| Jun. 17th, 2005 @ 11:03 pm Untitled Story...eh..its something to keep me busy... |
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Setting/Background information:
A beautiful log cabin in Montana; state-of-the-art and rather secluded/ She lives alone. Her home is near a mountainous region where people love to hike and camp. She works from home writing relatively popular horror novels, many of which have been made into award-winning films. She occasionally leaves on a vacation or book tour to NYC, DC, or various cities in Europe but never leaves for a long time because she loves her home and the peace she feels in the house.
Her house is eclectically furnished with her grandparents’ electric blue couch as the centerpiece in her living room. There are several extra bedrooms on the first and second floor when people come to visit. Her room has one of the best views and a private master bathroom with a large tub and shower. Though she has no pets she keeps around cat and dog food incase a stray shows up at her door, she's used to it...her confirmation name wasn't Francis for nothing. Animals had always seemed to get along with her and not be frightened...she could get relatively close to the wildlife (deer, rabbits, birds and such) but not touch them because they were still skittish. She would croon to them in a low calm voice to put them at ease as she set out apples and other treats for them in the evenings. She had seen foxes dart across her yard on calm evenings but never any predators larger than that.
She had heard stories of a wolf pack that roamed the mountainside and on nights of the full moon could hear them baying...it was kind of a comfort and a pleasure to stay up and listen to them. She always had thought of them as majestic creatures but had never gotten a chance to see any of them. Hunters had set out traps and if she would go walking in the woods close to her home and found any she would disengage them with large branches, so no one would get hurt. She couldn't understand why anyone would want to hurt the wolves or the other creatures that lived in the forest.
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Chapter 1
She woke up that morning as usual...gripping her pillow and imagining that it was a man she was clinging to, whose arms were wrapped lovingly around her. She opened her eyes, and as usual, was disappointed to find it was still just a pillow. She stretched and padded out of her bed to the bathroom.
"I really need to get out more", she mutters to herself as she steps into the shower. She sighs softly and lets the water run on her head and back, soothing her before grabbing her peppermint soap which always wakes her up. She showers quickly, dresses in her usual outfit of comfortable jeans and a nice t-shirt, and wanders downstairs to get breakfast ready. She grabs a bag of apples and oranges from the fridge and seeds from behind the pantry and goes out into the yard. She splits the oranges and puts them on the hangers near the birdfeeders for the flocks of orioles that have been seen nearby, and fills the feeders. She tosses the apples into the woods for the deer and other wildlife and starts heading back to the house.
A pitiful cry from behind her causes her to turn sharply. She hears it again followed by a fierce growling. Something got caught in one of the traps...I thought I disengaged them all last week... she thinks to herself and runs towards the woods. Ignoring her body’s reaction to the low fierce cries she runs towards the sound and stops dead in her tracks. Before her on the path is a large jet-black wolf with bright yellow eyes...he growls at the trap and whines as the pain courses through him. She sees that his foreleg is horribly caught and he is almost ready to start gnawing it off in order to be rid of the pain and the trap.
"Whoa...whoa big fella...shhhhhh...I'm here to help you" she says as she takes a cautious step forward. He begins to growl louder and bares his teeth at her, letting her know he was still a wild animal. She crooned softly to him...starting to sing "Hey Jude" in a very low tone...trying to get him to concentrate on her.
"I'm not going to hurt you...but you need help...you know that don't you?" she looks at him plaintively and continues humming softly...hoping somehow the noise would soothe him enough to let her help him. The wolf glared at her with a wild intelligence deep in those eyes and seemed to calm a bit. He chuffed quietly and bowed his head towards her, almost in a slight surrender as if he knew she was the only one able to help.
"Good boy… goood...shhhh...now this is going to hurt a little...please don't hurt me...I know you will be in pain but we need to get this off first..." she speaks in low tones as she goes to the trap and pries it open. The wolf regards her with a startled look; as if he is surprised a female human could be so strong. She smirks at him, " I'm strong...it helps sometimes.” She pauses."Wait...why am I explaining things to you...you're just an animal" The wolf growls softly in his throat, a noise that sounded to her as if he was upset because she had offended him and his status. Her eyes widen and she crouches down before him, holding out her hand.
"I'm sorry..."she smirks to herself "I didn't mean any harm. We need to get that bandaged and you some food and rest...may I pick you up and take you back to the house...or can you make it on your own?" She couldn't believe the words pouring out of her mouth. She was talking to this wild creature as if it was a friend and could completely understand her...maybe he could because as she spoke his head cocked to one side as if listening carefully. He stood slowly and limped forward a bit, nudging her leg. It took all of her control not to bolt...this was after all a huge male wolf...not something to tangle with...but he seemed amiable...perhaps he was really someone's pet.
She walked slowly back towards the house, the hurt wolf padding at her side quietly. She felt like talking to it but decided to stay in silence; you could always tell a lot about a person when there were lapses in silence. The wolf didn't seem to mind and limped towards the house keeping in step with her. She walked up onto the porch and held the door open to him, he limped inside and jumped up on the blue couch, wincing and howling softly when he hit is hurt paw against it. She reached out her hand and stroked his head to soothe him and he growled low in his throat at her.
"Hey...its my house…my couch. Be nice", she said sternly and reached towards his head again. He sat silently staring at her with that fierce intelligence as she rested her hand on his head and began scratching lightly right behind his ears. Involuntarily his tongue lolled out and his tail started thumping on the couch. "Like that huh?" she says grinning and pats him softly "Let's get that foot taken care of, then we'll get you some breakfast" She goes off into the bathroom and gets her emergency kit and brings it back to the living room.
“You need a name…I can’t just call you “the wolf”…hmm…” she sits down on the floor and carefully peroxides the wound as she thinks of a name. The wolf winces as the peroxide tingles at his flesh, cleaning the wound. “Remus…” she says looking up and him and smiling, “that’s your name…Remus.” The wolf stares at her and moves his head closer to hers.
She pulls back a little. “What…it’s a good name…a friend of mine a few years ago suggested that if I ever got a dog, that I should name him Remus. And you are the closest thing I’ve ever had to having a dog so. Oh… I’m sorry…heh… I forgot to tell you, my name is Casey.” She carefully applies an antiseptic ointment to the wound and slowly bandages it, careful not to cause him too much pain, as she talks to him. She puts the supplies back in the kit and looks back up, deep into his yellow eyes and feels slightly embarrassed. The wolf stared back at her with a look of almost confusion and love. She laughs to herself quietly, realizing that she had been spending way too much time alone. She scratches his head again and then stands up, but not before he licks her cheek and woofs softly.
“Well…you’re welcome” she blushes slightly, “Are you hungry?” He woofs again and dips his head as if nodding yes. She grins and goes into the kitchen and roots through her fridge, looking for the filet mignon she was going to cook up for dinner and carefully places it in the oven. “ I hope you don’t mind me cooking it a bit…I assume you like rare?” She laughs to herself but stops when the wolf woofs several times, sounding like he was laughing himself.
“Remus…are you a trained wolf?” She cocks her head to one side and stares at him on the couch. “ You certainly don’t seem to be completely wild and you understand what I am saying don’t you?” Remus woofs again and dips his head a few times, nodding. Her eyes widen and she gasps.
“Hoooookay…well…this is new….” She turns back to the oven and takes out the filets, a little brown but cooked enough to get rid of bacteria. She carefully slices it up and reaches for a bowl, her fingers touching a silver one, and then pulling back quickly. She laughs to herself again. “ I shouldn’t use a silver dish…just on the offhand chance you are a werewolf”, she says, her back still turned. Remus howls softly and she turns to him.
“I know you are hungry…just a second love.” She places the filets in a large blue bowl and carries it over to the couch. “Here.” She puts the bowl in front of Remus and strokes his head softly then pulls her hand back, knowing how possessive animals are of their food. She goes over to the large green leafed chair and sits cross-legged, watching him…well “wolf” down the food. She grins at the pun and smiles. A wolf…is sitting on my couch…well...I guess I did need some sort of company, she thinks to herself.
He finishes and she goes to the kitchen again and brings back another bowl, full of fresh water. “Here Remus…you must be thirsty too” she strokes his head and puts the bowl next to the other one. “I need to go and do some work around the house…you can just rest here.” She strokes his head as he begins to gently lap at the water, then Remus carefully licks her fingers and woofs softly.
“I’ll take that as a sign you’ll be okay”, she smiles at him and wanders upstairs to tidy her room and collect her laundry.
She changes her sheets and gathers everything up in a large laundry basket. She goes downstairs and puts stuff into the washer, looking outside and putting more bedding in so she can dry it out on the line. She hums softly as she works, retting up the house then bringing her laptop into the living room and sitting down on the floor. She checks her email and sends a few out, then goes back to the laundry room and switches half of it to the dryer; the other half she takes outside and hangs it out on the line to dry in the fresh air. She likes sleeping on blankets that have been dried outside…they smell clean and woodsy. As she walks back into the house she strokes Remus’ head and grins as his large tail thumps against the cushions.
The day wears on and she is more productive than usual, getting things done that she had been putting off for days. Occasionally stopping to make sure Remus was comfortable she then gets food ready for their supper; chicken, rice, and broccoli. She carefully cuts up the chicken and slides it into his bowl, then sits down on the floor near him as she eats hers and watches the news. He finishes quickly and whines over her shoulder, looking hungrily down at her chicken. She smirks, holds up a piece for him, Remus gently grabs it with his teeth, and tugs it away from her. She giggles softly as his tongue licks her fingers and he whines for more.
“Okay…okay I get it…you’re starving." She stands up and takes his bowl out to the kitchen, cutting up the rest of the chicken and placing the bowl back in front of him. She takes her plate and washes it, then goes back and grabs his bowl when she sees that he is finished and washes that too. She stretches a bit then sits down on the other side of the couch. Remus woofs softly and turns around so he is facing her. She smiles and looks deeply into his yellow eyes, still unnerved by the strong intelligence she sees inside them. He scootches forward carefully and rests his head on her lap.
Casey’s eyes widen and her body tenses nervously, after all despite his intelligence he was still a wild animal. She carefully lowers her hand to the scruff of his neck and scratches him softly, knowing he likes it by the steady thump of his tail against the couch. She turns the channel and finds a movie she hadn’t seen in years, The Tenth Kingdom. She grins and continues petting Remus as the movie goes on, and he falls asleep after a while, his head and paws still on her lap. She sighs softly and realizes she probably isn’t going to be able to move to her bedroom this evening. Casey pats Remus on the head and then watches most of the movie, but falls asleep an hour before it ends. Her dreams were strange and disconnected, dreaming about wolves and men, bounding across large fields and feeling pure joy and freedom.
CHAPTER 2
The early dawn rays creep through the large bay window in the living room and wake her up with the warmth and light they bring. She stretches, yawns and rubs her eyes, then lowers her hand to stroke Remus’ head. She smiles when she touches the shaggy head, then looks down at him to see if he’s still asleep. As she looks down, and her eyes adjust she realizes that it is not a wolf resting its head on her lap but a man…a very naked man. Her pulse races and she licks her suddenly dry lips as she pokes the man in the shoulder. He yawns and looks up at her, grinning. “ ’lo...” he says roughly.
“Uh…umm…heh…hello yourself…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!!!!!” She raises her voice and moves away from him quickly, backing against the wall and trying hard to avoid looking at his nakedness.
“ Remus…REMUS…where are you?” Her eyes search around the room for the wolf that was with her last night.
“Here” the man says softly, his voice rough, as he grabs the afghan across the back of the couch and places it over his lap.
“What?”
“I’m right here…would you please stop screaming?” He looks down at his bandaged arm and sniffs it.
“Www ... What?” she says as she stares at the man on her couch. He was absolutely gorgeous with long dark hair and bright yellow eyes. Wait a second she thought…Yellow eyes? She takes a step forward and looks deeply into his eyes. ”R...Remus?” He nods slowly and grins, showing his still very sharp teeth. She slumps down onto the floor and puts her head in her hands feeling a little lightheaded. He rushes over to her and bends his head down to peer at her, sniffing at her trying to get a read on how she is.
“Casey…?” he says her name softly that causes a shiver to run down her spine. No one had ever said her name quite like that. She looks up and comes face to face with him and her voice stops working. His eyes were so intense and full of concern just for her. She wasn’t used to this sort of attention from a gorgeous man and just blinked, her lips opening a little as she tries to draw a breath. He leans in a bit further, staring deeply into her leaf green eyes, mesmerized and brushes his lips against hers. Both their eyes widen at the sensation and he pulls back quickly. She continues to stare at him, her gaze sliding from his head down to his powerful chest then on down to legs, because the afghan stayed on the couch while he moved.
His cheeks burn as he notices her looking at him, with a hunger in her eyes that was unexpected but very stimulating. He raises an eyebrow as he feels a stirring in his loins and quickly clasps his hands over himself and blushes deeply.
The tip of her tongue flicks out and licks her upper lip as a soft whimper escapes from her throat. Good God…Casey get a hold of yourself…he’s just a man…a very handsome very naked man…who’s in your house…and is getting…. Her brain trails off and she shakes her head violently then stands up, avoiding looking at him.
“We need to find you some clothes…pronto” she says quickly and runs upstairs to one of the guest rooms her brother had stayed in recently. She goes through drawers and looks for leftover clothes that probably would fit him.
“Aha…” she yells down to him as she grabs a pair of boxers, jeans, and an old band t-shirt. She runs back downstairs and stands in the doorway, her eyes averted as she sticks her arm into the room holding the clothes. “Here…put these on…please,” she says softly. He gets up off the floor and strides towards her, his left hand covering himself as he uses his right to grab the clothes.
“...Thanks,” he says softly. She walks back towards the hallway and down to her office. “I’m going to check my email…you can go take a shower. Its upstairs and the first door on your right,” she says with her back turned. He steps up behind her and runs the back of his hand against her hair. He smiles at its softness and reaches up to do it again, but she steps away quickly. His brow furrows and heads upstairs, sighing softly and feeling like he has screwed everything up.
She shuts the door to her office and waits for the water to start running before she lets out a deep breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her pulse races from his gentle touch. She walks towards her desk and checks her email, sends out a few and checks her brother’s website to see what he is up to. She hears a light knock at the door and goes to open it, her hand almost to the knob when the door swings open and he stands there, his hair dripping wet but at least now he was wearing clothes. He grinned his “wolfish” grin at her again and shook his head lightly, spraying her with drops of cool water.
“Aigh…” she holds her hands up to block some of it, but gets damp and sighs. “I take it you’d like some breakfast” she says and starts to head out the door but he blocks it with his solid form. She looks up at him and realizes he is at least 6 inches taller than her.
“If you’re hungry…I need to get to the kitchen,” she says as she stares up at him. He tips his gaze down at her and continues to smile, the back of his hand stroking against her arm then gently against her cheek. She begins to pull back but as she looks into his eyes she senses a deep sadness and stands still. She reaches up her hand and grabs his, taking it from her face and squeezes it softly.
“Its okay…I won’t hurt you” he says softly. She looks down to the floor, then back up at him, her fingers lacing in between his. “Well that’s good,” she says with a lilt to her voice “ otherwise you won’t get any breakfast.” She smiles up at him then lightly pushes him back so she can get out the door. Casey starts to moves her hand away from his, but he squeezes it and follows behind her. She continues to grin to herself, hoping he doesn’t notice as they move into the kitchen. She reaches for the fridge, and wiggles her hand.
“You need to let go.”
“Why?”
“ Well…because I’d like to be able to cook you something before you go.”
“Go…?” His brow furrows and his voice takes on a note of that deep sadness she saw in his eyes.
“Well…yes,” Casey says as she turns to face him “I assume you’ll be going back wherever you came from.” He stares at her silently and lowers his head, slipping his hand from hers.
“You...don’t want me here? Don’t you like me,” he says quietly as he moves his head back up to look at her, sheen of tears in his eyes. Her breath catches as she realizes he is on the verge of crying and squeezes his hand, still intertwined with hers.
“I don’t know you,” she says as she looks into his eyes “but if you don’t want to leave…you can stay for a few days. I have a couple of extra rooms.” His hand squeezes back as he gives her another “wolfish” grin.
“What’s for breakfast,” he says. Casey smirks and shakes her head.
~~~ end chapter 2..at least for now. Story and Idea belong to Kathleen C. Zimmerman ( Casey/K.C.) please do not take any part of it, quote it etc without express permission from the author. Thank you. More will come later I hope =D~~~~ |
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And I really like them..they feel and look relatively good..though that picture just is icky. They are a lot smaller and more "feminine"..which is something I'm going to have to get used to. Femininity is not something that comes naturally to me...though I am getting more and more used to it as time goes on..that and I am forcing myself to be more feminine for college when I start in the Fall...I'd like to obtain a significant other at some point in my life...might as well start now. Skirts, better fitting shirts..wait a sec...didn't I give this rant earlier? I might have...I never remember quite well..plus I am always thinking on this from time to time...it filters in through all the crap. If I had someone that I could spend some time with away from all this crap it would make things better.
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