Post by silent.lullaby on Jul 29, 2010 15:34:37 GMT -5
Dusk .::Chapter 19::. Shift
“How was work darling?” Olivia asked, as she tossed some of her long golden hair back, it fell in waves and danced in the light breeze as she stood outside their home on the beach front. Her eyes were bright green, her smile warm and welcoming and yet Calum’s stomach clenched, not like it had so many years ago with lust or love, but rather with a sick feeling.
She walked up to him, he was every man’s wet dream, legs that went on for miles, slender where she should be, and curves in all the right places. Her colourful dress was in a deep v, and stopped just above her knees giving a glorious view of her calves, she was like a goddess. As she pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around her neck and looking up, Calum had to force himself to wrap his arms around her waist.
“Fine,” he responded finally. “It was fine.”
Olivia studied him, “now, now Cal, I know you’re pouty face, what is it?”
“It is nothing,” he insisted grabbing her arms and pulling them from his neck. “Really.” He grabbed his briefcase from the car and walked toward the home. He could hear the clacking of her heels as she came speed walking up to him. “Olivia...”
She grabbed his arm and twirled him around pushing him against the door to their quaint beach house. She pressed her lips to his, her body. When he didn’t respond she drew away. “What is going on Calum? It’s been years, like this.” Then screamed, “years!”
“Oliv-“
She put her hand over his mouth angrily, “I wasn’t finished!” She put her hands at her side, both balled up into fists. “Years you’ve been passing me off, pulling away from me. Is it your work? Your training to be an elder? I understand darling, I do, but you need to start thinking about us. More about us than... being an elder. I want children Calum. I agreed to wait till you finished your apprenticeship, what’s a few lives when we’ll have forever, but Calum, I’ve waited two hundred years. Two hundred! And you ignore me, and ignore me.”
Calum grabbed her arm and pulled her inside the house, the neighbours were beginning to watch them. “Olivia....” he hadn’t thought about what to say. What was there to say? What should be said? Should anything be said?
“I love you Calum,” Olivia said, barely more than a whisper, but she knew he’d hear it.
And unable to bare the tears that were welling in his beautiful wife’s eyes he whispered, “and I you.”
***
Hunger.
So hungry.
Pain.
Unbearable pain.
Heartbeats.
So close.
Blood.
Sloshing, pumping.
Hunger.
So hungry.
***
“Harmy!” Hayden couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched blood begin to pool from his sister’s leg. There was no marks on her pants, nothing had cut her and yet when he cut the jean leg to get a better look at what the heck was happening, he seen her leg cut open. He bent over and put his hand into the bowl of bloody water pulling out a rag and wiping around the wound. For a second, before blood pooled once more he seen the indents of the weapon. “Teeth?” he looked from the wound to his sister, pale, and ill looking, sweating, and crying he applied pressure to her wounded leg and she screamed out. “It’s going to be okay Harmony,” he said his voice rough and worried.
“Hurts,” she whispered, like it was all she could manage.
“I’m doing everything I can,” Hayden insisted, gritting his teeth, why had father left them? Where was their mother? The thoughts fell away when Harmony let out a sharp yelp, and when he looked to her face he noticed the far off, distanced look was gone.
“Hay...den?”
“Yeah, I’m here Harmony.”
“I’m bleeding,” her hand drew away from her injured shoulder, sticky red blood on her fingers.
“I’m aware, but I don’t know how you got hurt.”
“I’m not so sure about that either,” she whispered. “I need to heal.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Help me?” Her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Always,” he replied, the twins matching eyes locking for a second. Before Hayden grabbed the scissors, “sorry about this,” he said as he cut her jeans and underwear off before cutting her shirt, “I know this was one of your favourites.”
“All bloody now anyways,” she whispered weakly.
Clothing constricts the shift, (though not impossible, very difficult for a injured werewolf in human form) and they could only heal in their wolf form. It wasn’t odd, or even embarrassing to see his sister naked, or any other of the wolves in the pack. It was natural to their kind. He helped Harmony sit up and unclipped her bra, “well one item of clothing made it out of the massacre.” He dropped it before helping her back into a laying position.
“‘Ayden?”
“Yeah?”
“Shift with me?” she asked. “I don’t think I can on my own.”
“Yeah, kay.” he responded shortly. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor before sitting beside his sister on the couch and looking her in the eyes. “You’ll be okay Harmony.” he said soothingly, “you’ll be okay.”
Harmony started to scream out as Hayden forced her to shift with the eye contact. As much as she might have wanted to close her eyes, she couldn’t, physically couldn’t. As long as Hayden maintained the eye contact, she had no choice but to keep looking into his eyes, and had no choice but to shift with him.
He could feel his fingers shortening, his spine rearranging, legs shortening, jaw protruding, ears shifting, the hair on his head became shorter as hair begun to grow everywhere on their bodies, facial bones continued to reconstruct themselves till the shift was complete. It felt like minutes, but only took about thirty seconds even with helping his sister along.
Hayden sat in wolf form on the couch, while Harmony laid on her back before twisting onto her uninjured side. Licking his sister’s wounds he kept his ears outside, the wind was picking up, bringing scents of more blood, his mother’s blood through the open window. He turned his head towards it and his duplicate (in wolf form there was only sex to be able to tell the twins apart) seemed to smell the same thing. She whimpered and he nipped her ear, “dad will take care of her” he said into her mind. “Just heal Harmy.”
She gave a weak nod, but Hayden could tell the wounds were already beginning to close. He trotted away from his sister and too the back sliding door in which their father had rushed out of. He howled loudly and sat waiting, finally, a howl back, one he easily recognized as his father. Letting out a doggy sigh, he trotted back to his sister, sitting on the floor beside the couch and waited while watching over her.