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Chapter 3:

The Arrival

Part 1

"Oh shit!" Vivian muttered. She had woken up to find herself sprawled upon Gabriel's chest. Her shorts were wet with the dew from the grass and her back was stiff. She took one last glance at the city below, starting to awake, and ran to Gabriel's motorcycle.

"Shit," she said again. 'How the hell am I supposed to get home?' Vivian had never driven a motorcycle before and she wasn't about to try and learn. There was only one other way home.

'No,' she thought, 'not in the daylight.' She let out an aggravated sigh and decided it was the only way without making Esme suspicious. Obligated, Vivian took the key from the ignition and unlocked the compartment in the seat. Then Vivian stripped off all of her clothes and placed them in the deep hole. She took the key, relocked the compartment and put the key back in the ignition.

Vivian concentrated hard on her wolf form. Slowly, but steadily, limb by limb popped and took wolf shape. Her ivory skin changed into its thick tawny pelt and she could hear Gabriel's even breaths from under the willow. Vivian ran to the willow and looked at Gabriel once more before she left and breathed in his scent again. She, then, ran back to the road, finding cover in the woods so no one traveling would see her.

From looking at the sun Vivian guessed it was around seven-thirty. As she reached her house she carefully walked to her porch and changed form. Then she crawled to her window and quietly walked in. Once she was safely in her room, she grabbed her bathrobe from the back of her door, put it on and walked to the bathroom. There, Vivian took a cool shower.

She was drenched with sweat from her run and her throat was parched. As she finished her shower, she grabbed a towel to dry herself and put the blue fuzzy bathrobe on. She opened the door and was instantly chilled, so she wrapped her robe tighter around her body. As she paused to do that she could hear voices in the kitchen. She identified the first as Esme's, but couldn't name the accent on the second.

It sounded male, and no doubt, Esme was probably already flirting with him. Silently, Vivian walked back to her room and changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt, discarding her towel in the hamper and placing the bathrobe back on its perch. Then she ventured downstairs to get herself a cup of coffee to help wake up her aching body. It wasn't the run that had bothered her; it was all that jumping and dancing from the night before.

"'Morning, sleepy head," said Esme smugly. Across from the table sat Tomas and she felt ashamed for not recognizing his voice earlier. He was practically there all the time.

"Get in late last night?" 'Yeah, what do you think,' Vivian thought.

"Yeah, you could say that," she said leaving out her other snide remark.

"Where were you?"

"At a concert," she said pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Oh, and who were you with?" Esme raised her eyebrows at Tomas.

"Why do you assume that I was with someone?"

"Because, Vivian, it is very unlike you to go out by yourself." She didn't answer; it wasn't a question.

"How are you Tomas?" Vivian sat down at the table blowing on her coffee.

"Good, thank you. And yourself?"

"Oh, wonderful."

"Vivian, don't change the subject."

"So now asking someone how they are is a crime?"

"Ah, Vivian," sighed Esme as Tomas smirked.

"Ah, mother," she mimicked. She knew it would annoy her mother, but not enough to the point where she wouldn't ask who she was out with, again.

"Who did you spend your evening with?"

"Gabriel," she quickly took a gulp of her coffee, burning her throat.

"Really," Esme raised her eyebrows once more, "where did you go afterwards?"

"I have no clue," Vivian got up from the table not wanting to continue the conversation.

"We'll talk about this later!" Esme hollered up to Vivian. As she entered her room Vivian glanced at her calendar, estimating when their final move would be. It was the third weekend in September so Vivian thought around the end of November sometime. 'Fall,' she thought, 'the one and only time of year when the leaves are all different. When people like the change, if only everyone was like that with other matters.' Vivian sighed. She liked taking her canvas outside and painting scenery, when the Four weren't around anyways.

Vivian hadn't painted in a while, or finished a painting. She wanted to do something new, but her mural still wasn't finished and she hated leaving work unfinished. She didn't know what to do with herself, which was a rare occasion. She could paint of course, but she didn't have the patience at the moment. 'What to do,' she thought, 'oh, Moon! What does he want now?'

Vivian heard the faint roar of an engine die and the door bell come to life. She quickly grabbed her brush, ran it through her damp hair and flipped it. She dropped the brush, threw open her bedroom door and rushed to the front one. She stopped short realizing that her mother had gotten there before she could. 'Damn.'

Vivian knew that what Gabriel had in his hands would only bring more trouble and chaos to the whole, "you were out with Gabriel last night?" scene in the kitchen.

"Gabriel, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Is Vivian home?"

"Yes, she is. Are those her clothes?" Esme looked appalled.

"Yes, she left them with me last night. Oh, there she is," he said peering behind Esme.

"Vivian, would you care to explain to me what happened last night?"

"Mom, nothing happened," she said, rolling her eyes.

"You call this nothing?"

"Yes," she said snatching her clothes out of Gabriel's hands.

"I took Vivian out last night into the woods and I put her clothes in the trunk in my bike and she went home in her wolf form so she wasn't able to get her clothes."

"That's why I didn't know where I was."

"Well, okay then," Esme said, slightly skeptical. Vivian, not feeling the need to talk to Gabriel, walked to her room and threw her clothes on her chair. When she turned around Gabriel was there, arms folded, standing in the door way.

"Thank you," Vivian said without feeling.

"I was upset that you left," he pouted and Vivian melted but held back a smile.

"That's life."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing is wrong."

"Really?"

"Yes, is that all?"

"No," Gabriel moved to the bed, laid down, and motioned to Vivian to lye next to him. She wanted to, but didn't feel right about it.

"Please?" he pouted again and she sat on the edge of the bed, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. A lock of his hair fell over his eyes and she reached up slowly to move it. She moved it behind his ear and traced her hand back to his cheek and down his neck, to his lapel. Then she lay back on the bed, put her head to his chest and closed her eyes. He was warm and his hand caressed her arm.

Vivian closed her eyes, just taking in the moment. She was happy and she wanted to stay in his arms, protected, forever. That was how she felt: protected. She no longer missed her father that much, now that she knew Gabriel would stand by her.

"Everything is going to work out," he said, almost reading Vivian's worried mind. Now that she knew Gabriel was there for her, she wondered about the pack and the move.

"Mmm," said Vivian, now to tired and sleepy to answer.

They lay on the bed for sometime just resting, acknowledging each others presence and then, things turned ugly. There was a knock on the door and Vivian attempted to get up.

"No, you stay here. Esme will get the door." Seconds later Esme called up to Vivian. She walked downstairs and almost gasped aloud.

I know this chapter is short and kind of pointless, but the following chappie is gonna be intense!!! Please review!!