Wolfblood, .Chapter.Five.

by dragonwriter (S.E. Roberts) in Wolf's mind, making him wonder who Eclipse is, and in Zarlac's mind, making him wonder who Wolf is

August 14th, 2010

A/N: this chapter is sort of... interesting.... well just remember: don't start hating Drake, because he isn't' the bad guy. got it? :)

 

 

.Chapter.Five.

“What! What did he say!” Abby slid excitedly in the seat next to Jenny, anxious to read the text that Drake had sent to Jenny.

Drake was Abby’s boyfriend. Why was he texting Jenny?

Jenny was staring at the screen of her phone.

“Jen-- do you want to come with me and Abby and a few other boys to bowling day after tomorrow? Id’ be great if you came. Abbs would be lonely without you.”

Abby read the text out loud.

Jenny turned to Abby, her eyes bright with excitement. She squealed.

“Abby! DRAKE! DRAKE invited me! On his own!”

Abby stared at Jenny with new eyes.

“What happened to Andrew Green? Didn’t you like him?” Abby hated the fact that Jenny had a crush on her boyfriend. Hated the fact. Anger suddenly began to burn in her.

Jenny yelped again. “Well, Andrew’s OK... But DRAKE. He’s a completely different story.”

Abby stared at her sensitively. “He’s my boyfriend, Jenny.”

It was Jenny's turn to stare at Abby. “...Really...? Oh....”

Jenny suddenly lost all of her excitement, and turned to stare, embarrassed, at her feet.

Abby tried to force the anger back. Jenny wanted Abby’s boyfriend. Drake. That beautiful, brown haired Drake. Now there was a chance that he was being stolen by Jenny.

Abby swallowed. Calm down. She didn’t know he was your boyfriend. But still... Why did Drake text her in the first place? Aug.

The thought of Drake liking Jenny instead of Abby made Abbs sick.

She turned to look out the window, watching the trees fly by.

At that moment, Abby wished for one thing, and only one thing: For someone, who was all hers. Someone who no one else could steal, someone who could not ever be taken from her. Someone hers.

Abby’s protective thoughts towards Drake were completely changed the next day at the bowling alley.

It happened like this.

“Abby!”

Drake yelled. Abby was more then a little bit surprised when he hastily dropped his bowling ball and sprinted towards her. Abby had just walked in the door, carrying her personalized bowling ball and stylish pink bowling shoes.

Drake had, apparently, been sitting there, waiting anxiously waiting for her.

Now, he came sprinting as if he hadn’t been so glad to see someone in his entire life.

Abby squealed when he bolted to her and scooped her up, carrying her like a baby.

Almost everyone in the bowling hut turned to stare at whoever had yelled ‘Abby’.

She couldn’t help but feel proud; Drake, the most amazing guy she had ever met, was carrying her like a baby in a public place, while everyone was watching.

Even Jenny, who was staring jealously at her and Drake.

No way does Drake like Jenny. He likes me. No way will he ever fall for Jenny as long as I’m here.  .... right?

It was 11:30 p.m. At night, they lit the bowling alley up with black lights, so it created a wild, glowing world of bright strange lights.

Abby giggled as, once back to their specific bowling alley, Drake stopped dead, bent down, and then threw her into the air, catching her safely back in her arms. Then he flipped her onto her feet.

Drake snatching up a bowling ball and bolted to the alley, swung the ball, and then thew it down the glossy lane, sending it spinning into a forest of white bowling pins. A strike! On his first try! A strike is ten--all--- of the pins down in one turn. The point of the game is to knock them over. Already, Drake was pwning.

Abby cheered wildly.

She was aware of one of Drake’s friends checking her out from the back.

“Yeeeeeah!” Josh, Drake’s best friend, yelled.

There was Josh, Drake, Alec, Andrew Green, and Trevor. And Jenny.

Jenny advanced quietly up to Abby. Abby could tell by the way Jenny was suddenly very quiet that she was madly jealous of Drake and her.

“Abby. Seriously. I know Drake’s your boyfriend and all... but could at least try not to make me jealous?” She said, referring to that moment when Drake scooped her up and tossed her into the air.

Abby stared at her like she was crazy.

“What?! What are you talking about? First of all, he’s mine, and I can do whatever I want with him. You’re just going to have to deal with it. Second of all, I was not the one who scooped me up and tossed me into the air. If you’ve got a problem, then talk to Drake.”

Apparently, Jenny was very hurt at this. She stared at Abby for a half a second, and then wouldn’t talk to her for the rest of the day.

Abby collapsed, exhausted, on the bowling alley seat.

She grinned when Drake came up, plopped down next to her, and jabbed her in the ribs.

“Eh. You had fun?” He asked.

“Heck yeeeah. You?”

“Ya! What was your score?”

“Ninety eight. Yours?”

“A hundred and fifty-three.”

“Oh wow.”

Drake grinned at Abby’s exclamation.

“Drake, Andrew, my mom’s here to pick me up. Catch you later.”

Abby looked up as Jenny, without a word of goodbye to Abby, stood and walked out the door to the white SUV that was her mom’s car. Abby watched the SUV leave with a slightly sad feeling in her heart. She had blew up on her best friend. Over Drake.

But Drake was worth it.

He lifted up his legs and put them on her lap.

She reached out and untied his shoelaces.

“Hey!” He said, laughing.

Josh, Alec, Andrew, and Trevor, all in a little gang, approached, panting of exhaustion.

There was a silence for a while, only the panting of teens to break the silence.

The next words, coming from Drake, almost literally knocked the breath out of her.

“Hey, what do you say, we go have a smoke?”

Taking it for (and hoping with all her heart that is was) a joke, Abby laughed. “Yeah, right.”

Drake gazed at her, and her heart flipped. “You want a smoke, Abby? I got plenty.”

Abby stared at him, her eyes wide. She was only dimly aware of the boys around her heartily agreeing to the idea of ‘going out for a smoke’.

“Are you serious?! Are you mad, Drake? It’s illegal!”

One brown eyebrow raised on Drake’s forehead.

“Since when has that ever stopped me? C’mon, Abby, have a sniff with us.”

“No! Drake-- you’re mad!”

She saw Drake’s back stiffen.

“Oh. I didn’t realize you were one of them.”

Of of ‘them’? What did that mean? A non-druggy, Abby guessed.

Drake pinned her down physically with his legs which were on her lap and mentally with his sharp blue eyes.

“Abby! I promise you won’t regret it. It’s really wonderful. It shouldn’t be illegal, Abbs. Please?”

“Well it is illegal! Drake! Let me up!”

Abby tore her gaze from his eyes and struggled underneath the weight of his legs.

She could hardly believe how easily he pinned her down--- how strong he was. It was sickening.

Abby noticed something. How empty the bowling alley was. No one else was in the bowling alley, except for the bar attendant, who was too drunk to notice anything.

She suddenly realized how dangerous it was: Five strong boys, in a dark, deserted alley. And one little girl. Abby was that one little girl.

“Drake! Let me up!” Abby’s voice was quavering, hinting that she was about to break into tears.

But Drake wasn’t going to let her go now--- now that she knew they were illegally smoking crack.

“Drake!” Abby sobbed.

Drake lifted his legs.

But before Abby could twitch, he was in a different position: hands firmly on her shoulders.

It was like iron, his grasp. His fingers were digging into her shoulders so hard that it brought even more tears to her eyes.

Drake leaned over her.

“I’m not sure what to do with you now, Abby.” He said softly. At first she thought it was menacingly, but she suddenly realized that it was more just soft and regretful.

He was leaning so far over her now that almost all his weight was in his hands, crushing her up against the back of the seat.

His eyes burned into hers.

“Drake! Please! Let me go!”

Drake was utterly and completely impenetrable.

Tears were pouring down Abby’s face, and she was violently struggling. She never guessed that Drake’s average sized hands and body could be so powerful. He was like a rock, a metal wall. Completely and utterly unmovable.

Drake’s eyes were narrowed.

Abby was almost screaming now.

The sobs were catching in her throat, screaming about how terrified she was.

Suddenly, Drake’s eyes softened.

His grasp eased.

Instantly, gasping for air through a swollen throat, Abby bolted to her feet, stumbling and shuddering.

There was only one thought-- to get away from Drake.

His band of guys lurched for her, ready to grab her and force her back into Drake’s impenetrable grasp.... but Abby knew Drake didn’t let go of her accidently.

She was the soft spot in him.

Abby was dimly aware of Drake holding up his hand, steadying his riled up gang, and muttering, “let her go...”

She started running. Running, away from this horrible place.

The last words she heard from Drake were those of a desperate plea.

“Please, Abby! Don’t tell them. Don’t tell them about the crack...”

She ran. She ran like she never had before.

She ran. Into the night. Towards her house.

She didn’t care. She just... ran.

Maxwell-- Wolf gritted his teeth in frustration.

Suddenly, the frustration overtook him. He threw down his pencil, making a large clatter on the desk in front of him. He straighten his back and then relaxed against the back of the chair, a relief from the bent-over-the-paper position he had been in.

It was the next day, and his grades had dropped to D’s and Fails.

So, every day, he had to stay for after-school tutoring. Almost every subject in school involved words. Math was okay, considering numbers weren’t alive like the words were, but it still involved written words. Because of all those words, stuffed violently into books, Wolf could not focus. He could not force the words to cooperate, he just could not.

It was more that he would not rather then could not. They had every reason to scream out to him. He could save them. But he didn’t. So the least he could do was at least try not to put them through pain-- at least try not to read them.

And that resulted in after-school tutoring almost every day.

The tutor glanced impatiently up from her work.

Her name was Ms. Mccoy. There was a reason that she was a Ms. and not a Mrs.-- she was most likely one of the most bad-tempered ladies Wolf had ever met. It wasn’t that she was particularly ugly-- the old, plump woman was in fact almost loveable looking, with a large, bouncy belly and on the more chubby side--- it was her temperament. She was nasty, sensitive, and easily angered.

“Wolf! What is wrong with you! Golly. You don’t look like an idiot, but I guess Mrs. Thomas had every reason to sent you to me.”

Even the teachers had caught on to the new nickname which was now rapidly spreading around the school. If the popular Abby was involved, then it wouldn’t be long before it was through the whole school, even to the teachers.

Wolf glared menacingly at Ms. Mccoy.

She stopped mid-sentence, staring at him out of the corner of her eye.

Truth was, he looked like a wolf about to bite. What she could see of his fiery green eyes were filled with a glare made of so much hatred and disgust that it sent a slight chill down her spine. At least he wasn’t growling. Now that would have been really freaky.

It was freakish, how much he looked like a wolf. He didn’t even have any traits of a wolf, really. It was just the way he carried himself, his air. His canine features were defined when he clenched his jaw. Like he was right now, clenching his jaw in anger.

“Wolf.” She said more calmly, as if that death-wish glare had disciplined her slightly.

“You have to at least try. You know how to write. You know how to get good grades, I just don’t think you understand that that’s how to do it. You see what I mean? Something’s stopping you from helping yourself achieve good grades, and it’s my job to find that problem and destroy it.”

You idiot. It’s not me that’s the problem, it’s you. You can’t see what I can see. And you won’t even try. You won’t. Even if I told you to try to open your eyes to them.

Wolf glanced down at the page in front of him. Silently, in his mind, he read began to read the script. Instantly, the words changed in front of his eyes.

Wolf. That’s what they call you. We don’t know who you are, because you won’t tell us, but we detect something about your body that gives us more information.

Information that may set us free.

Wolf’s eyes narrowed.

It’s your blood, Wolf. There is something about the molecular structure of your blood cells that is different. Different.

Your cells are shaped differently from the others. The build of them is the key to our freedom, Wolf.

You see, it’s the ink that imprisons us. The ink imprisons us into the paper. The structure of your blood cells is built in such a way that it actually dissolves ink- cancels it out. We don’t know how or why, but your blood can set us free.

Wolf’s eyes narrowed even more. He glanced up impatiently as Ms. Mccoy stood up and stomped angrily over to him.

She smacked her finger down on the page. The words in Wolf’s eyes recoiled from her finger to show the words that everyone else saw--- not the words that Wolf saw.

“Look! Right there! Can’t you read? Read that.”

Wolf let the breath hiss out of his teeth so that Ms. Mccoy could hear it.

An angry gothic boy who looked like a wolf. Ms. Mccoy froze for a half an instant, but then shrugged it off.

“Read.”

“C.S. Lewis... was... know---known to... his---.... friends as. ---- as... Jack.”

Wolf glared at Ms. Mccoy.

“Happy?” He spat, his cocky words filled with rebellion. Ms. Mccoy glared right back at him, but her glare couldn’t match his, not in a million years. Wolf didn’t even try to hide his devilish grin. She reminded him of an angry fat goat. She knew how pathetic her glare was compared to his, and she let out an angry sigh. Unintentionally, she glanced down at his mouth, and was slitly surprised to find that his fangs were white, long, and pointed. Like a wolf’s.

She threw her hand up in the air and then let them drop onto her thighs, a gesture of giving up.

She stormed back to her desk.

They were in an empty classroom, with the abandon desks all lined up, only one of them filled with the wolfish gothic boy.

Then Wolf remembered. He crouched over his desk, pretending to work.

The second Ms. Mccoy got back to her work at the front desk, Wolf got to work on his pencil.

He pulled out the eraser, revealing the metal stub at the end of the pencil. Silently, he worked his pale fingers around the end of the pencil, bending the metal piece into a sharp point. Then, carefully, he pressed the point into his fingertip until a small bead of crimson blood emerged, staining his skin.

Wolf didn’t feel the pain. He was almost numb to pain.

It was because he had felt it so many times before that he became accustom to it. Why did he feel pain so often? Because of his father.

Instantly, Wolf clenched his fists, forcing back the thought of his father. The sneaking tendrils of dark thought wrapping around his mind gradually faded.

Unclenching his fists, Wolf inspected the jewel of blood on his fingertip.

Blood was beautiful, in a way. A sort of deep, mysterious beautiful. That certain tone of red, that transparent and yet dark tone of red could not be found in anywhere but blood.

That, and the notion that this specific blood was molecularly built different then others made that tiny drop of blood look beautiful---- darkly and mysteriously beautiful.

Wolf glanced down at the traversing words on the page.

They waited patiently while Wolf, his eyes narrowed, gently pressed his bloody fingertip against the page.

Right there in front of him, the ink just... vanished. was gone. And the red of the blood was gone, too. They cancel out each other, ink and my blood, Wolf remembered.

So that must mean that they vanish. What do they become? Oxygen, I suppose. Ink and my blood combines creates oxygen. Strange.

But something came with the oxygen that rose off of the paper. Something. Wolf could not describe it.

A sixth sense was picking up something else, following the oxygen up. A tiny, strange being, colorless and flat. So flat that it was two-dimensional.

A word.

Suddenly, Wolf realized something. A word wasn’t, in fact, letters at all. It was something completely different. It was a tiny creature. A tiny, creature with a mind that held information that was captured by humans and put into a prison made of paper. The paper was the prison, the ink was the door. And Wolf’s blood was the key to the door, the key that opened the door and set the tiny two-dimensional creature free.

He had a solution to the problem now. All he had to do now was put it to use.

Abby winced.

“Abbs, talk to me.”

It was the next day, after Wolf’s discovery. It was in Language arts, and Jenny was prying.

Abby cast an uncomfortably at the dark wolfish boy next to her. His elbow was balanced on the desktop, his head propped in his hand, like usual. He was staring at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world--- which, compared to the boring lesson the Mrs. Thomas was lecturing, it probably was. Abby glanced geekishly up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what was so interesting about it. Then she realized that Wolf wasn’t, in fact, actually looking at the ceiling; what she could see of his emerald eyes were unfocussed and still. He was lost in thought. Lost in the endless corridors of his own mind, thinking thoughts that only he could hear. Her conscience told her that even if she could hear his thoughts, she would be baffled and confused by them.

She suddenly felt very small. She was popular and beautiful in a bright sunny way--- that in itself should put her above him. But somehow, he was so far above her by doing nothing. He was better then her by being silent. Abby suddenly realized that the only reason she was popular at all was because people were jealous of her and wanted to be like her. Were always fighting to get a conversation with her just to show off to their friends.

But Wolf... he didn’t care. He was always lost in his own mind, in his own thoughts, in a different world. The mind behind those thick black bangs and emerald eyes was complicated and intricate. So intricate, in fact, that it resulted in Wolf losing himself inside of his mind. He seemed to be always unaware of the world around him, and yet so aware it was strange. It made him higher then her, in Abby’s mind; if he had the ability to lose himself inside of his mind and still be aware of the world around him, then he had to be pretty talented.

It was always a battle of wills for Abby. Always. But she didn’t mind Wolf. It didn’t matter who was greatest when it came to Wolf.

Abby was jolted out of her thoughts by Jenny’s sharp voice.

“Abby! Tell me what happened night before last! You are so... quiet!”

Abby glanced around her, trying to avoid looking at Wolf; she herself got lost in thought when she looked at him.

“Shhh, we’ll get in trouble for talking in class,” She shushed Jenny.

“Don’t change the subject. What happened? Did you kiss Drake or something and are all shy about it? What! Tell me what happened at the bowling alley!”

Abby turned and faced Jenny physically, and mentally faced her fears.

“Jenny. I don’t want to talk about it.” She said officially, and turned back to facing Mrs. Thomas.

Wolf was studying the ceiling, but he was aware of Abby next to him. He glanced at her just as she ended her conversation with Jenny with a few sharp words.

She looked, honestly, like she was about to die. She was rigid and stiff, her fingers gripping the desk in front of her.

Jenny kept prodding Abby, jabbing her finger into her ribs. It annoyed Wolf how Jenny did that. Why couldn’t she see how uncomfortable Abby was? What was wrong with her?

Wolf could see what others couldn’t. That meant he could also understand moods of others better, and notice little details better. And he defiantly did notice the little details about Abby. The little details about her mood, everything in the way she sat.

Usually, she was nonchalant and casual, slouched back in her chair in a happy-go-lucky way. But today she was the complete opposite.

“Abby! Tell me!”

Language arts had ended. Abby could not get Jenny off of her tail. She followed her everywhere, trying to pry an answer from Abby.

Abby kicked at the marble floor of the school hallway in frustration.

“Jenny, leave me alone. I have to get to choir.”

Jenny snorted. “Okay. I will once you tell me what happened at the bowling alley the day before yesterday.”

Abby glanced impatiently at Jenny.

“Jenny! Get off my back!” She hissed. Jenny shrugged innocently.

“Tell me, and I will.”

Abby sighed. Ever so slowly, she ebbed to a stop. Maybe it was better to tell the world about Drake’s addiction to crack. She turned to face Jenny. Jenny squealed in excitement-- she thought Abby was about to let her in on Abby’s secret love life.

“Look...” Abby said quietly. “Look, Jenny. Drake.... he...” Just then, her eyes happened to flash past Jenny’s shoulder.

There was Drake. Walking past. His eyes were wide, and he was staring straight at Abby with a wildly frantic look in his eyes that clearly read, “Please, Abby! I let you go, I didn’t do anything to you! Please don’t tell her!”

Abby faltered. Jenny followed her gaze. Instantly, Drake’s head snapped foreword.

“I... Look, Jenny. We broke up. You can have him now.”

For a moment, Jenny just stared at Abby, like she hadn’t quite taken in what Abby just said yet. Then, apparently completely missing the note of sadness in Abby’s voice, she squealed like a little girl and jumped up and down.

Then, forgetting her books on the marble hallway floor, she bolted after Drake like a mad dog.

She skidded slower to Drake’s pace and started flirting. Drake glanced at her, squinted at her, and then his eyes widened. Abby watched him look over his shoulder at her with wide eyes.

After class, just as Abby was stepping out of the door, a hand clamped firmly over her arm. She looked up to see Drake, his brown hair ruffled.

His eyes were still wide, like they had been wide the entire time since when she saw him in the hallway a class ago.

“Abby...?”

Abby looked at him for a half a second. Then she glanced away.

“Drake. If you have an addictive problem, then it’s none of my business. If you have any problem, for that matter, then it’s none of my business.” Abby glanced back up at him.

“But if you want me to be yours when you have a problem like that, then...”

Abby trailed off, now avoiding his gaze again. His eyes grew even wider.

“So... this is it then?”

Abby swallowed.

“Were done? Through?” She could hardly bear the silent sadness in his voice.

“I’m sorry, Drake.”

Abby, forcing herself not to think about what she just did-- dumped the best date in the world-- took off down the hall to her next class, her feet speeding along as if she could run away from all her problems.

Wolf’s emerald eyes narrowed as his feet silently carried him over the marble tile. He had seen everything-- everything from Jenny’s annoying persistence, to Abby’s unnatural discomfort, to the dumping of Drake.

Every little bit of it, aside from the bowling alley itself. Even the part that slipped out of Abby’s mouth just a little too loudly: “If you have an addictive problem...”

Wolf didn’t care one bit about Drake or his problems. But if it involved Abby, then...

Wolf gave an inward shake. He was allowing himself to be messed with by her. There was just something about her that jabbed at him. Wouldn’t let him forget... he could feel that tiny, uncomfortable jab growing, growing into a giant void, sucking him in and taking his mind over. It was almost disgusting, the way she captivated him. It made him sick. He had a life, and he didn’t want it to be taken over by some random girl.

After all, look what happened to Drake. Drake was a nice kid, one of the best. And yet, she still dumped him. If she was like that, so easy to dump someone...

It was as if there were to different consciences in Wolf’s mind-- one battling to lose himself with Abby, the other yanking him back to safety. It was like an angel sitting on one of his shoulders and a devil on the other, each whispering to him what he should do, but both disagreeing--- the only problem was tat Wolf wasn’t sure which side of him was the angel and which was the devil.

One little thought, in favor of the wild side of Wolf whispered something to him.

But Drake had an addictive problem. That was why Abby dumped him. She didn’t just dump him for a better guy.

She dumped him for a horrible dark secret about Drake.

A deep shudder enveloped Wolf in the instant that thought crossed his mind. A horrible, dark secret... a secret... that could take over.

But this time, it wasn’t about Drake. It was about Wolf. Frantically, Wolf tried not to think about it. Forget it, let it go. It will take over you if you let yourself think about it. Think about your horrible, dark secret...

Murky, black tendrils of horrible thought began to creep over Wolf’s mind. Thoughts, mostly consisting of his father.

That secret... that secret could take over Wolf. Turn him into a monster. It was coming... Wolf could feel it.

Suddenly, the angel and the devil were both pushed to one side of Wolf’s shoulder. And on the other shoulder was a dark, horrible black hole....

“Dude. Are you okay?”

Wolf jolted out of his thoughts. He ad gotten so lost in thought that it completely enveloped him, blocked his vision off. Dulled his senses. But now, his senses jolted back, sharp and clear.

Sharper and clearer then most people’s. But Wolf ignored that thought.

He blinked at Abby, who apparently had been trying to get his attention.

He blinked again.

“Hey... what class do you have next?”

She paused, looked at him for a moment. “Can I walk with you?”

Wolf didn’t answer. He wouldn’t have answered anyway... but a simple, uncomplicated thought had entered his mind that distracted him.

Abby had rescued him from a horrible memory that was starting to take over his mind. It was like the presence of the gorgeous girl next to him scared the dark, horrible thought away.

 

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