Rabid

Sara Watson// 26// werewolf. Part of the De Balzaque pack, not that I want to be.

[wolfgirl-sara]

Run // self-para

Sara looked at the piece of paper and pen with a blank face, like student not sure what to write on his test. Her apartment was even more bare than usual. The sheets were stripped off her bed, the fridge was empty, and most notably Lemon wasn’t running about. She’d dropped the pup off at her brother’s place earlier today, much to the joy of Joey and Mary. As the kids pet and cooed with the old dog Michael went into full big brother mode. “Are you sure about this?”

“It’s not forever,” she told him, her hands buried in her jean pockets.

“Then how long is it?” Sara never replied.

Back in her apartment and back with the paper she decided to just write. What’s the worse that could happen? Someone reads it and then.... waits for her? Yeah. That would actually be nice. To come back and find someone waiting for her.

To whomever is reading this,

I need to get away. It’s not you (I don’t even know who you are) it’s everything. I loved a man but maybe he’s not who I think he is. I had a family but I don’t know if they can deal with me anymore. I had a friend but now we can’t even be friends anymore. So I’m leaving. Just till I figure this out. Figure out me I guess. This is already sappy and I hate it but I love you guys, all of you. That’s why I have to leave. I have to figure out what that word even means anymore. Cause I guess it’s not the same for humans as it is with witches or vampires or wolves. If you really need me I’ll be in the woods. That’s the best directions I can give you.

Don’t be mad. I’ll be back. If not for you guys then for Lemon and my job but I will be back.

-Sara Charity Watson

It felt weird to write her full name but it was always something she hid. She told herself was a more concrete apology, like “sorry I’m leaving all of the sudden but here’s something really embarrassing you can hold against me till I die.” That’s what it was.

Standing in the doorway she looked over her apartment one last time. She put a glass over the note so it would be the first thing someone noticed when they entered the apartment. There wasn’t much else to look at. She closed the door not bothering to lock it. Even if anyone other than her friends broke in, all they could take was the couch and the mattress. And she doubted anyone would steal both- just so long as she had a place to sleep she would be fine. 

She didn’t even wait to go to the forest. As soon as she was out back, hidden behind her apartment she just changed and ran off. Not caring about her clothes or anything else left behind. Today she was a wolf. Tomorrow she would be a wolf. Until she couldn’t stand it anymore she would be a wolf.

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Spotted (Sara and Vinny)

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Vinny thought over her suggestion, wiping his mouth in embarrassment. He wondered if he’d ever stop feeling this way after a feeding. “The wound’ll heal up by morning….” He muttered not meeting the woman’s eyes, a wolf if he were to guess at how she was glaring daggers at him. “Besides if I do that she’ll be confused come morning….its best to just let her sleep.” And he had done his best with her. Lying her on her side with a blanket. 

[wolfgirl-sara]

Sara cocked a brow, “and she won’t find it odd when there’s cuts on her neck.” Unprompted she walked into the apartment, opening up the girl’s kitchen cabinets. “She’s gotta have band-aids somewhere,” she muttered to herself. Sara looked over her shoulder. “You can leave if you want,” there was an icy tone to her words. Just leave and fix nothing like every other vampire. No, no she was trying not to think like that anymore but God did they all make it so easy. Just making a mess and leaving someone else to clean it up, usually their victim. 

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Faint at first sight, Lux and Sara.

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Lux nodded as the girl spoke, keeping quiet and giving Sara a chance to explain what had happened to her that night. Or day. Making a mental note of vampires and to steer clear of them. Hearing Sara’s story almost made her feel a sense of sadness. This werewolf fate was somewhat thrust upon the poor girl, without choice or consent. Lux could understand wanting the bite or whatever, but given no choice in the matter was probably sickening.

She was glad that Sara was taking a lightness to their conversation. It couldn’t be easy to just explain your oddities to someone who couldn’t possibly understand the burden, but she could tell that Sara was now someone that could hold her own, as unexpected as she looked. “Better to turn back naked with a set of nice clothes by your side, then you to carry around some rags, I get it.” For a moment, she pictured a wolf wearing a cute outfit, and couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.

“What other ways?” She asked, her eyebrow quirking in curiosity. “Like, when your blood pressure rises too high or something?” She couldn’t help her fascination with the entire situation. Everything she had learned of Sara and her kind only had a stem of truth to it, and Lux was excited to learn more about her, and how it all worked.

Her smile grew bigger as Sara spoke of her pack. An unlikely bunch, probably. “How many of you are there? In the pack, at least.” She wasn’t demanding names, in case they were her friends, but she knew little next to nothing about how many wolves could be in a pack. Was it endless? Was there a cut off? “How does someone become the alpha? Some kind of ranking? Like, a baseball team or something?” She smiled, cracking another joke. “I’m sorry, it’s just so cool to me. Like, a big group of friends,” Something Lux never really had. “but you all have these skills and abilities. Does everyone have their own kinda special gift or something’?”

[wolfgirl-sara]

Sara scoffed. “Not even rags just shreds of cloth, you have no idea how many shirts I destroyed in my early days. My pup days?” Butch already called her a pup, even if she’d been a wolf for a year. But the children were also called pups. She made a mental note to confront Butch about that. She pursed her lips, thinking over Lux’s question. “It’s like... you’re emotions just change when you’re a wolf.”

She rocked back on her heals as the thoughts formed in her head. She wasn’t the best wolf, more of a wolf person in the same way that some people were dog people. She liked her wolf brothers and sisters and she liked being a wolf- even if she was sorta shit at it. Lux had come across maybe the worst wolf for all this yet fate was fate or whatever. “When you get angry,” she started up again, “sometimes the wolf comes out- or when you’re scared. Especially when you’re scared.” Her mind flashed to a shocked Christopher, finding his lover was now a black wolf bearing its teeth at him.

“Also it just has to happen. Remember the storm? When everyone was either freezing or in a shelter or both?” she offered. “Well being locked up like that and not allowed to really move around even as a human makes you antsy. And when your antsy you want to change. I guess it’s a control thing? Like controlling the situation by controlling when you change.” She raised her eyebrows, impressed with herself, “yeah that makes a lot of sense,” she thought aloud.

“Oh a lot of us,” Sara explained. “A lot of kids. My pack is more wild than most. I don’t think there is much of a difference between my pack and an actual pack of wolves. I’ve never gotten the alpha thing,” she admitted. “I guess it’s just whoever is stronger, like with most animals. Yet that doesn’t seem right to me. My brother is much stronger than our alpha but he’s just a beta.” She couldn’t believe she just called Butch her brother. To someone other than Butch, “He’s not really my brother-” she spat out. “My family doesn’t know about any of this he’s just- okay, packs, packs we aren’t friends we’re family. And he especially is my family. He’s saved my ass on more than one occasion.”

Sara cocked her head to the side, “special abilities? We all turn into wolves. That’s it. Some members seem to have a special affinity for being an asshole...” she muttered. “Obviously some wolves are stronger than others. Since I wasn’t born as a wolf I’m weaker than most wolves- not that that ever stops me.”

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Spotted (Sara and Vinny)

It was that time he knew, no two ways around it. From what he could recall the last pint he had was a week ago. If he wanted to retain his sanity he had to deal with it tonight. 

So here he was compelling the poor soul that entered his cab. The girl was already buzzed wasn’t too hard, not like that made it easier. The neighborhood though was a tad rough and it was hardly as late as he would like to do something like this. He could be seen. With a steady hand and strong mind he got her to follow him to her apartment. She took lazy and staggering steps as she leaned on him, all that did was make his hunger more known. All it took was for the door to shut and that mask of humanity fell. 

It repulsed him how good the blood felt to fall down his throat. It would be so easy to not stop he knew, but Vinny always did. She looked paler when he finished, loosing pint of blood would do that. Carefully he set her down on her couch. By morning she’d simply think she’d fallen asleep there.

Vinny excited slowly getting his sense back when  his eyes locked with anothers. Shit, was all he could think, blood still on the edges of his mouth. He hated people seeing him like this. 

[wolfgirl-sara]

Sara thought she’d put all the bad decision making behind her in college. These last few weeks had proven her wrong. First she had agreed to marry Christopher. Something that shouldn’t have been bad but nothing in their relationship could ever be purely good. She’d been shit with Lenora. Apparently being kind and offering the kid some help was less than appreciated. Butch hadn’t been much help on that front, and her announcement of the engagement didn’t. Then there was the fight with Ephram whom she had turned to in times of trouble in the last few months.

Oh, and her fiancée was apparently full on crazy now. Fucking perfect. Next she’ll be kicked out of the pack and Richard will be back in town. With how he week had been going she wouldn’t be surprised.  

And now there was this. Christ could she have picked a worse complex? Bellamy had no trouble getting in, but at least she wandered into Sara’s apartment. This was a whole other thing. Had it been any other day- andy other circumstances she would have transformed and attacked. It was a reflex. Even now the hairs on the back of her neck stood up but she was too God damn tired to do anything.

She looked at the man through the doorway. “You gonna clean her up?” she asked in a dead voice. Her finger pointed to the bite on her neck, “you should put a bandage on it or something. Maybe clean off that gross makeup she has.”

[wolfgirl-sara]

Text:Sara/Christopher (Matthew)

Matthew: You want to die?

Matthew: Because if you want to die, I can just shoot silver in your brain. Less painful and much quicker than Christopher nailing you to the ceiling and leaving you to bleed to death.

Matthew: Come on. Come over. I'll get my revolver ready.

Sara: I want to be with the man I love.

Sara: Go ahead. Do it. You ever kill a friend's lover before? How are you gonna explain that to Christopher when he snaps out of it?

Sara: I promised him I'd be there for him. You're keeping me from him I need to at least SEE him!

[wolfgirl-sara]

Text:Sara/Christopher (Matthew)

Sara: Fucking let me see Christopher.

Sara: I will burn down your club.

Sara: Matthew for the love of God!

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Table Manners || butch-sara

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Butch turned on his seat looking at her, shaking his head. Christopher wasn’t a bad man, but he had a whole theme park of crazy locked up by a thin piece of thread inside his head. Butch knew. He’d seen it. He’d seen Christopher when he first saw his maker when Butch had been forced to collect him, he’d see the before and after of Max’s ‘game’ with him. To Butch, Christopher needed to go into an institution and get his brains fixed for decades because he could even have a relationship. The man could not care for himself, Bellamy cared for him.

“I am, you’re being naive,” he said to her sternly but fully honest, “You do realize the only thing keeping the man going is another woman, right?” He grabbed his beer and took the last sip from it. “He’s broken beyond repair. Even if he told you what Max did to him, you don’t know what he did to him. I saw one evening of it and only parts and trust me it was more than enough for a lifetime.” He sighed, Sara was like a sister to him and last thing he wanted was for her to get up in this madness.

“You’ll be spending your life running after him, picking up the pieces he drops. He looks sane right now, but it won’t last. The tiniest prick will shatter him like crystal.” He turned back toward the table, taking Lenora’s cake and starting to eat it. He made faces, he didn’t really like cake but he was still hungry, “Not to mention you and the one thing holding him up is the one person you hate. You ever thought of that? I mean, love is not holding him up. What’s holding him up is she’ll do anything to hold him up, and he knows she’ll spend eternity doing it. She’ll get tired though, one day she won’t come running when he falls and then God knows if he’ll ever be Christopher again.”

He shook his head slowly again. “I have one brother and I will never be able to speak with him.” There was regret in his tone, some longing. Christopher was Max’s son as much as Butch was. Max had never hidden that from him, though Butch was glad he had different notions of vampire sons and wolf sons. He’d always wanted to know who his brother was and when he met him… he knew he’d never be able to befriend him.

[wolfgirl-sara]

Sara let out a heavy sigh. “Butch, I love him, as stupid and nonsensical as it is I really, truly love him.” She looked up at him, “I know he’s damaged. Really fucking damaged but so am I. Hell so are you.” She pointed at her eye, the one that mirrored his own with a scar. “That thing is proof of that. And your next parental figure well-” Sara pursed her lips. Butch had been so torn up when Max died, even if he was a monster more so than any vampire or wolf. 

“You lost him in a difficult way. I know that doesn’t go away. I know you think about how you could have saved him and how he could still be here today. I do it too,” she admitted, even if Butch wouldn’t understand what she was talking about. She lifted her head up, “I can live with Bellamy. Really I can. I’ll never like her but if she makes Christopher happy well...” her eyes shifted down to her ruined slice of cake. “I’m not going to live forever. Bellamy will be there when I’m gone to pick up the pieces when I’m no longer physically able.”

She looked back at him, a fire in her eyes. “But until I’m in the fucking ground I’m going to help him pick up his shattered life okay? I can’t be scared of him anymore. I can’t be scared of them anymore.” She placed Lenora’s clothes on the table, pushing them towards Butch before standing up from the table. “I want to be with him. Though the good and the bad.” She turned and started to walk away.

“Oh, and I’m sorry you don’t have a brother,” she turned around. “I really am. I wish you two could have a relationship like that- even if it would be weird for me but....” she shrugged. “You’ve still got me. Me and Julian and Dusk- we’re all your family. Not to mention you’ve got Lenora now. You’re a fucking dad Butch.” A little smile came to her face, “like- holy shit. And Christopher would be a shitty brother anyhow. He’s too dramatic.” She gave him one last nod before walking back towards the rides and games.

[wolfgirl-sara]

If your character was any fairytale character, who would they be?

Rose Red: As featured in Fables 

Rose Red is the outspoken and rebellious sister of Snow White. She often sought out adventure and excitement outside of her home. For years she thought her sister, Snow, was dead- until she discovered that she was married and living in a faraway kingdom. She developed a grudge against her sister lasting for centuries. She continued to cause trouble for her sister and became known as a party girl till she took on the responsibility of the Farm. In Grimm’s tale she befriends a kindly bear who later helps her and her sister kill a dwarf who had bothered the girls for several summers.

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Table Manners || butch-sara

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“Little good that did,” he puffed back, grabbing his beer and taking a gulp from it.  Butch scoffed when she mentioned a night light. Sometimes Sara could be dumb as a door knob. As if some little night light would keep demons at bay. “For a smart person you can be really fucking dumb,” he said not caring to pay attention to the rest. 

Lenora rose quick and spat in Sara plate, but not just any spot. She grunted the back of her throat and got the meanest most disgusting spew of mucus out on the slice of cake. Butch turned his head and stared. He couldn’t believe that Sara hadn’t picked up on the fact that Butch had asked his kid to get dessert for herself, but had returned with some for all three of them. She’d obviously blown away her chance with Lenora.

“Nah, I got frogs in my office. She wanted them for pets.” he shook his head. There was no way they could keep 35 frogs in the house, even if it was a mansion. He too was baffled as to where the Hell she’d find them all, “She lived in the woods alone for four years,” he shrugged deciding that was the only explanation. 

“That’s dumb,” Lenora said giving Sara the stink eye. “Stupid 5 year old babies do that. Anybody can do that. It takes art to find enough snails to cover a whole bed.” She pushed off her and Butch’s plates of cake and got up to leave.

“Where the fuck you going?”

“Home.” she said to him pissed and walked away. She went sneaking behind a stand and soon some small wolf looking dog came running out and headed away from the festivities. Butch would have to go there and pick up her clothes later. He turned his head back to Sara. “So, what’s up with you lately anyways.” he said, wanting to change the topic. Sometimes he needed something else to talk about than Lenora. God knew she took up all his time.

[wolfgirl-sara]

“Yeah what’s your excuse?” she bit at Butch before Lenora spat on her cake. Sara didn’t flinch. Like she said she wasn’t scared of Lenora’s spit, or Lenora for that matter. She was a wild kid who did what she wanted, and Sara was all alone in her attempts to make her somewhat normal. That’s really what this was about, in Sara’s mind at least. Normal kids got scolded, normal kids knew to respect adults, normal kids didn’t pull pranks involving live animals. Lenora wasn’t normal and she probably never would be.

Sara watched in silence as Lenora had her little tantrum. What could she say? Go to your room? Sit down and eat your cake? All she learned about the kid was she ran her own show. She followed Butch out of love but not respect. It was the opposite with her dad. As much as she hated him the respect that had been nailed into her since she was a baby still remained. Even when he showed up uninvited to her house she’d make him food or get him a drink. It was like a servant and the master of the house. At least Lenora wasn’t stuck with that.

Sara pursed her lips before answering, “well... Christopher and I are back together. We’re engaged,” she said quickly before getting up. “Let me just grab her clothes.” She rushed behind the booth and scooped up her shirt and pants, brining them back to the table to fold. She tried to focus on her little job but she felt Butch’s eyes on her. “You’re angry,” she decided, still not looking up from the clothes.

[wolfgirl-sara]

[txt]: Hi. I'm Matthew. Christopher's friend. [txt]: He's gone dark side and attacked three girls. [txt]: I locked him up. Looking for help right now. [txt]: If you value your life don't try to find him. [txt]: He's not Christopher right now, he's Max. -Matthew

Sara muttered about a million curse words under her breath before she responded.

[text]: I can at least be there when he snaps out of it.

[text]: Where is he? Don’t hold out on me Matthew.

She gritted her teeth.

[text]: Tell me or I’ll assume he’s at your club and rip the place from top to bottom looking for him.

[wolfgirl-sara]

The vampire is prone to be fascinated with an engrossing vehemence, resembling the passion of love, by particular persons. In pursuit of these it will exercise inexhaustible patience and stratagem, for access to a particular object may be obstructed in a hundred ways. It will never desist until it has satiated its passion, and drained the very life of its coveted victim. But it will, in these cases, husband and protract its murderous enjoyment with the refinement of an epicure, and heighten it by the gradual approaches of an artful courtship. In these cases it seems to yearn for something like sympathy and consent. In ordinary ones it goes direct to its object, overpowers with violence, and strangles and exhausts often at a single feast.

Carmilla by J. Sheridan LeFanu

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Faint at first sight, Lux and Sara.

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Lux kept silent while the girl spoke. It was obviously a touchy subject for anyone, and she was glad that Sara was kind enough to let Lux explore it, and happy that she actually let her live. She had a gut feeling that Sara was one of the nicer people-that-weren’t-just-people that she would meet, and she had to remind herself not to dig too deeply into the girl’s life. “Why did you get bitten?” She asked, her voice quite soft and low to keep onlookers out of their conversation.

“A full moon?” She asked, nodding her head. The folk-lore surrounding werewolves must have been somewhat true, and for a moment, she wondered about all the fantasy books she had read, all the movies she had seen. There must have been some essence of truth about them. “Do you shift slowly or do you just kind of Hulk-out when it happens?” Hearing Sara mention that there were others just like her sparked her curiosity, and she had so many questions, but definitely didn’t want to overwhelm the girl.

Keeping close to her, Lux looked her over. She looked just like anyone else, certainly pretty with an interesting face, much like everyone else she had met recently. She began mentally questioning everyone she knew, and whether or not they had a big secret like Sara’s. She was only sure about one other human, and that wasn’t enough to make her feel secure.

“Is there a pack or are you flying solo, so to speak?”

[wolfgirl-sara]

Sara pursed her lips, looking at the ground. She could talk about it. She had to talk about it. That damn night kept her locked up for months because she was too scared to face it. Lux didn’t have to know everything- Sara had warned her about that from the start. She turned to look at Lux, “it was an accident. This wolf was trying to get at a vampire, and well... I was in the way.” She rolled her shoulders back, “it’s like how a lot of bad things happen. Just little mistakes that fuck everything up.”

Despite the serious subject Sara laughed at Lux’s comparison. “Um... hulk out? I guess. It takes maybe a minute to shift. Though takes a bit longer if you don’t want your clothes to get tattered,” she explained. “You might have noticed I wasn’t exactly decent. When you change you gotta take your clothes off, otherwise when you change back to a human your screwed.” 

Sara ran her fingers through her hair, “and yeah the moon thing is true, but we don’t need to it change. It’s just the only time we have to change. Unless you like... get some magic thing.” She shook her head. “I’ve never met anyone whose done it though. The wolf kinda comes out in other ways if you don’t let it out occasionally. At least that’s what I’ve found.”

“Pack,” she replied. “They’re a bunch of assholes but they’re kinda my assholes. A second family really.” She leaned back on the bench, “can’t tell you much about them. Don’t want to get in trouble with the boss,” in her head she imagined Butch. “Or the alpha... I guess the alpha is the boss” she muttered. Butch had some control over the pack, what with being the source of the money, but Sara didn’t get why they didn’t just make him the leader. Cause he was a runt? Maybe twenty, thirty years ago but not now. He was at least two inches taller than everyone else in the pack, and had an attitude to match his tough but also soft exterior. He was a good hug and that was a fact. 

[imteamrooney]

“It’s a really funny character, she’s trying to sleep with 25 guys before she goes to college. She has a wall of Polaroids and grades the guys based on their performance. She’s not a slut—she’s a genius. And it’s an experiment … Well, I guess you could call her a slut.”

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Table Manners || butch-sara

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“No, I haven’t. Dusk tried, Hans tried, Forest tried, they all tried to ‘punish’ her and they woke up with snails in their beds,” he explained to Sara a bit annoyed that she wasn’t getting his point. “She’s been through Hell and is still going through it. Do you see her throwing soup at me? No. That’s because I fucking treat her to her level. She’s got more wisdom in her than in all of your pinky finger,” he pointed to her with his chin, “You got to learn to see through her rough and aggressive side. Or all you’ll get is bitten or that,” he gestured to her and her soup covered self. “I don’t know if the Kovac pack would save her, but they saved me and I saved their alpha. We own life debts to one other. If anything happens to Lenora, they will help her.” Butch said with conviction. But it wasn’t the life debt, he knew it was friendship and he also knew that the Kovac pack had good bones in them. They’d save anyone who needed help. Specially a child.

“I don’t like cake,” he replied sounding like a giant child. Lenora rolled her eyes as she sat next to him and pushed the plates of cake in front of Sara and Butch, then pulling her own to herself. She started to eat the cake, Butch simply stared at his. Sara barked at Lenora, Butch covered his forehead with his hand, had she not listened to a word he’d said? This was going to go south again. “Yeah because reading makes the voices and the dark thing crawling on the walls go away,” Lenora spat back at Sara. “You know nothing, so mind your own business. I should of spit on your cake…”

“Lenora just eat your cake,” he pushed his own to her, “Eat mine too.”

“But I got it for you…”

Butch rolled his eyes and pulled the plate back, taking a bite of the cake. He didn’t hate it, but he didn’t enjoy it either. Butch looked to Sara, “If you really want to get along with the kid you should talk about poker, or pranks. She likes that crap.” he said to Sara, trying to divert the conversation away from what was haunting his daughter. That was something him and Cassie were working on.

[wolfgirl-sara]

Sara raised a brow, “snails? That’s it? You’re calling me the softie.” She let out a puff of hot air, “I know she’s been through stuff, I know that’s probably why she acts this way but even adults need to be told what’s what. Like now,” she said cocking her head to the side. “And every other time I’ve either given you a tongue lashing or smashed your bald head into something.”

Sara poked at the cake, not feeling very hungry. “Maybe we should get you a night light instead.” She put down her fork, “come on, you wanna be dumb like half the kids in the pack? Cause they don’t read. I know, I’m the one that’s gotta read aloud math problems to them.” Without missing a beat Sara lifted up her cake and waved it under Lenora’s nose, locking eyes with her, “go ahead. I’m not scared of a little girl’s spit.”

She glanced over at Butch, “I’m guessing you know from first hand experience? Snails in the bed or whatever.” Sara looked back at Lenora, a piqued look on her face. “Why snails? Were do you even find snails in Chicago? Just pour some apple juice on the bed and make the person think they pissed themselves. That’s what I did.” It had actually been her friends idea, years ago back when she wore braids and went to Church. Sara had insisted it wouldn’t work, but the next morning the girl’s older sister woke up screaming. It was funny till they got scolded, which obviously was never a problem for Lenora. 

[wolfgirl-sara]

Help // Dusk and Sara

Sara hadn’t spent much time at the compound, which she did feel bad about. Not because of anything Butch had said, and it was a stretch to say she felt bad about abandoning the pack. She had agreed to teach kids- and as wild as they were and how sick she was of explaining to the pack that no, she couldn’t do much in any fields other than math, she felt an obligation to them. The pack was good for learning wolf stuff, probably the best ‘education’ the kids could get, but Sara stood by that was not the best life. Especially for the smaller ones, the ones other kids would call runts and push around. Sara made it clear from day one she didn’t tolerate that and instilled time outs for the younger kids and detention for the older ones. Sara wouldn’t tell anyone this, but there was an odd moment of pleasure when the kids would glare at her from the corner. For them it was probably the first time they’d ever been forced to just sit down and be quiet.

Course along with teaching she also tutored, kids she taught and anyone who asked her for help. Coming up to Dusk’s door she gave a tiny knock. She always felt odd about going to the adults and asking if they needed any help, even with Dusk who didn’t have that heavy pride the rest of the wolves seemed to have. It was probably because of her kids... the pair couldn’t have been too different in age and yet Dusk had a whole mini-pack of children. 

The door opened, “hey,” she nodded, seeing Dusk at the door. “Don’t tell Butch I’m here,” she didn’t want the burly ball of fluff thinking it was his guilt trip at the fair that brought her back. Especially with Lenora at his side. God it was like he had cloned himself... “You need any help with anything?” Please say yes, Sara thought. If there was anyone in the pack she felt comfortable telling, it was Dusk.

[wolfgirl-sara]

Throw me a Bone// Ephram and Sara

[ephrampettaline]

It was like they were talking at complete cross-purposes. “It does matter what the two of you feel about each other,” Ephram said, the astonishment clear in his voice. “How could it not? How can we possibly all manage to get through this intact if you and Bellamy hate each other and keep on hatin’ each other even though you’re both with the same man?” It made no sense to Ephram. A house built on a shifting foundation, was what it seemed like. He wondered vaguely if Christopher had even stopped to think about any of this before he proposed to Sara, what the reality of it would be.

But then, he didn’t have too long to dwell on the bizarreness of the situation before Sara was driving her fist into his face. Ephram was the sort of fella who’d been in fights before, but not against women and usually not sucker-punched. And she knew how to throw one, as she’d demonstrated against another guy the first time they’d met. Lemon lifted her head from Ephram’s knees with a whine of alarm as Ephram himself rocked back against the tree from the blow. He scrambled to his feet as Asker did the same, heeling her master even without his command.

“Are you fuckin’ crazy?” Ephram asked, hoarse with indignation. “I’m tryin’ to make sure you’ll come out okay from this, that is if he goes through with it and marries you at all!” Because from how Christopher had talked, how Bellamy had talked, Sara was pretty much dead and gone from their lives, everything over. And now a marriage proposal out of the blue? It seemed like madness. Not to mention the way that Sara was talking about her family, her father’s abuse of her and the way that the family had been fractured and forced to take sides, the way that she’d been preyed upon by vampires enough to traumatize her into attacking other vamps, her year of isolation and depression. It was sad as hell, and Ephram wanted to talk to her about it, but there was no chance of that now. At this point it was all about defending her relationship.

Clicking the leash onto Asker’s collar, Ephram said tightly, “I don’t want you to be unhappy. And if you truly think marryin’ Christopher is what’ll bring you happiness, then all the best to you, Sara.” He turned to leave.

[wolfgirl-sara]

“What the hell makes you think Bellamy will marry you?” she asked before watching Asker leave her lap. She whistled for Lemon. “If Christopher is eternally devoted to Bellamy, why wouldn’t she be devoted to him. You’re just going to die one day- just like me, and then what?” She wrapped her arms around Lemon’s neck. She knew the day she died Christopher would go back to Bellamy, but let him. She couldn’t console him when she was six feet underground. Sara just wasn’t sure if Ephram got that. 

Then again it all felt so hypocritical. Sure, Christopher would deal with the marriage better than Bellamy, but if the whole sire thing really did have something too it, what did that make her and Ephram? Sara knew there were some things only she could give Christopher... but Ephram didn’t seem convinced of that. Which begged the question of Bellamy and his relationship. It was a mess, a topsy turvy, bloody mess.  

Sara watched him leave. “Good luck with Bellamy,” she said bitterly. Don’t be surprised when she sucks you dry she thought to herself. Sara didn’t leave the park for a while. She let Lemon go off and play and watched from a distance, like some sad housewife. The whole fight had changed nothing- except it gave Bellamy what she wanted. Ephram didn’t want to speak to her, and in many ways she didn’t want to speak to Ephram. She’d get over it, once everything was said and done. She’d be married to Christopher, he’d be married to Bellamy and their whole fight would seem stupid looking back on it.

Course those were her feelings. What Ephram felt she had no idea. Not now, in this moment, and probably not in a few months. She called over Lemon and they started home. She still trotted next to Sara, but her tail hung low and tongue stayed inside her mouth. Sara rubbed her girl behind the ears, “you’ll find a new friend,” she assured her. Back at the apartment Lemon rested on the couch while Sara sat on her bed looking through her phone. Pictures of her and her friends flashed across the screen. Quite a few had either Ephram or Christopher in the frame, though she didn’t have any of them together.