Chapter 2
I ran like there was no tomorrow. Away from all of my problems, away from all of the hurt. This is how it was meant to be. This...this is how it is to be free. The ungentle winds meeting each other half way and then coming together to form a front so strong only the tree trunks could stand the force. The midnight sky, with a big circular moon, just waiting for me to follow. My heart racing at unimaginable speeds just to get a taste of this so called adrenaline coursing through my veins. It felt...it felt good. For once in my life I didn't have to serve anyone to make them happy. I could make myself happy. I will make myself whole again. I will fill this void inside my corpse and live.
What struck me out of my daydream was the loud snap of a branch. I skated to a stop and swirled around to see a large black wolf standing behind me. Even without knowing who this was, I knew what this was.
"What do you want, rouge?" My voice boomed throughout the woods. Making even me shiver at the hard stone clip that now surfaced and took over my once sweet and innocent voice.
"The better question is...what are you doing here, little girl? These parts of the forest aren't exactly friendly to your kind." His now shifted form asked me. Whoever said that when werewolves shift we loose are clothing, they were just pulling your leg. It's just an old spokes tale.
"Running. Why do you ask when I sense you already knew that?" I replied quite indifferently.
He chuckled, his chest rumbling with the movement. "I see, you are no fool, Julia. I admire that in a person. And such a lovely person at that." He reached his hand up to caress the side of my cheek. I swatted his hand away in a matter of seconds.
"Go find your own play toy elsewhere, I'm not interested." I stomped away from him, my anger fuming with every step. Wherever this newfound courage came from, I have no idea, but I liked ever ounce of it. Especially because this guy was so unnerving.
I could hear him jog to catch up with me but before I could turn around, he had already captured my forearms and twisted them behind my back. His body resting on the back of mine. "Don't be stupid, Julia. Its unwise to treat me the way you do." He whistled through his teeth.
"I don't care what you want, rouge, now unhand me." I threatened.
"Oh, Julia, my sweet sweet, Julia. You surly are a riot you know that." He chuckled, releasing my arms in the process. Before I could escape, however, he had clasped his rough hand around my throat. "Now, onto the more fun part of this conversation. As you may think I'm a rouge wolf, I'm not. Far from that actually. Lets just say, for the heck of it, that I'm not even a wolf. That what I seek right now is a place to rest and regain my strength. As I'm sure you would like to do the same, right?" He notched an eyebrow at me, "You see, Julia, we are the same. We are both alone with no one who loves us, all you have to do is open your eyes and see it." He spoke, his lips skimming the bare flesh of my ear lobe.
"I am nothing like you!" I spat out.
He merely chuckled, again. "We will see each other again someday, Julia. Maybe not anytime soon but in the near future, I can guarantee, we will face off."
"Why not right now?" I roared and spun around in his arms.
"You are to weak and I prefer we settle this when we both have our full strength. The fight would be an unfair win and you have yet to train yourself."
"But--"
"Nu uh, it's rude to interrupt, let me finish first." He said tapping his index finger on his lips. "Ah, yes now I remember. You see are paths are entwined, we were meant to meet and fight to death, and only one of us will prevail." His dark eyes bore into mine, making my knees wobbly. "Times a ticking, Julia, you'd best be on your way but don't let it escape your mind that this day was inevitable from the start." With his last words said, in a blink of an eye, all that was left of him was a puff of smoke.
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*Three days later... *
Breath, Julia, breath. You can do this. Its just a quick get in get out. On the count of three.
1...2...3
I sprinted to my nearest kill and sliced at its rib cage. Its salty blood trickling through its feathers and falling through the sky. With each drop my thirst grew stronger and stronger and my momentum faster and faster. This bird had another thing coming if it thinks it can escape my clutches. My hind legs contracting and retracting with every movement, my tongue dancing on my lips as my mouth slobbers all over. My claws are gripping at the dirt beneath my feet and my teeth are bared to a menacing snarl. My eyes blazing red and my heart fluttering with excitement.
This is my first kill.
My first step into a new beginning.
It has been three days, since I have last eaten, and my bones are getting weak. Especially with the new transformation. The first night was a living nightmare. The constant snapping of the bones, the painful twitch of ever muscle as it sprung out of place, and the howl that ran past my lip when I wasn't paying attention. The hard--almost iron--tree vines that I tied around my neck, my feet, my arms, and stomach to keep me mobilized.
My wolf and I have been talking about our plans ever since she woke up from her slumber. Our plans for revenge. She was just as ecstatic as I was when I told her of my plot. Now don't get the wrong idea. We are not just doing this for blood, quite the opposite, really. We want them to start treating each other like equals. To help and care for one another. We don't want them dead... necessarily. I mean whats the fun in that? We just want them so broken that they will beg for death, they will grovel at our feet and know how strong we are. They will know that we are not one to be messed with. They will know how it feels to be on the brink of death. To get rejected. To be beaten. They will know it all! And when they've had enough, I will turn my back and let them collect the broken pieces of their dignity, with whatever is left of it. They shall know how I felt when all of that happened to me. To us. They will know just how much their cruelty corrupted such an innocent mind.
My wolf, fully developed and complete, is hunting for a good snack to eat. Our large body of muscle rushing through the woods like a flash of lightning. Are eyes like a snake, yellow with black slits for the pupils, and are coat is red like fire with streaks of blondish-orange. Are tails tip is a smoky black along with the tips of our ears, almost like a fox. We are the only wolf alive to have such a color. We are no ordinary wolf. My wolf told me this herself but she has yet to tell me exactly what we are.
The duck before me falters and plummets to the ground, it's wings giving out, and it's eyes slowly closing. I wait until it is fully gone before I scoop it up inside my mouth and carry it off to my cave. Trotting or skipping all the way home. I can't help that I'm gleeful. I'm finally learning how to take care of myself for a change. And in the crazy world these days, living in the wild, It's survival of the fittest.
I reach the entrance of my cave and place my meal on the stone ground as I morph back into my human form.
We did good today, Saraphine.
'I know we did.'
Do you think it will always give me pleasure to kill?
She laughed, 'You are a wolf, Julia, its in your blood'
I gave her what I thought was a small smile and a nod in my mind.
As I readied the fire, the cracking and warmth it brought soothed me, and I found myself singing a tune as I roasted the meat.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry.
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake, you shall have.
All the pretty little ponies...
In your bed mama said "baby's riding off to dream land."
One by one, they begun, dance and prance for little baby.
Black and bays.
Dapple's and grey's.
Running in the night.
When you wake, you shall have...
All the pretty little ponies.
Can you see the little ponies, dance before your eyes.
All the pretty little ponies will be there when you arise...
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry.
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake you shall have...
All the pretty little ponies.
All the pretty little...
Ponies...
'Where did you learn that song, Julia?' Saraphine commented as I finished singing.
Just something I picked up on the radio.
'An interesting song.' She mused, 'Just remember the plan.'
Don't worry, I'll never forget.
'Good.' She whispered.
And as the fire sizzled its last breath and the cave darkened in the night. A tear welled up into my eyes. An unshed tear. A tear in both my eyes. One on the right for my innocence and one on the left for my cruelty. On that night, I cried myself to sleep, one last time.
"Goodbye." I whimpered to myself.
This was me, letting go, of the old me.
And this was me welcoming the new me.
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Ugh this needs a lot of work, but I hope you enjoy anyway!! Forget about the spelling I will go back later and fix it. ;(
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-Eden.