8/3/09

Lies and Ripped Jeans

I could feel his breath consuming my body with its heat. He lowered his right hand toward my inner thigh as his other hand up on my neck holding me in place up against the tree. I struggled against him, but he only pushed me harder against the pine tree. The bark scraped along my back leaving the sting pain as it traveled up my spine. "You're fear is intoxicating," He whispered in my left ear. I could feel his hand moving closer the center of my body feeling me up. I wiggled in protested against him to get him off me, but it was no good he too strong. He took a long on deep sniff in to my neck. "I can smell the real you, the one that is just like me, just waiting to be freed it into the world."

"Let her go now!" A voice called out somewhere behind us. I tried to see past my attacker to see the man who was a faint blur in the distance of the forest around us.

"You would like that wouldn't you? We have history her and me. She's mine and I am keeping it that way," He laughed. He turned his face towards me. It was twisted into an inhuman-like appearance with beast like teeth that protruded from his mouth. He let out a low growl and stared down at me with his molten golden eyes. A scream erupted from my throat, but as soon it left, it was muted instantly as he bit down on my shoulder...

The sound of my phone vibrating and spinning on my nightstand above my head woke me. I didn't mind the interruption from the dream sense I'd been having same one for a few days now and it always ends the same. I rolled over quickly reaching my phone from the nightstand and pulling it quickly to my ear, "Hello...?"

"Jamie Bear, would you be kind enough to let me in?" Karl's voice greeted me on the other end. Karl Thomas, a well loved friend of my mothers and a werewolf. I had talked to him earlier the other day about the dreams I'd been having and he made it clear that he would be back here in Maine, for me by next day. I tried to convince him that my dream was just a dream, but we both knew better, as I have not had a normal dream since I was five years old. I really just wished that he just waited a week as he was planning on coming to stay with me for the Christmas anyhow, but that is my Karl, he was my protector and he would do anything to protect me from any harm no matter how big or small.

"What do you mean let you in?" I asked sitting up in bed. I raked my left hand through my thin shoulder length black hair to weed the knots from sleep while letting a small yawn escape my mouth. "You're here now? You're flight doesn't land until eight."

"My flight did land at eight sweetheart, it's now eleven-fifteen," Karl's voice informed me, which made me double take at my alarm clock on the nightstand that was blinking twelve o'clock. I swore very loudly at myself. There must have had a small power-outage after I went to bed. Yet, another one of the many perks of living in a snow packed area nearly four to five months out of the year sometimes the power goes out when you don't expect it too. "What? Not happy at the fact you sleep the day away?"

"Oh shut up, I'll there in a minute," I grumbled then slammed the phone down on the nightstand. I gowned loudly as I stomped my big feet a crossed on the chilly hardwood floor and snatching up my old purple bathroom robe from the small blue chair near the door of my room as I left the room and headed downstairs to let Karl in.

I took two stairs at a time down the front stairs of the three-story cape style house. The house has been my family for many generations ever since my mother's great aunt Betty who had the house constructed back in 1890. It sits on a large property that is about 100 acres sits on the back from the main road that leads into the small town of York, Maine.

I swung open the front door I was grabbed up in a pair of muscular arms in a full body hug. "Jamie Bear!" Karl squealed. At fifty-one Karl wasn't didn't look nor acted his true age I guess it's one of the many good benefits of being a werewolf, a very slow ageing process. He had no signs of gray hair in his short thick black hair or on his tanned white skin. If I hadn't know him my whole life I would have placed his age at twenty five- thirty maxim.

I slapped his back letting him know I couldn't breathe and he put me down. "Sorry, force of habit and all Jamie Bear."

"So you keep telling me," I said trying to regain my breath. Karl only flashed me his trademarked white teethe grin and turned back to grab his bag from where he had left it on the front porch. As he stepped inside, I could see a man walking up the snow-covered driveway from rented Honda Pilot. He was tall Italian looking man with short black hair and soft hazel eyes. He was mild build with wide shoulder and was dressed in a black leather jacket and blue jeans. "Karl, who is this man standing in my drive way?"

"Oh, Jamie I forgot to tell you I was bringing one of my brothers with me," He answered quickly as to make me it seem as if I did not hear him.

"What? Did you say brother? Please doesn't tell me you brought a pack member with you?" I lifted a disapproving brow at him. He tried to speak, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand. "I said no pack members ever and..."

"And I had no choice," Karl said in a low tone. He placed both of his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I could sense his was worry and frustration coming off of him in waves.

I just hug my head. "You think it's that serious don't you?"

"Yes, I do and Viktor agrees as much too," He answered firmly. I let out a low sigh at the mention Viktor's name. He's the Alpha leader of the American Pack and Karl's superior. In the world of werewolves Karl was third in command under the Alpha, which meant that if Karl is so scared about my safety to the point where he tell the Alpha about me and what I am dreaming about then it's a very big deal.

The sound of the heavy oak front door shutting broke our serious moment to bring us back reality. Karl turned me towards the werewolf whom had come with him. "Oh, yes Jamie, this is Nicolas, Nicolas Stone."

"Please just call me Nick, it's nice to finally meet you Jamie," He said with a coy smile and a hand extended toward me.

I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, too I guess," still not sure of what to make of everything.

"Where should I put my bags?" Nick asked lifting his black duff bags up over his shoulder ever so easily as if he were lifting a pillow rather than the two big heavy bags.

"If you go up stairs and on your left is the guest bedroom you can just drop them off there for now," Karl answered for me seeing as I was still distraught on information over load. Nick nodded and headed up the front stairs towards the guest room. "Don't worry Jamie Bear, I have everything under control for now, why don't you go take a shower and I'll go start some breakfast."

I looked up at him for a sec, and then I looked down at myself. I had bad bed head, rank old pajamas, and probably smelled like sweat. I was a total mess. I hate when he's is right. I let out another sigh. He patted me on the head, and I head up the stairs to take a shower.