So, when I woke up this morning and looked to see that I have gotten more reviews than on all my other stories combined, with just one chapter of this, I knew I had to give you all another one! I thank all of my readers sincerely, and look forward to hearing what you think of this chapter. Also, if you like this, check out my Vampire Diaries story called Don't Mention. Don't Mention is rated T [for now] and ships Delena like there is no tomorrow! So, without further ado, I give you…check 2!
I did what the kid said. I found myself in my car once again, looking for an alley to disguise while I went out to look for this…magic ring…thing. Once I had found a safe place to discard my bug, I unlatched the trunk and swung Graham's body over my shoulders. I stumbled a bit under the weight, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. After all, he couldn't have been 150 pounds soaking wet. It wasn't that big of a load to begin with. Within a minute, I had myself up and running to the Toll Bridge.
Branches lashed at my face, leaving thin gashes, and I tripped over what seemed to be ever single shrubbery in Storybrooke. Nevertheless, once at the bridge, I collapsed, dropping his body on the stone of the bridge, completely exhausted. I suddenly realized, Henry had been vague. I had not the slightest clue what I was supposed to do once I was here, "Uhh… here Dog." I called, and of course nothing happened. I was beginning to feel foolish. I had to try again though. I had to literally exhaust every option before I gave in to the fact that Graham was actually dead, "The Huntsman sent me." I said, trying to hang on to the absolutely miniscule shards of pride and sanity that I actually had left.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shaking in a bush, and turned fully to face it. There, in the clearing, stood the wolf, looking proud, but also appearing to know exactly why he was called here, "The Huntsman," I said again, with more vigor, realizing that those were the key words, "He's right here." I told the animal, as if he could understand a word I was saying. The animal inched closer. It actually bowed in front of me, once it was within inches of my ankles, then he lay down, staring up at me expectantly.
What was I supposed to do now? I had never been a fan of the whole- dismemberment thing. I hesitantly searched Graham for some kind of knife, realizing that in my mad dash to get here, I hadn't brought the most vital tool. I located the switchblade that he kept in his back pocket and held it up examining the thing, then looking back to the wolf, who lay in front of me, panting contently, "It's okay, boy." I whispered, falling beside the animal, stroking the rugged coat behind his ears a couple of times, before taking a deep breath, composing myself; preparing myself for what I was about to do.
I couldn't believe this. I slowly held up the knife. I had to hold back the intense need to vomit. I was really about to feed an eye ball to a dead man?
"I'm sorry." I whispered, pulling the knife back again. I slowly began to carve out the wolf's eye, and to my dismay, it didn't flinch. The animal didn't even seem to look to be in pain. I noticed his eye didn't seem to take the typical consistency. It felt to be as hard as a diamond. He didn't bleed. It was so strange.
Once it was out, he jumped up, unscathed and licked my cheek, which actually made me smile, "Thank you." I breathe, turning away from the wolf and back to Graham. To my surprise, the animal didn't leave. He lie down in front of Graham, as if waiting to see what happened next. I held my breath and closed my eyes, lifting Graham's head into my lap.
Bracing myself for what was to come, I squared my shoulders and cranked his jaw, dropping the ring inside. For a moment, nothing happened, and I felt slightly dejected. The weight was back, crushing my shoulders and my chest. I felt tears well up in my eyes, and an uncharacteristically meek sound escaped from my mouth.
I probably sat there for another two hours, a dead body in my lap. He was pale and cold now, but I couldn't help, but continue to run a hand through his hair, and watch as the wolf paced just out of my reach. This was something I didn't get to do when he was alive. It felt human. I hadn't felt like an actual human being in a while; a person who has normal worries. This just seemed like the closest thing to normal I could get. I wasn't sure why I was so hysterical though. Was it the fact that I was literally holding him while he died? Or was it something more? Deciding to take the rational way out for once, I chose to believe it was the former.
An hour later, I was about to give up, call it a night, and dump the body in the creek. I couldn't get another thought in on the subject, though, and there was coughing and spluttering. I watched as Graham's eyes flew open as if he had seen some kind of a ghost, "What the hell was that?" he shrieked, voice cracking, jumping octaves, clearly disoriented.
I couldn't keep the stupid smile off my face. I could see him coming to, as his eyes met with mine. He sat up, conscious of the slightly emasculating position he had woken up in. I couldn't even find a word to express anything I was feeling. It wasn't just the overwhelming relief, though. It was the happiness, the confusion, the fact that this was a part of some fairy tale book that a ten year old kept in his room. Everything came flooding in at the same time, but I knew I couldn't show it. That was no way to greet a person who had just come back from the dead. I settled on a hug.
"I remember everything."
So, folks, there you have it! Don't forget to review! I love the fact that within ten hours of publishing the first chapter, I had twenty reviews. Let's try for the same outcome this chapter! Reviews fuel me to keep on going! Also, if there is anything you would like to see that you haven't seen yet, please let me know, because I love having input from the people who are reading, because I love making my audience HAPPY! Anyway, let me know what you think! Love y'all! xMags
