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Zoey's History
Topic Started: Jan 28 2011, 07:26 PM (150 Views)
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Zoey~

I love how everyone tries to stick it to the species. But in my years—which aren’t very many, I should add—I’ve learned a whole species can’t be to blame. I’ve met some good vampires, and I’ve also met bad werewolves and humans, as well.

In the end, there’s only good and bad. It doesn’t matter who you are—dog, mosquito, or just an ordinary human. After all, justice is blind. Or, it shoud be.

The story you’re about to read is the beginning of Zoey Vang’s life as a werewolf. Which is me, by the way. Got a problem with it? I don’t care.


Part One: Changing

I lay, stretched out lazily, across our couch, staring blankly at the small television set. The drone of a commercial emanates faintly from it, my jaw hanging open in the look of sheer boredom. I give a grunt as I push myself up into a sitting position, swinging my feet around the edge of the couch before standing up.

I slip between the old couch and the end table that sits next to it, heading into our kitchen. I cross over to the fridge, pulling the fridge open and scanning my eyes over its contents, before finally settling on a Coke and pulling it out. Nudging the fridge closed with my hip, I pop the can's top, letting the air hiss out before guzzling down half the liquid. The buzz of caffeine in my veins is welcom.

Mason strides into the house, screen door banging open with his arrival, before slowly easing itself closed. Grinning, he hops over into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter beside me.

“Hey, Zoe," he says casually, leaning over and trying to reach for my can.

I jerk it away, shielding it protectively with my body. “No way.”

He chuckles, pushing himself up onto the counter, his heels banging against its doors. Always making noise. But what can I say? I love him.

“So, how’s it going?” I ask before chugging more of the soda, still turned away so he can't try to steal it away again.

“Ah, stuff,” he says, waving his hand in a dismissve gesture. “Checking the territory boundaries, keeping vampires out. The usual.”

I roll my eyes, crunching the can and dropping it in the trash can. I slip away, out the door, before Mason can start ranting about "alpha duties."

The "elders" of the pack - all the parents - had decided to hand down the pack to the new generation, since so many of them had Changed. Mason, being the oldest and son of the past alpha, became the new alpha. I'm sure you can imagine what that's like for me, seeing as I'm his little sister. And I still haven't Changed yet.

I disappear into the shelter of the trees, once again ignoring Mason's rule of not venturing there until I Changed. The rule just seemed stupid, to me - I could defend myself just fine, and there had been no reports of vampires.

I stroll for a while, just glancing at my surroundings. The quiet calms me, no noises to disturb me but the singing of birds and the rustle of leaves as squirrels and chipmunks dart about the roots of trees. I kick a stone down the path as I walk, busying myself with the small "game."

I kick the rock a little too hard, sending it skidding off the narrow, dirt path and into a bush. I sigh, glancing about for another, when I hear a soft rustling. I lift my head, looking around me, searching for the rodent I disturbed. I frown when I see nothing, craning my neck and looking over my shoulder.

"Interesting," I murmur to myself. The rustling had stopped. I turn back to continue on my way, when I give a gasp and stumble backwards, towards the way I came.

I hadn't disturbed any chipmunk or squirrel. Beside me stood a human - a man, several years older than me.

“Hello, pup,” he says, giving me a fanged grin. Scratch that, no man, a vampire.

“I—I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” I stutter, continuing to take steps away from the dreaded enemy.

“Understand what?" he asks, leaning a bit closer to me. I flinch away, lifting my hands, but he curls his hand around one of my wrists, grip cold and hard as iron.

I shake my head, trying to tear my arm away. I'm not match for him. “N-no, I’m sorry, I’m n—”

"Not what?” he asks, leaning closer until our faces are inches apart. His bright red eyes seem to paralyze me, like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. Which is exactly what I felt like right now.

"A werewolf. You can leave me al-lone." I stutter a bit less, become more firm. I jerk my arm again, but he doesn't budge.

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my wrist. "You most certainly are." He wrinkles his nose. "You smell like one," he says in disgust, before glancing at the side of my arm. "And isn't that your - ah, what do you mutts call it - pack tattoo?"

I steal a glance at my arms, eyes widening in surprise. There, engraved into my skin, was a tattoo identical to Mason's. But when had I gotten that?

I stumble back farther, arm still caught in his grip. I desperately try to wrench it out of his hand, pain lancing up my arm.

“I’m sorry; I’m n-not a werewolf. I haven’t Changed yet.” I immediately curse myself silently. Why would I say that to him?

“Even better. I’ll kill you before you’re actually a threat.”

My eyes widen farther, and I give one final wrench when his grip loosens slightly, breaking free. I whip around, bolting away as quickly as I can, heels tearing into the earth. My heart thunders in my chest as I try to run, escape this predator, but I know I can never get away. But I wasn't going down without a fight - or a run, to be exact.

I suddenly feel a burning in my body, and I wonder if it's from trying to hard, but I refuse to break my fast pace. I stumble and stagger as my body starts to change form, my legs and arms shortening and lengthening to meet each other. My face morphs into one of a wolf, equipped with sharp teeth. A tail grows out; my whole body covers with bright red fur. All happening in a matter of a second.

Finally, at last, I had Changed. The tables had turned.

I skid to a stop, whirling to face my opponent. I give a vicious snarl, lips curling back to reveal long, sharp incisors. My face breaks into a wolfish grin as he stops as well. I take a step forward, forcing him to backpedal.

Realizing he's lost this battle already, he retreats several more steps. “This pack of yours won’t stop me. Be ready for me, pup, because I’ll be back.” Then, in a blur, he races off, gone.

I wish I had heeded his warning.

But no, instead, I scoff, turning back towards the houses. I launch myself forward with pent-up energy, the forest scenery around me passing in a blur. My legs pump hard, carrying me faster than I ever thought I could go, the whole thing filling me with feelings of euphoria. I give a loud bark of excitement, scattering the forest animals all around me.

I burst through the trees, skidding to a stop outside my own house. I bark again, tongue lolling out of my mouth as I put my paws up on the porch's botton step. My tail swishes behind me.

Mason comes outside after a moment, and stops, staring at me. He then blinks, shaking his head. “Well, I knew you’d come around eventually. I just didn’t expect you to be so young.” He ducks inside for a short moment, and I wait patiently until he returns with a bundle of my clothes and tosses it to me.

I catch them in my jaws, trotting back into the cover of the trees. Making sure I'm hidden behind one of the wide trunks, I Change back to my human form, pulling on the change of clothes Mason had given me. Straightening the outfit, I emerge.

Seeing Mason up on the porch, I hop up the stairs, smirking at him. He just smiles, slapping my back. “Welcome to the pack, squirt.”

END OF PART ONE

Part Two: Leaving

When I abruptly pull myself out of a deep sleep, all I hear is screaming.

Lots of screaming.

I throw the covers off me, stumbling out of my bed, bare feet striking the wooden floorboards. Rubbing and blinking the bleariness from my eyes, I peer through the darkness at the digital clock sitting on my nightstand.

3:13 A.M. Thirteen really is a cursed number.

Mason suddenly kicks my door open, the door knob banging loudly against the wall, making me jump. “C’mon, c’mon, we have to go!”

I look at him in bewilderment, and find he’s already dressed in clothes for traveling, a backpack slung over his shoulder. “W-what?”

“Hurry, get dressed, now.”

I nod, horribly scared and confused and Mason leaves my room, though I know he's hovering right outside the door. I grab a dark t-shirt and a pair sweat pants, quickly stumbling into them in the darkness, and shoving several extra sets of clothes into a bag of my own. I grab a few personal items—an old blanket, a dagger my father had given me, an amulet of a wolf. I shove them in the bag alongside the clothes, zip it up quickly, and sling the backpack around my shoulders.

As soon as I open my door, Mason’s there, as I knew he would be.

“We have to go!” The urgency in his voice frightens me, and I slip into the room behind him. I rush to the front door, not bothering to stop for other supplies, as Mason was sure to have them. Pulling the door open, I lurch out onto the front porch, only to freeze.

I stare in horror at the scene.

The first thing I notice, after the screams, is the strong, sickly sweet trademark scent of vampires. They’re everywhere, and I can't help it, I wrinkle my nose in disgust. I'm practically choking on the scent. Older werewolves try to defend the other members of their family.

No doubt, the teen werewolves had all run, like we are now. Mason hurries past me, jumping down the stairs and looking up at me, gesturing impatiently for me to come after him.

I’m about to follow Mason until I see my father.

He’s hunched down in front of my mother and little sister, Lynn, snarling at one vampire. His fur bristles in anger as he launches into battle.

“Mom! Dad! LYNN!” I scream, trying to get to them.

Mason grabs my arm, yanking me back forcefully. “There’s nothing we can do, Zoey! We have to run!”

“No!” I shout, tears streaming down my face as I try to pull out of Mason’s grasp. Of course, he's too strong.

Mason lifts me up, turning me around and shoving me towards the darkness of the forest. “Go!” he commands, his hands on my back.

Stumbling blindly, I head for the trees, Mason on my heels. I make it into the forest with no vampires in pursuit of us, despite how loud I had been. Mason’s pushing me forward, not giving me a chance to look back, because I would've run back to them, even if it cost me my life.

Goodbye, my family, I say to them, silently, as another tear rolls down my cheek and joins the salty torrent.

END OF PART TWO
Edited by themorbidbarbie, Jun 20 2011, 10:07 PM.
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Part Three: New Friends

Mason and I have been traveling for weeks, searching for a new home, or any kind of refuge. Any place that will shelter us, accept us for who we are. So far, no luck.

We walk on in silence, nothing but the crunching and snapping of leaves and twigs between us. The repetitive cry of a bird sounds, echoing off the trees, before others join it with their own songs.

I stare at the ground as I walk along, my fiery hair pulled back from my face and falling down my back in a braid. It sways with my weight as I trail after Mason, my eyes watching the back of his heels.

He suddenly freezes, and I follow suit. I hear a faint sound coming from ahead of us, and it is definitely not a bird call. Mason grabs my arm, pulling my into a large thicket of bushes, crouching down.

The sound - voices - comes closer, and as I listen carefully, I can make out the words of their conversation.

"... really should be alpha," one voice says in a mock pout, sounding male.

A lighthearted laugh answers, belonging to a female. "You will, soon. Michael's just too stubborn to hand it over yet."

The pair laugh as they round the bend, and I peer at them through the trees. The first - the male - looks a bit older than me, with brown hair that hands in his eyes, which are also brown. He's taller than the girl that stands beside him, who has long, white hair and bright scarlet eyes.

Quite an interesting pair. Mason remains completely still and silent beside me, his bright green eyes tracking them.

The boy freezes, resting his hand on the girl's arm. He turns, looking around, inhaling sharply.

"I smell something," he says, taking a few steps back in our direction.

I feel Mason tense beside me, and he silently slips the bag off his shoulder. He gives me a stern look, one that I recognize as "don't move."

The stranger stops in front of the thicket, his lips curling into a snarl. "Show yourself!" he barks, and Mason pushes himself up into a standing position.

Fire blazes in the boy's brown eyes. "What's your name?"

"Mason." There's no point in lying, but he won't reveal his last name.

"And what are you doing here, on my territory?" he demands as the girl walks up beside him, arms folded across her chest.

"I had no knowledge of this being any pack's territory, I was merely wandering." Mason's reply is cool, he watches the other boy with a blank expression.

"Alone?" His tone is doubtful.

"No," I say, suddenly, standing beside Mason. I feel Mason tense again, and I know he is going to scold me afterwards.

The boy grins as he sees me, and I turn away as a traitorous blush creeps onto my cheeks. He just chuckles, shaking his head. "And your name?"

"Zoey," I reply, my voice surprisingly quiet, and I still don't look at him.

A low growl comes from Mason, a rather protective sound, warning him to back off.

"I'm Abby," the girl, Abby, says, sighing. "And this is Leo." She jerks her thumb at the boy standing beside her - Leo. "If you need a place to stay, we can ask."

Mason dips his head in gratitude. "We would appreciate it," he says, though his tone remains as blank as his expression.

Abby nods back, turning on her heel and walking down the thin trail again. "C'mon, then." Leo looks at me for a moment before following after Abby.

Mason's jaw clenches, but he picks up his bag and follows them, and I do the same.

We may have just earned ourselves two allies.

END OF PART THREE
Edited by themorbidbarbie, Jun 21 2011, 03:36 PM.
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Part Four: New Beginnings

I sit on the new bed, my legs pulled up to my chest, chin resting on my knees. Abby allowed me to stay in the spare bedroom at her house, and Mason is at Leo's. I wonder how those two are getting along.

As soon as I got into Abby's, I took a shower, then pulled on some of her old clothes that fit me. My remaining clothing is now spewed across the floor, as I had attempted to find something before she stopped me.

So, here I am now, sitting on my new bed, my wet hair clinging to the back of my shirt. I rock myself slightly, something I have done since I was quite young.

There's a quiet knock on the door, and I cease my rocking. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet brushing the wooden floor. Despite the fact that I don't know who it is, I give a quiet, "Come in."

The door eases open, and Leo pokes his head in. I blink, but make no other movement to betray my surprise.

"You alright?" he asks, slowly stepping inside. The door clicks closed behind him.

"Fine," I say. "Why?"

"I wanted to make sure Abby took care of you," he says, smiling slightly. "She hasn't been good with communicating lately. She's going through a hard time."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I repeat, wrapping my arms around my stomach, holding my body still so I won't rock.

"Alright.." His voice trails off, and silence fills the space between us for a moment.

"If you need anything, let me know," he says. A grin tugs the corners of his mouth. "And I think you beat my record."

I frown, lines creasing my forehead. "I don't understand... What record?"

"I have a record of how quickly I can trash a room." The grin remains on his face as he gestures at the mess with his hand.

"Oh." I feel my face flush slightly, and let my head drop.

He chuckles. "Good night, Zoey." I listen as he is still for a moment, as if reluctant to leave, before exiting and closing the door behind him. And I'm alone in my room once again.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. Shivering, I get up, crossing the room and flicking off the light. I stumble over the clothes in the darkness, wandering back to the bed, before collapsing on top of it. Squirming under the covers, I allow my exhaustion to settle over me, and fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

END OF PART FOUR
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