♢From Paris to Pack♢

Grow Up

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Just wanted to let everybody see how Gene actually looks. I tried my best to let you all have your own images, but I gave up and said 'they can simply change features in their minds and picture who they think she is' and put this picture.
I dunno this dazzling woman, but I have to say she is beautiful and matched nearly all of Gene's features. Except Genevieve, well, her eyes change from hazel orange, blue or even to purple.
Either way they are both beautiful, and I think i'll attatch her mate's picture to the next part.
Comment if you want me too
~~~~~~Enjoyyy

Genevieve's P.O.V

Silence had felt its way through the vents and into the space of the office, creating an eeriely, calmingly softness in Genevieve's bones. But it was short lived when the shock shook through and out of her system.

"Eh. . .?" She croaked, loosing about all ounce of long studied American knowledge within minutes. Though the men seemed to be focused on their own bitter argument which had again broken out, she continued to croak her confusion.

"I thought I told you NOT to tell her about our family buissness," Inix's father yelled. "For all we know she could be a spy sent by that Pigs ass of a lord Destruch!" His voice dripped with venom, directed to who Gene didn't know.

The beast who was Inix erupted into a commanding bark, his eyes a crisp sheen of white on black. "Don't talk about her in such a way. Learn your place, or i'll give you a few much needed lessons!" At his words, the gravity dipped into motion. Man gave into his rage. Father leapt at Son.

Genevieve's scream was barely heard, ignored like a bird atop a herbavor's shoulders. Instead they crashed into eachother, the impact of senew and muscle slamming boundaries, making the crack of flesh on flesh sound raw and painful. Their teeth, now bore and ominous, snapped in a frenzy towards each other's faces.

Meanwhile Genevieve sat on her backside, dazed from being knocked away from the area and disorientated by the hard smack of her head against the wall which had seemed to send her hair into disarray and her brain into shock.

"A. . . Aide. . ." The young female whispered, moving a numb fingered hand up to the back of her hand to lightly press and observe, only to tremble as she found blood on her finger tips. "Je saigne. . ."

Of course the males would be deaf to her quiet plea, and all she could do was continue to bleed as well as watch them tumble here and there and gnaw at each other.

It went on like that for minutes till Gene found her near unconsious eyes following her mate who had successfully overturned and stood snarling in the lowered muzzle of his father. Submission in his now respective eyes, a strange and confusingly quick quarrel.

A single moment was shared between the two until both looked up at the girl in recognition, as if they had just now noticed her in their midst.

Smoke, like a narcotic toxin seeped into Genevieve's eyes and her pounding skull rolled back into a dream alike no other.

Hands gripped her on instant and another pair fleetingly felt her forehead before whisking away, as if burned.

"Sombre. . ." Was all that slipped her lips before an engulfing entity swallowed her.

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". . . Ge. . ."

Whispers twined together in a lovely swirling bliss, stirring the damsel who slept in a polite rocking motion. Again the words continued. ". . .Genevi. . ."

Feelings of heat travled from her mind and to her slumbering consious, and beams, thoughts wrapped around thoughts, began to swirl and lift her to an awaken state.

". . Genevieve."

Her eyelids moved, long blond lashes lifting and closing many times before her rarely seen blue purple eyes opened for those around to see and observe in curious relief. Her gaze traveled here and there, and her stable throat cleared for speech.

"Eh... ce qui est arrivé... ?"

"She speaks strangly, european?" A voice inquired curiously, followed by a familiuar answer. "French, I believe."
Belo...ved, Her mind whispered, barely audible to her concious. This caused her to sit up a bit and take better thought of the situation she found herself in.

A woman, looking to be in her near seventies or eighties, wore a long white doctors coat and had her snow white hair styled in loud hills on her head. Cheeks rosy pink, and eyes a wise shade of honey brown, her nude pink lips stretched to deliver a smile to the patient. "Why hello babe'h, I'm glad you're awake."

Her frail looking body strode over towards the bed Genevieve lay in and her wrinkled face feld in warmth. "You've been out fo' a few hours, oh but Darlin' there's nothin' to worry your pretty lil' self about. You'll be able to leave this here clinic in an hour or so."

Gene didn't get to say much except, "Oui.." before the peachy woman wobbled from the room.

Now alone with the continuous beep of the heart monitor and her close watching soulmate, Genevieve found no pointnin sitting up, so she leaned and rested on the comfortable hospital pillow.

"Genevieve?" A voice murmered.

Her eyelids drooped and closed, only to slowly open again.

"Gene?"

Again her eyes closed. Rest, her mind whispered, native tongue feeling comfortable in her thoughts.

"Gen..."

Settled, she dozed.

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Sorry you all xc I just ended the part so short didnt I?
I just dont want to start the next scene in thus chapter. Because its a long part. So i'll save it for next time.
Lov ye
~PeAcE OuT