell that was unknown to Carla. Growing up in a major city had never really done anyone any favours when it came to recognising things about more rural locations.

She could barely make out the two men standing at the back of the hut through the smoke that filled the room. Takkar stood with a hand outstretched while the wolfman crouched over a small bowl. He reached up and grabbed Takkar's hand, slicing along his palm before squeezing the blood into the bowl he was leaning over. Carla felt her stomach lurch as she had visions of cannibalism.

"Don't tell me; you guys are vampire's now as well, right?!" She spoke without realising the thought had left her lips. Both men stopped what they were doing to stare at her in confusion. She had forgotten how much of a novelty everything she did was here.

The crazy wolfman jumped up, running at Carla in excitement, causing her almost to trip on some animal bones, banging her head on the many branches that made up the structure of the hut. She rubbed her head, squinting at the pain that screamed once again deep in her skull.

"Ta pafital", The wolfman whispered after composing himself.

He held out what she had assumed was a bowl causing her to realise now that he was holding an animal skull filled with blood. She felt her stomach lurch once again, and she covered her face leaning away from the substance. The man offered the skull to her again, but Carla refused to take it, almost knocking it out of his hands. She had read about the diseases that the mixing of blood could spread, and there was no way that the skull was sterile!

Before she could protest any further or even realise what was happening, the wolfman was forcing mixture in the skull into her mouth. The wolfman grabbed Carla's throat just below her jaw, forcing her head back, which in turn caused her to swallow. She gagged on the warm metallic mixture as it sunk down her throat, and she prayed not to throw up as her stomach flip-flopped. Carla pushed at the wolfman, trying to loosen his grip, but his talons held firmly.

As she drank, Carla could feel the strength fading from her limbs as the tent began to tilt and the world turned on its side. Finally, the skull dropped from her mouth, and she was able to take a deep breath before falling to the floor while the crazy wolfman jumped around yet again.

A cold sensation suddenly filled her body.

A flash of light.

Darkness.

Moving the few small rocks that still lined the bottom of the cave entrance, Carla sighed, stretching out the ache that had now settled in the bottom of her back. She looked over at the stack of weather-worn rocks that had once blocked the entrance to the cave. Whoever had placed them must have been strong. There was no way any average human could have lifted all of those as high as they were stacked all those years ago.

Carla peered into the cave, shining her torch on what she could currently see of the walls, shivering as the cold damp reflected the light. She checked for cracks in the walls or loose rocks and entered when she was sure there were none. She slowly and carefully continued through the cave, keeping the torch shining on all walls, constantly checking to ensure it was structurally safe.

Finally, the narrow path reached an opening covered in various cave paintings; one looked as though it was of a family with three crudely drawn people sitting huddled around a fire. One of them, small enough to be considered a child. Another was of a man holding up a spear with what looked like half an arm missing. One painting showed a man battling what looked like some gigantic monster. While the figure stood on two legs, it was at least twice the size of the man defeating it.

Another caught her eye. It was of a group. The centre figure was a man standing beside what Carla could make out as a sabretooth. Beside him stood a man with the head of a wolf along with antlers. To the other side was a woman holding something up but the paint was too eroded to make out what it was clearly. To the woman's side stood a man doing what Carla could only describe as a superhero pose; he appeared slightly chunkier than the others. Beside the man with the antlers stood a woman drawing an arrow.

Below the painting was a tracing of a hand, painted on a small rock. She placed her palm within the illustration imagining how it must have felt to live back then. Carla almost felt connected to the people that had created this place. It was hard to fathom that she was touching something that humans had probably not touched in over 12,000 years. Carla jumped, snapping her eyes open as she started to hear a distant chanting to her right.

"Is someone there!?" She called out, whipping herself around and shining her torch around frantically, trying to find the source.

"It's not funny, Greg", She cried out, hoping it was one of the guys that had followed her to play a practical joke. She moved to her left, and the chanting began to get louder. She snapped the torch around to see a small stack of rocks leaning against the wall. She approached it rolling her eyes, expecting to find a small wireless speaker someone had planted. She crouched over the small stack, slowly lifting off the small stones falling backwards in shock to find the source of the chanting was not a small speaker but a bracelet instead.

She sat for a moment, confused. How could a bracelet be emanating sound? It was impossible.

She picked up the bracelet to examine it more closely, but as she touched it, the bracelet turned to dust. The chanting got louder. It was as if she was now hearing it in her head, but the volume continued to rise.

She tried to stand but stumbled, dizzy, hitting her head as she fell to the floor.

She held her head, crying out as the noise became unbearable.

A cold sensation suddenly filled her body.

A flash of light.

Darkness.

Carla opened her eyes slowly to find herself still inside the same cave. She rubbed her head as she pulled herself to her feet, puzzled to find it wasn't hurting as much as she expected. Carla got the sense that she was and wasn't in that cave at the same time. The paintings were more vibrant, and the etchings looked as though they had only just been completed.

Carla looked towards the wall where she had found the inscription along with the hand painting and was shocked to see a figure that looked a lot like the crazy wolfman, only it looked more like a ghost of him. He was little more than a white light that almost resembled the holographic projections you could get your smartphone to produce. The wolfman was crouched down at the wall and seemed to be using paint to outline his hand on a small stone beneath the painting of the group Carla had already seen. He then took off a bracelet and placed it on the floor before covering it with several nearby stones.

The man stood and checked that no one had witnessed what he had done before leaving. Carla began to follow him as he left the entrance. She watched as he closed up the cave with larger stones before brushing off his hands and doing his crazy whoop dance.

Carla watched him walk up a pathway then disappear into thin air. She gasped as she noticed the hundreds of people lining the path beckoning her to come forward. They again were made up of light and were speaking words that were strange to her. She had never heard them before, yet she could understand them clearly.

Carla began to walk along the path absorbing the words spoken by each person. It was as though they had been buried somewhere deep within her, and these people were reminding her of their meaning.

She reached the last of the people lining the pathway, and he moved to stand before her. He gestured to her body, then outstretched his arm, clasped a fist and struck his chest.

"Who are you?" Carla asked.

"We are you; you are Wenja" With that, all the people around whooped and clapped with joy. Slowly all the people faded away, and the pathway turned to darkness apart from one stone that had been painted with the outline of a hand and held a brilliant bright glow. Carla looked around, weighing up her options while she hesitated to touch the stone.

Eventually, she gave in, realising there was nowhere else to go and laid her hand once again in the outline that was present on the rock.

A cold sensation ran through her body.

Her Limbs felt weak.

A Bright Light.

Darkness.

Carla felt the world come crashing back as her stomach lurched, and the mixture the wolfman had poured down her throat came back, splattering the floor beside her.

"Don't worry, the stomach gets stronger!" the wolfman whooped and laughed. Carla looked around to see Takkar offering a hand to help her up.

"I doubt it", Carla replied. The words came from her mouth, but they did not feel or sound the same as they used to. The two men stood wide-eyed, and Carla realised she was speaking their language.

"You understand, Wenja?" The crazy wolfman enquired, looking shocked and for once standing stock still.

"Yes," Carla replied.

"I am Tensay" He laughed enthusiastically, getting a little too close for comfort with his face in Carla's.

"Carla", She replied, trying her best to return Tensays smile. He proceeded to dance around the hut, seemingly happy that she could understand him.

"What were you doing in that cave?" Carla asked, narrowing her eyes at Tensay.

"I've been in many caves" He shrugged matter of factly.

"You were there. I saw you; you painted the hand and hid the bracelet," Carla insisted. Tensay looked at her, eyes wide with realisation before the expression faded, and he looked to Takkar.

"I've painted many paintings, never hands," He said, holding his hands up to Carla, laughing ", but many paintings".

"It was you; I saw you. In the vision," Carla now shouted in frustration.

"You go now", Tensay asserted.

"Answer me! Then I go!" Carla shouted back.

"Go, go", Tensay shouted, waving his arms around.

"Come on" She heard Takkar speak before she was lifted and removed from the hut. She let out an angry shriek as she started to kick and hit out at Takkar, trying to make him put her down. All she wanted were answers. Why would he not tell her why he brought her here!

She managed to land a kick square between Takkar's legs, causing him to lose his temper and throw her into the small river that ran under the bridge. The cold water shocked her out of her anger which was quickly replaced with tears of frustration. She looked up at Takkar, who was currently on his knees, cradling himself and muttering something about women.

"I'm sorry", She sobbed as she sat drenched in the middle of the river. Takkar took the time to compose himself and grunted before walking away and waving a hand for Carla to follow. He led her into a cave off the centre of the village and gestured to a pile of animal skins near a small fire.

"You sleep!" He huffed before storming from the cave and leaving a drenched Carla shivering, trying to warm herself by the flames.

I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoyed reading it. Hopefully, chapter three will be following soon.