p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongem"And I'll tell you the worst part: you're exactly the way that I thought you would be."/em/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongem -Sherwood 'Never Ready To Leave' /em/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongem /em /strongHuman duty. I was on human duty and there wasn't a damn thing that I could do to fix it. One of my boys fucked up: plain and simple. He fucked up and like any pack leader, I had to take responsiblity for his action. I had to fix the problem. I was forced, not so much forced, obligated to take care of the situation. The last thing I wanted to do was spend my time watching a human and let me just start by saying: it was a huge drag. There wasn't anything exciting about babysitting what seemed to be a potential dead female occupying my bed. I mean sure, it was a nice set back then dealing with whatever issues were going on with the pack and I sure as hell was sympathetic towrads the condition the girl was in considering one of mine placed her in the position to begin with but I had been watching - more like guarding her for almost two weeks now. Fourteen days. Fourteen days of her not moving, not waking up and more importantly not healing. Not a damn thing. Nothing. Nada. emZilch. /emOnce or twice it seemed like her eyes had flickered like she wanted to open them but couldn't quite manage to figure out how. Like she wanted to be awake but maybe couldn't possibly deal with the amount of pain we had accidentally inflicted on her. The worst part of it all was the waiting. Waiting for her to do something but nothing seemed to happen. I didn't know the condition she was in. I didn't know the actual amount of pain she was enduring. The only thing I knew was her face was beaten up, a few bruises along her side, maybe a couple of broken bones but I wasn't exactly sure and that if she wasn't waking up now she sure as hell wasn't planning on waking up any time soon. emFourteen days. /emI had missed fourteen days of being with my boys, two weeks of hunting, listening to their latest conquests and more importantly getting them stronger and to the point of where they needed to be all because of this fucking girl. This girl was my responsiblity. She was the reason why nothing else was getting done. I had to sit here and wait because emthis fucking creature /emcouldn't take a beating. It most certainly wasn't my fault that no one had taught her how to defend herself. It wasn't my fault that she didn't know how to survive. It wasn't my fault that she was weak. That was all on her. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" "If you could wake up soon, that would be fucking great." Great. Now I was talking to her. I mean sure i guess it was better then nothing. I had tried everything, almost anything to get this girl to wake up. I needed her to wake up. I gave her some blood to help restore it in her system of any that she might have lost but the fact that she couldn't exactly swallow on her own defeated that purpose. I tended to most of the wounds on her body, healed all the ones that I could see as fast and quickly as her body would allow but no matter what I had tried or did it just simply wasn't enough. Nothing seemed to work and I was past the point of frustration, now I had to let the balls sit in her court and hope that she would eventually wake up on her own. I guess I should be thankful: I had heard countless stories over the years from other packs - even from my own boys - how unappealing humans were, how they cringed at the sight of anything that wasn't similiar to their own kind and they usually didn't disappoint. I had heard that the girls were easy, that they were so naiive they would swoon over any line someone told them, how some would do absolutely anything just for a small taste of love. It was absolutely disgusting. Everything about their kind was disgusting. Except for this one. This one was a bit of a let down and maybe that was because even if she was dead or at least was in the process of dying she was still peaceful. Almost angelic. I mean I'll admit she was nice to look at despite the condition she was in. She was eye candy: to put it simple - typical blue eyes brunette with skin white as snow and a nice rack. emDefinitely a looker. /emBut, that was besides the point. The point was that she wouldn't wake up. Her blood was on my hands and under my watch and that was something that I had the unfortunate pleasure of dealing with. Glancing at her she looked completely helpless. I thought that her body would have been able to heal the wounds that were left but some were still there; as strong as ever almost as if they were taunting me. Telling me that this was my fault. It wasn't my fault she had wandered in to a forbidden forest. It wasn't my fault that knowing the fall she took when she was rammed into Elijah she was stupid enough to fight him, granted, he had shifted and she thought she was fighting a wolf, but what normal sixteen maybe seventeen year old girl would try and fight a wolf and think that they would come out alive. I mean come on. She set herself up for that one. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" "What were you thinking?" I said, shaking my head and glancing at her again. What could she have possibly been thinking for that to sound like a good idea. I mean there is a very good chance that she could be fine. There was a chance that she could wake up and if she did then I would have to decide where to take the situation from there. It would make it so much easier on my part if she would just say the final words, take her last breathe, and leave this god forsaken planet. She'd be so much better off and the situation would be solved. At first, we thought she was dead, the boys left her lying near the bank by some river hoping maybe a hunter would locate her body and eventually her death would be ruled out as a suicide. Unfortunately, even though we thought she was dead, how badly we wanted her to be, her heart was very much alive which meant that she was our responsiblity but more importantly she was mine. She was alive, partly, she just wasn't exactly waking up and I needed to find a way to fix that. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" "Dawson." Elijah stormed into the dimly lit room, taking everything in for a second. It had been a few days since I had touched down with the pack. Elijah was second in command, almost ranked strongest in the pack, almost as strong as myself but not quite. Neither one of us were blessed with the privelege of having a sibling so the word brotherhood was something we took seriously. With the mess from the human girl, I left the pack in charge with him simply so my mind didn't take on more then it should, not that it needed limitations, but channeling - mind linked - and dealing with eleven almost twenty year olds was a lot to handle. Especially if they were fighting over the same girl. "You look like hell." He finally said after taking a look at the girl. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" "What do you want, Elijah." I muttered. What could he have possibly wanted. I was already tense. Not being around civlization or being able to hunt for a few days, really put a damper on my mood. The only thing I was absolutely certain on was that the girl couldn't be left alone and I didn't dare trust her with any of my boys because they'd get bored to easily. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" "We have a problem." He cut right to the chase, glancing at me and then at the girl while handing me a thick vanilla file folder. I glanced at the name that was written in black ink along the side: Lexus. emLexus./em What the hell kind of name was Lexus and why did it sound so damn familiar. /p