Bitch Wolf Pack and the Dagger
BRITTANY'S POV
I can barely see- the whole room is spinning. The last thing I remember was being dragged out, and Santana being tossed a pack of clothing before being backed into a corner.
A man walks up to me, and I can see that his hair is blonde. As he smiles, I see the crinkle in the corner of his eyes and realise who he is.
"Uncle Bob? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?"
"Yes, Brittany we brought you here to test you, to train you."
I was confused. I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about. "What exactly do you mean by train me?"
"You're a member of the Violetta society- the group of demons." My eyes widen, and I push myself back on the floor, starting to regain focus and being able to notice my surroundings.
"Demon?"
"You're a shapeshifter. We have to determine exactly what you shape shift in to in order to get you prepared for whats to come."
No. This could not be happening. I help myself to my feet, looking over at him as I try to comprehend what he said. "I'm Brittany Pierce. I'm a normal girl."
"Yes, normal in the sense that you're normal. But you're not exactly human. We brought you here to see if you were a threat to mankind."
He was crazy. I always thought that Uncle Jim had a little bit of issues- his eyes always darted around, and he seemed to be frozen in a state of utter confusion all the time.
"i can't be a threat. I'm nice."
"Yes, but we don't know what you morph into, what creature you become." He put both his hands into his pockets, facing me with a steely gaze.
"Then why did you bring Santana here?"
"Because, we needed to see if that triggered any dormant genes you had. Maybe being close to a werewolf would have drawn it out."
He was lying. He honestly could not be telling the truth. There was no way in hell that this man was serious.
"Did it?"
"No, but we can't have you falling in love with her when you're not under our supervision. She could draw your form out at any time, and you might go berserk. It's too dangerous."
His steely expression seemed to melt into one of sympathy as he drew something out of his pocket. "We need you to stab her with this."
He placed it in my hand- the cold temperature of the metal seemed to freeze my hand, the cold spreading throughout my body as the blade seemed to flash with light.
"No. You're crazy, and thats coming from me." I placed it down. The air seemed to lighten and get colder as I started to shiver.
"Do you feel the cold? It's definitely going to follow you around until you fulfil its purpose."
"I'm not going to kill her just because you have the crazy delusion that she's a werewolf."
"It is not some delusion, Brittany, I need you to understand that, and co-operate, please. It's important. Do it for her safety."
"I can't do this. I barely know her but that would be horrible. She's been nothing but nice to me since you trapped me here."
"Ask her. You can evoke the truth from anyone. It's called compulsion, something us demons have."
"And what exactly is the name of us 'demons'?"
"We're the Trackers, the most powerful of the lines of demons. We need you to carry our bloodline on Brittany, we can't have you dating a werewolf."
—
"Hey, Brittany, what were they talking to you about?" I sat with her in the tube once again, watching as the scene around us started to transform into that resembling a bedroom.
"Nothing really." I smiled over at her, watching as she let her hair down.
"Did they put us in a bedroom to film a sex tape? Pervs." I laughed with her. I was itching to ask her if there was any truth to what Bob had told me, and my heart pounded as I looked her in the eyes.
"Santana, are you a werewolf?" She shook her head, laughing slightly at me.
"No, and you can call me Snixx if you want to. It's less of a mouthful." I smiled at her, watching as our surroundings crashed down, and as she looked at me in shock, we were left without the glass walls protecting us.
I could feel myself pulled, slipping backwards as the cold enveloped me, and I could not breathe with the rapidly thinning air.
"Santana, please help me!"