This is my first fanfic. I have never felt capable of actually trying until now. This is a spicy little one off story, adapted from a much larger creation that is a WIP and being written longhand. It will probably never be published, because it i...
Gabriellah was getting further and further into the land of... somewhere... in New England as the narrow strip of pavement twisted and wound through the thickening of trees. She never had a good sense of direction. Her friends even nicknamed her Ryoga, but this time was different. She was beyond lost. The solo road trip to find herself was the most ironic thing she possibly could have called it when she tried to explain it to them the day she left. She didn't dare tell anyone ahead of time that she would be touring the country alone. They would have had time to talk her out of it. "There has to be a hotel, or even a gas station around here somewhere." She said aloud to no one.
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Willing herself back to the task at hand, Gabriellah had almost decided turn around and try the other direction, when her headlights flashed on... something. Just beyond the trees. "Was that eyes? Someone is out there. Someone with... were those... yellow eyes? Orange?" She slammed on the brakes, and the black Camaro skidded to a stop beside the road. The cool of the moonless, mid-October night was nice. Quite a change from spending her entire life in the torturous heat of the South. But it seemed to be getting colder fast.
She stepped out of the car slowly, warily. Everything inside of her was screaming at her to get back inside, drop the clutch, and fishtail out of there. She hadn't passed another car for 10 miles. Nothing about the situation seemed safe. But safe was not what she was looking for on this trip. She craved adventure. Discovery.
"Hello?" Gabriellah called out into the darkness. Step after cautious step led her deep into the dense forest. "Damnit. Whatever it was, I've scared it away." As Gabriellah turned around to return to the car she realized she was double lost. She'd strayed too far. She couldn't see the car. Lost. Again... Still... More Lost. How was that even possible?
She started wandering in whatever direction she was facing, hoping against hope that she would soon see the familiar glow of the headlights, or hear the soft growl of the engine. Half an hour later, she realized she had to be going the wrong way. For the first time since she'd started this road trip, she was actually afraid of something. But what? She sat on a on a fallen tree trunk and allowed hot salty tears to fall.
Behind her, she was certain she heard the crunch of leaves under feet. Gabriellah quickly wiped her tears away. If she was about to be the next victim of Steven King's latest villain, she certainly wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry about it.
She quickly stood, turning on her heels and finding herself looking into those orange eyes she'd been seeking. "Are you lost?" he said. She was speechless. Was this happening? "I just want to help you. My name is Munk." He took a shy step backward.
"Umm, forgive me. I'm Gabriellah... Gabs. And yes. I seem to have misplaced myself." She said, looking around, "Or my car." She turned her head to the side. "Both I suppose."
Munk stepped forward again. "I'll help you. But you don't have the scent of someone who really wants to find a car. What you're looking for is... more."
