As I arrived, Robin was exiting the hospital. She looked like she had been through a wringer and wanted nothing to do with me. I decided to say my piece and go. She didn't want me around and she didn't need me. I told her about her brother and what had happened. She stared at me, confused and upset. I gave a promise that if she asked, I would leave her alone for good. As my last question, I asked if she was okay. And I felt her pain in the one look she gave me, I could tell she wanted nothing more than to break down and cry. But she didn't. She's strong because she has to be. I couldn't imagine all this happening to her. But when she spoke to me next, she didn't say leave me alone. She asked me to come with her to check something out. And, after a moment, I agreed.
She drove the car down to a book shop. I didn't say a thing, not wanting to bother her. Poor Robin. I wish I could simply turn away, find someone else to follow around. I want her to be happy and i want her to be safe and protected, but I also want her to be strong. But who the hell am I to tell someone how to be? I just joined the group two days ago and the group seems to be almost disbanded. Israel arrested, Vincent in the hospital(and most likely arrested), Chantel in the fairy world, Robin distraught. I don't know where Ardath is....
Inside the shop, it smelled of old books and parchment. Thats the smell I love the best. Robin asked about books on supernatural creatures and the owner looked at me oddly, telling Robin I was a werewolf. She said she knew and he said that he would help her, but only if I would put on a pair of handcuffs. They were gold and I stepped back, the skin on my palms tingling from the last encounter I had with gold. Robin held up the cuffs as she approached me, her eyes wet, but also determined. I saw real strength there as she told me that if she wanted her to trust me, I'd put them on. I was going to tell her about the gold, how much it hurt, how it burned my skin like fire, but at our eye contact, I simply held out my hands and left her close the cuffs tightly on my wrists as I suffered in silence, my skin blackening at the metals touch. Robin thanked me though. I think that helped a bit.
The bookstore owner, Elliot, gave her a fancy book and told her to call him once a week to let him know she was alive. I worried a bit about that, but I kept quiet. Then Chantel and Israel walked in. The rest was a blur as Chantel was forgiven for something she did to Elliot sixteen years ago(which is, what,when she was a baby?!) I felt Robins anger burning beside me and I saw Tobias standing inside with us. Israel and Tobias were very high. Robin confronted Chantel about her leaving us behind in the Fae realms and she got me uncuffed and lead my by the hand out. I felt my heart beating very fast as I felt Robins own pulse from her wrist as we left the angel and the whatever behind. And soon I realized that her pulse was not for me, but for the book she held. Of course, I'm getting my strength back as the werewolf. I could have been sensing anything....but I wonder.
Monday, March 24, 2014
The Ghost and the Darkness.
The cop walked up, told Robin she was speeding. And Robin broke down, crying, saying that she was just a girl, whimpering and making a scene. The cop, apparently soft despite being a Toronto cop, said she was off the hook and offered to escort her to her house. She agreed, even though we were a block away. We got to the door and Robin ran inside, with me close behind. Vincent was standing over Robins mother, a knife in his hand. He smelled....wrong. Like meat gone bad thats been cooked and burnt black. His eyes weren't like Vincent and he had blood on the knife. I knew what I had to do. And it was going to hurt if I had anything to say about it.
I yelled at Vincent, shouting, trying to snap him out of it. "Think about Robin Vincent! Don't do this! She TRUSTED you! She TRUSTED you!" I shouted as he brandished the knife, about to plunge the blade into her abdomen again. So I ran at him. And was slammed aside. I hit the wall, pinned there by an unseen force as I struggled and fought, trying to stop him as he crept forward, as unVincentish as possible. Suddenly, the force abated and I tackled Vincent hard, roaring in rage, in hatred, at his cruelty, at the pain he was causing Robin, at the unfairness of the world that she had chosen him. He hit the ground hard and was knocked out. I held back, wanting nothing more than to finish him off while he was weak. But Robin was watching and she was tearfully kneeling by her mother as I shouted at the cops to get an ambulance.
Robin clambered into the ambulance with her mom and Vincent as I sadly watched her leave. She gave me an endearing smile as the doors closed, slamming shut and cutting off our eye contact. Lighting up a ciggarette, I realized I wasn't alone. The person with me didn't give off any smell, which is why he surprised me. He talked to me as I smoked and said thanks for saving my mom. I was surprised that he was Robins brother, but not too surprised he was dead. He said he was the one who tossed me aside and he was trying to protect his mother, so I forgave him for that. I asked if there was anything I could do to help and he said that he needed Robin to know about his existence. I promised I would and he disappeared(but I expect he'll be back). I didn't have anything else to do, so I decided to hike to the hospital. Robin needed to have someone around who wasn't psychotic.
I yelled at Vincent, shouting, trying to snap him out of it. "Think about Robin Vincent! Don't do this! She TRUSTED you! She TRUSTED you!" I shouted as he brandished the knife, about to plunge the blade into her abdomen again. So I ran at him. And was slammed aside. I hit the wall, pinned there by an unseen force as I struggled and fought, trying to stop him as he crept forward, as unVincentish as possible. Suddenly, the force abated and I tackled Vincent hard, roaring in rage, in hatred, at his cruelty, at the pain he was causing Robin, at the unfairness of the world that she had chosen him. He hit the ground hard and was knocked out. I held back, wanting nothing more than to finish him off while he was weak. But Robin was watching and she was tearfully kneeling by her mother as I shouted at the cops to get an ambulance.
Robin clambered into the ambulance with her mom and Vincent as I sadly watched her leave. She gave me an endearing smile as the doors closed, slamming shut and cutting off our eye contact. Lighting up a ciggarette, I realized I wasn't alone. The person with me didn't give off any smell, which is why he surprised me. He talked to me as I smoked and said thanks for saving my mom. I was surprised that he was Robins brother, but not too surprised he was dead. He said he was the one who tossed me aside and he was trying to protect his mother, so I forgave him for that. I asked if there was anything I could do to help and he said that he needed Robin to know about his existence. I promised I would and he disappeared(but I expect he'll be back). I didn't have anything else to do, so I decided to hike to the hospital. Robin needed to have someone around who wasn't psychotic.
In Which a Betrayal is Felt and a Friendship is Broken.
When I got back, Robin was finishing a story. Her eyes had a sad, haunted look in it and I had to fight the urge to go to her, to hold her hand. She's Vincents. She's not going to be mine. I had figured that out by now. I told her that I was sorry and I was sure Vincent would be here to help her soon. But for some reason, that didn't comfort her. If anything, it made her look sadder. She wouldn't even look at me. I guess I only hurt people. I'm no good at looking after them. Vincent should have been here. Where the hell was he?
The troll picked us up on his back and carried us when Chantel stated she wanted to face Leanne(which, I guess, is the fancily dressed fae woman) and we were taken to her presence. She was beautiful and frightening. Even my inner wolf was creeped out. Chantel said truth or dare to Leanne and Leanne asked about a book. I was confused when Chantel pulled one out. I didn't recognize it, but Robin did, because she gasped in horror and I HEARD her heartbeat pick up. I felt excitement, anger. Betrayal. Nostalgia. This book was Robins and Chantel had stolen it. I had to fight the urge to transform and tear Chantels book arm off. Leanne made an offer for our freedom. That Chantel sleep with her.
Robin screamed at Chantel, saying that it was a bad idea. How fucked up it was , I could tell that her heart was breaking, but I remained silent. If I was Vincent, I would have been able to convince Chantel. I would have been able to be there for Robin. But I'm not. Chantel and Leanne walked off together and the troll showed up. He offered to carry us back and we were free. I tried to give a word of comfort and kindness to Robin, but I don't think she heard me. The troll raised a gate and we entered. The troll was with us, back in Toronto(I could tell by the smell). The troll was a huge biker guy now. And Robin...I nearly teared up as she begged him to promise not to kill anyone. He agreed, but only if he was the one she called if she wanted someone dead. And she promised him that.
We went to grab Chantels keys. With her in Neverland, she sure as hell doesn't need them. Dean showed up and he looked fine, despite being the Human Torch the last time we saw him. He was talking to me, saying that Israel, Robin, Vincent, all of them...that they were weak, that I was strong and I didn't need them, that I should leave them behind. I told him the truth. They were freaks, monsters, oddballs....but they were the only friends I had. And good or bad times, I was sticking with them.
Robin and I got in the car as she called Vincent. She seemed scared and she was asking where he was. I tried to listen in using my senses, but I was cut off as a bunch of bikers encircled the car. Robin sped off fast, leaving them behind as we drove...I guess towards her house. The cops then showed up. What the hell were we going to do?
The troll picked us up on his back and carried us when Chantel stated she wanted to face Leanne(which, I guess, is the fancily dressed fae woman) and we were taken to her presence. She was beautiful and frightening. Even my inner wolf was creeped out. Chantel said truth or dare to Leanne and Leanne asked about a book. I was confused when Chantel pulled one out. I didn't recognize it, but Robin did, because she gasped in horror and I HEARD her heartbeat pick up. I felt excitement, anger. Betrayal. Nostalgia. This book was Robins and Chantel had stolen it. I had to fight the urge to transform and tear Chantels book arm off. Leanne made an offer for our freedom. That Chantel sleep with her.
Robin screamed at Chantel, saying that it was a bad idea. How fucked up it was , I could tell that her heart was breaking, but I remained silent. If I was Vincent, I would have been able to convince Chantel. I would have been able to be there for Robin. But I'm not. Chantel and Leanne walked off together and the troll showed up. He offered to carry us back and we were free. I tried to give a word of comfort and kindness to Robin, but I don't think she heard me. The troll raised a gate and we entered. The troll was with us, back in Toronto(I could tell by the smell). The troll was a huge biker guy now. And Robin...I nearly teared up as she begged him to promise not to kill anyone. He agreed, but only if he was the one she called if she wanted someone dead. And she promised him that.
We went to grab Chantels keys. With her in Neverland, she sure as hell doesn't need them. Dean showed up and he looked fine, despite being the Human Torch the last time we saw him. He was talking to me, saying that Israel, Robin, Vincent, all of them...that they were weak, that I was strong and I didn't need them, that I should leave them behind. I told him the truth. They were freaks, monsters, oddballs....but they were the only friends I had. And good or bad times, I was sticking with them.
Robin and I got in the car as she called Vincent. She seemed scared and she was asking where he was. I tried to listen in using my senses, but I was cut off as a bunch of bikers encircled the car. Robin sped off fast, leaving them behind as we drove...I guess towards her house. The cops then showed up. What the hell were we going to do?
Everything's beautiful....in the green.
The most amazing forest I had ever seen. Beautiful. Huge. Old. I could feel it even if I had lost my wolfish senses. It was amazing and huge and I wanted to see every part. Robin was there and Chantel with us. I didn't know where Israel and Vincent were and I didn't care. I tried to offer Robin help up, but Robin shrugged me off. I guess I still unnerved her. I tried to ask her why she was treating me like a bad guy, I had apologized and I had lost part of myself. I showed her the scar across my stomach from getting cut in half and Robin got....flustered. She blushed anyway. I don't know what feelings she was having with my senses gone, but I felt she was coming over.
As we walked, I saw it. A bridge and down below, a pool of water. Over it, the moon, unbelievably, was reflected. The phases of the moon passed and went and I knew I had the power, to become my wolf form again. All I had to do was bathe in the waters. Wash away the dust. As I approached the river, something huge came up. It was big. It had skin like stone. It was a troll, no question. As his very manner threatened violence, I tried to use fairy tale logic, saying my brother, who was slightly bigger, would come soon if he let me by. But he was obviously well versed in the myth, as he laughed off my story. Robin tried to grab me, to convince me to stay human and there was definite warmth in her touch and worry in her eyes and I felt my stomach flip flop a little, but I also knew something else. That without the wolf, I wouldn't be worthy of anyones notice. So, though it killed me, I pulled myself from her grasp and faced the troll. He said he would let me pass if I became like him, merged with him, became a were troll. But I wasn't going to let him lay the rules down. So I ran to the pool and washed the dust away, bathing away the cursed fairy dust. And suddenly I smelled everything. I could smell the forest, the water, the air. And it was beautiful.
As we walked, I saw it. A bridge and down below, a pool of water. Over it, the moon, unbelievably, was reflected. The phases of the moon passed and went and I knew I had the power, to become my wolf form again. All I had to do was bathe in the waters. Wash away the dust. As I approached the river, something huge came up. It was big. It had skin like stone. It was a troll, no question. As his very manner threatened violence, I tried to use fairy tale logic, saying my brother, who was slightly bigger, would come soon if he let me by. But he was obviously well versed in the myth, as he laughed off my story. Robin tried to grab me, to convince me to stay human and there was definite warmth in her touch and worry in her eyes and I felt my stomach flip flop a little, but I also knew something else. That without the wolf, I wouldn't be worthy of anyones notice. So, though it killed me, I pulled myself from her grasp and faced the troll. He said he would let me pass if I became like him, merged with him, became a were troll. But I wasn't going to let him lay the rules down. So I ran to the pool and washed the dust away, bathing away the cursed fairy dust. And suddenly I smelled everything. I could smell the forest, the water, the air. And it was beautiful.
Holy Fire.
I walked around alone. My smokes were gone, but then I remembered it didn't make a difference. I wasn't trying to dull any senses anymore. I was without wolfishness. When I got to the school, deciding to sit and think, Dean and that other kid, whats his name, were there. Which was weird, because I was pretty sure Dean was dead on the bathroom floor earlier. Dean was asking a lot of questions and for some reason, I talked a lot. About Robin. About what she had done to me with that poof of dust, which I'm now fairly certain wasn't cocaine. The sun came up while we talked. I decided to go to school cause, why the hell not?
Israel came in, wingless, and he seemed to be more than a little surprised that I wasn't dead, sliced in half by his blow. I shrugged it off. He was acting odd and I definitely was feeling off because of what had happened the night before. Besides, I was hungry as hell, realizing food was a factor once more, just like cold and death. Robin showed up and she looked pissed at me. What the hell did I do? I guess Dean talked to her about what she had done and she was pissed. Dean was telling off Robin. Vincent pushed him and Dean pushed him back, knocking Robin into me and I couldn't help but enjoy the split second of contact before she bumped her head and then she was on her feet again. And then Israel let loose. He...shot fire.From his hands. And Dean ran away screaming and burning as the sprinklers went off. I stood there as people ran off down the hall, drenched and cold. I was unsure what the hell I was going to do. I decided to tell Vincent. He had a right to know about what his girlfriend was up to...right?
Vincent, when I told him, didn't tell me off. Didn't tell me I was crazy or stupid or laugh. He listened and he seemed to agree that we had to talk to Robin, that she had taken something from HIM too. He doesn't look like a vampire. Is he a zombie? We found her in the sound room that weird Chantel girl is in charge of. We confronted her and I told her off, saying that she had taken away part of me, that she was wrong. And then she started crying. And everyone there bitches me out. Chantel tells me I was wrong to do it, Vincent says that Robin was right to dust him and Izzy starts asking if she's able to make him human. The hell? They were all close to losing their powers and they were treating her like a child, someone to protect. She's NOT a child. She's stronger than she looks. She makes her own choices and she's strong enough to face the music for what she's done. But not while Vincent is babying her and Chantel is shouting at me and Israel is looking like a lost puppy.
She mentioned someone named Red Cap and everyone looked nervous. Nervous, to say the least. Vincent was saying about hunting him down. Some fancily dressed woman who smelled a tiny bit like that dust I had been hit with talked about him killing people, and Chantel talked about some guy named Mr.White, who I guess is a friend of Israel, making him another angel(I swear, I talk with this group for a half hour and everything explodes). Robin was crying into Vincents shoulder and I was torn between anger, guilt for making her cry and wanting to hold her to me and comfort her. But all her friends were there.
Chantel took the role of mother hen then, telling the fancy dressed woman that it was her fault Red Cap was free and Robin was under her own protection.
When we stepped out of the school, a man in white(Mr. White, I presume)demanded Israel hand over a gun, a special gun. And Israel fired the gun and cops showed up. I ran. Towards the school with Robin, with Chantel. That woman was there. And then the school was gone. Everything was gone. Where the hell are we?
Israel came in, wingless, and he seemed to be more than a little surprised that I wasn't dead, sliced in half by his blow. I shrugged it off. He was acting odd and I definitely was feeling off because of what had happened the night before. Besides, I was hungry as hell, realizing food was a factor once more, just like cold and death. Robin showed up and she looked pissed at me. What the hell did I do? I guess Dean talked to her about what she had done and she was pissed. Dean was telling off Robin. Vincent pushed him and Dean pushed him back, knocking Robin into me and I couldn't help but enjoy the split second of contact before she bumped her head and then she was on her feet again. And then Israel let loose. He...shot fire.From his hands. And Dean ran away screaming and burning as the sprinklers went off. I stood there as people ran off down the hall, drenched and cold. I was unsure what the hell I was going to do. I decided to tell Vincent. He had a right to know about what his girlfriend was up to...right?
Vincent, when I told him, didn't tell me off. Didn't tell me I was crazy or stupid or laugh. He listened and he seemed to agree that we had to talk to Robin, that she had taken something from HIM too. He doesn't look like a vampire. Is he a zombie? We found her in the sound room that weird Chantel girl is in charge of. We confronted her and I told her off, saying that she had taken away part of me, that she was wrong. And then she started crying. And everyone there bitches me out. Chantel tells me I was wrong to do it, Vincent says that Robin was right to dust him and Izzy starts asking if she's able to make him human. The hell? They were all close to losing their powers and they were treating her like a child, someone to protect. She's NOT a child. She's stronger than she looks. She makes her own choices and she's strong enough to face the music for what she's done. But not while Vincent is babying her and Chantel is shouting at me and Israel is looking like a lost puppy.
She mentioned someone named Red Cap and everyone looked nervous. Nervous, to say the least. Vincent was saying about hunting him down. Some fancily dressed woman who smelled a tiny bit like that dust I had been hit with talked about him killing people, and Chantel talked about some guy named Mr.White, who I guess is a friend of Israel, making him another angel(I swear, I talk with this group for a half hour and everything explodes). Robin was crying into Vincents shoulder and I was torn between anger, guilt for making her cry and wanting to hold her to me and comfort her. But all her friends were there.
Chantel took the role of mother hen then, telling the fancy dressed woman that it was her fault Red Cap was free and Robin was under her own protection.
When we stepped out of the school, a man in white(Mr. White, I presume)demanded Israel hand over a gun, a special gun. And Israel fired the gun and cops showed up. I ran. Towards the school with Robin, with Chantel. That woman was there. And then the school was gone. Everything was gone. Where the hell are we?
Secrets,Fairy Dust and Betrayal.
I was alive. I knew I would be when I jumped at the multi winged freak. I can't die. The curse has rules, like all things. My transformation, my weaknesses. I don't know if a weapon MADE of gold needs to be used to kill me or I need to swallow wolfsbane or what. But I've tried normal razor blades, a jump into traffic and finally a noose. All that achieved was a dirty bathtub, bumps and bruises(which lasted for all of five minutes)and a sore neck. Then I had to get back down again.
I woke up on a rooftop, naked and alone. From where I was, I could hear the sirens, see the red and blue flashing lights. It was night still, but was it the SAME night? Then I saw them. Papers. Lots of them, warning me of the Carrion Eaters, saying a lone wolf dies. I didn't know what to make of them, but some pants were left there for me as well, so I was grateful to the creeps for doing it.
I still had my coin, so I let it spin. I needed to find Robin, she had run off, I needed to explain, had to make sure she was okay. Turns out I made a terrible mistake. I saw her. I recognized the street. I took off.
When I arrived, Robin was standing there. She looked upset. Angry. But also determined. She had a scent of excitement, a nervousness to her eyes, but also one of the oddest things I've ever smelled. It was a mix of things. Robins hair, but intensified. Allison's perfume. Mint. Fresh blood. Steak. And a mix of thousands of other things all in one, it was so odd. I tried to ask Robin how she was, apologize for scaring her with my monster form. She simply reached into a bag she carried with her and blew dust into my face. The smells intensified and then they stopped. All of them. I could barely smell anything. I asked Robin what had happened. My connection to the moon was gone. I couldn't see in the dark, couldn't smell someone on the other side of town, couldn't believe that I couldn't hear the police across town. I asked her what she had done and she simply backed away. Suddenly, a door appeared from nowhere and Vincent was just THERE. He grabbed her and pulled her through and they were gone, leaving me alone. And I began to feel my heart pound, realizing how cold it was out. How lonely. Lone wolves die. But i wasn't a wolf anymore. I wasn't anything. And if I died again, it would be for good.
I woke up on a rooftop, naked and alone. From where I was, I could hear the sirens, see the red and blue flashing lights. It was night still, but was it the SAME night? Then I saw them. Papers. Lots of them, warning me of the Carrion Eaters, saying a lone wolf dies. I didn't know what to make of them, but some pants were left there for me as well, so I was grateful to the creeps for doing it.
I still had my coin, so I let it spin. I needed to find Robin, she had run off, I needed to explain, had to make sure she was okay. Turns out I made a terrible mistake. I saw her. I recognized the street. I took off.
When I arrived, Robin was standing there. She looked upset. Angry. But also determined. She had a scent of excitement, a nervousness to her eyes, but also one of the oddest things I've ever smelled. It was a mix of things. Robins hair, but intensified. Allison's perfume. Mint. Fresh blood. Steak. And a mix of thousands of other things all in one, it was so odd. I tried to ask Robin how she was, apologize for scaring her with my monster form. She simply reached into a bag she carried with her and blew dust into my face. The smells intensified and then they stopped. All of them. I could barely smell anything. I asked Robin what had happened. My connection to the moon was gone. I couldn't see in the dark, couldn't smell someone on the other side of town, couldn't believe that I couldn't hear the police across town. I asked her what she had done and she simply backed away. Suddenly, a door appeared from nowhere and Vincent was just THERE. He grabbed her and pulled her through and they were gone, leaving me alone. And I began to feel my heart pound, realizing how cold it was out. How lonely. Lone wolves die. But i wasn't a wolf anymore. I wasn't anything. And if I died again, it would be for good.
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