A/N: I changed the picture of my OC for this fic on my homepage. I found a model that I think resembles what I want Molly to look like, though I really do love Pink as my inspiration. :) Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 03
Disappear

After dinner at my father's restaurant I found myself on my way back to Denver, with the pictures and disk riding shot gun. I was going to head back tomorrow afternoon, I hope I would be able to see it this time, with my own eyes.

Pulling up to the dorms, I grabbed my things and headed up to the third floor. I was sure my roommate Rory would be dying to know why I didn't come home last night; she'd be even more interested when I showed her what I found in my pictures.

Rory was an interesting girl, she was here at DCAD for Interior Design, but she already had a degree in Mythology from a University in Corpus Christie, Texas. She was really in to the whole supernatural world.

She was my closest friend here in Denver; we had been roommates for two and a half years. It was inevitable.

She literally tackled me as soon as I entered the door, she was a very bubbly, energetic brunette who sometimes could be annoying, but I loved her all the same. She enveloped me in a large hug and pulled me in to the room.

"Why didn't you come home last night, and how come you didn't call?" She asked her Texan accent laid on thick.

She was like a second mother, not like I needed another Julia, but it was just her nature. She tossed herself across her twin sized bed and stared at me with large brown eyes asking me the question again.

"Stayed out late at Maroon Bells last night, decided to stay with Pops," I shrugged lazily putting my CD in to the laptop perched by my bed. "I want to show you something, come here…"

That was all I had to say to get her out of her seat. Rory loomed over my shoulder watching me open the saved document, inspecting what I pointed out to her. Her quick intake of breath caught me off guard.

"Oh my God," She gripped my shoulder tightly; I glanced up at her concerned.

"What?"

"Molly, do you have any idea what you're looking at?" She questioned.

I shook my head and looked back at the computer, "Nope, but whatever it is, it's huge…" A grin spread across my face, I turned my body to her. "I think I'm going to go back on Saturday, see if it comes back…"

"No," Rory shook her head violently. "That is a vicious animal, Moll, you can't go back there… especially not looking for it!"

But that's exactly what I did. Saturday came quickly, which was surprising because I was highly anticipating it. I gathered my camera, a pair of binoculars from my dad and a map of the area, and a flashlight.

You could never be too prepared.

I grabbed the cooler that was sitting next to me in the passenger's seat. I was prepared to hang out all afternoon. I was hoping that it wouldn't take that long, but I knew nothing about wolves, so who knew when I was going to see it again.

If I would see it again.

I parked myself at the edge of the lake, scanning the area I smiled to myself. I was glad I brought my camera again.

No matter the time, it was always beautiful out here. The sun was high this afternoon, making it seem hotter than it was. The rays bounced off of the water and reflected off of the rocks.

The serenity of this place was breathtaking.

Leaning back in to the grass I crossed my legs at the ankles and enjoyed the sun. Now, all I could do was wait.

And that's what I did, all afternoon. I waited. Nearly eight hours of my life were gone now because I was waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to show up, and it didn't.

To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I guess I wanted to see something, maybe to assure myself what I had taken a picture of was real. Though, I was sure it was, because Rory saw it too.

Defeated I put my things away and hiked the small trip back to my car. I would come back tomorrow, I was determined to find this wolf, or at least see it with my own two eyes.

Grumbling I jammed my key in to the ignition and took off, I was going to stay at my dad's tonight. I didn't want to have to drive three hours to get here and then sit around for nothing for several more hours.

Maybe I was just kidding myself and this was a one time deal.

Maybe it wasn't.

My gut instinct told me it wasn't, so I would continue to find my way up to Maroon Bells whenever possible to see if I could spot my new interest.

I was halfway home when my cell phone started buzzing wildly. I reached over and grabbed it; it had been unnaturally silent all day, though I was grateful.

"Hello?"

"Mols?"

It was Rory; I sighed and rested the phone between my ear and my shoulder adjusting my hands to the steering wheel, "What's up Ror?"

"Remember how I told you that the animal in the picture was vicious?"

Rolling my eyes I answered her, "Yes,"

"Well, I was doing some research, because I thought that monstrosity was too big to just be a wolf and... well…" She trailed off leaving me hanging.

"Well what Rory?"

"I think that animal in your picture is a werewolf…"

I scoffed at this, she couldn't be serious.

"There's no other word for what that thing is, Molly…"

"That's absurd, and you know it… there are no such things as werewolves…"

I'll be the first person to tell you that I believe that ghosts are real, but werewolves? I don't think so. That's almost as outlandish as saying that there are really vampires walking this Earth. The thought was more than just laughable, it was down right ridiculous.

"It's possible," Rory pointed out.

I knew that my best friend and roommate had an overactive imagination but could she honestly think that this thing in the pictures was a werewolf? I stopped at a red light, letting my mind wonder away from her voice for just a second to grasp the concept.

She did have a degree in Mythology, so she should know that its not possible for werewolves to even exist. The light turned green and I slowly eased my foot from the break to the gas.

"You don't believe me," She sounded defeated.

"I'm sorry, Ror, but it's just unnatural." I told her sighing, "It's nothing against you, or your beliefs, but c'mon… don't you think we'd know about it if there were werewolves prancing around the planet?"

It was her turn to scoff, "Just like we all believe everything we see on TV…"

"Look, I'm almost home… I'll talk to you through IM ok?" I questioned pulling up towards my father's nearly deserted house.

"Ok, I'll even send you some proof, hurry up…"

Without a goodbye we both hung up. I grabbed my things and hurried in to the house, my father was working tonight so I happily stretched out in the living room watching TV and hooking up my laptop.

I connected to the wireless internet in the house, it was a bit of a battle, but I managed to get connected after ten minutes of struggling. I sent an instant message to my roommate and she immediately connected with me, sending me a picture.

I rolled my eyes lying on my stomach; I kicked off my old tennis shoes and clicked to open the file. Wrinkling my nose up I waited as my, seemingly, ancient laptop waited to load the picture.

When the image popped up I stared at it, my breath caught in my throat. I think I might want to take back what I said earlier. The image that was in front of me was almost an exact replica of the animal that was in my pictures.

My fingers typed urgently to Rory asking her where she had found this information. She responded in seconds with a link that I clicked on without a second thought.

I waited for the page to load. When it did my eyes searched the information, I slumped forward wondering if this could be possible.

Could there be a werewolf loose in Colorado?

My new knowledge kept me on edge for my next couple of visits to Maroon Bells. Each time I was ultimately disappointed, I hadn't seen hide nor hair of this beast that decided to make itself known in my pictures.

Could it have been some kind of illusion? The way the light was reflecting off of the mountains and the water at the same time causing some kind of odd, once in a lifetime sort of effect? Had I manipulated the picture enough to make it look like something was actually there when it wasn't?

I sighed heavily to myself the next week.

Classes had ended for the summer, so I was back in Gunnison, while Rory was going back to Texas to spend time with her sister's family, so I'd be stuck in town for the remainder of the summer, alone.

Alone and brain on auto-pilot, or at least that's what I liked to call my summer vacations. Grumbling to myself I sat by the water, letting my naked feet skim the surface of the water. It was still cold, but it felt good with the hot sun beating down on me still.

The day slipped away, just like all the others. I was getting up to leave when something caught my eye. A large mahogany animal was on the other side of the lake, the eyes of this creature were trained on me.

I felt a lump form in my throat and I couldn't scream like I felt I needed to. Instead, I took a step closer, my feet entering the water. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the large creature.

Was it possible for a wolf to be that large, it was easily taller than I was? The enormous creature was about the size of a large grizzly bear and about as tall as a horse.

I was stunned; I couldn't find the bodily functions I needed to go back to my car. I thought for sure if I came face to face with this creature that I would be scared out of my wits and go running for the hills, but that wasn't the case.

No, I wasn't scared at all.

I actually wanted to get closer; I wanted to see this animal face to face, eye to eye. But I knew I couldn't. It was a wild animal, hell it could eat me for a snack if it truly wanted.

I was beginning to find my motor skills again, and I walked out of the water, my eyes still trained on the large animal. If it came at me full speed I knew I'd have to high tail it to the car and get the hell out of dodge, but it didn't move.

It just stared at me.

If this was a human being I'd find that a little rude, but it was an animal. I wild, large animal and it was just staring across the water at me, making no move to come after me like I was dinner.

I willed myself to sit down on grass again, I grabbed the binoculars that I hoisted from my father and peered in the same direction, when I focused there was nothing there. I pulled the tool away from my face and searched for the large russet animal, but it was nowhere to be found.

It had literally disappeared from sight.

I am now addicting everyone I know to the Twilight Series, YAY. My sister and best friend are both reading it and hooked. I'm so evil! :)