How did I end up in this situation?
Cold, missing my best friend, alone in a forest infested with creatures that saw me as nothing more than easy dinner, with a wraith snuggling up to me.
I guess I didn't mind the last part so much. I'd never had a little sister before, and probably never will as my father could never bring himself to love another. The only problem was, how was I going to bring her back to the clan?
I can't just rock up and be like, hey, this is my new friend. She's a wraith and enjoys munching on were-wolves in her spare time, and looks like something fresh out of a horror novel. But you know. Totally harmless.
Oh yeah. They'll believe that alright.
They won't chase her away with swords and spears. Not at alllll.
I sighed, massaging my temples as the sky turned pink, signifying dawn. I gently pushed the napping Beth off my arm, laying her head on my hood. Wraiths felt weird. Like, if people's skin was made of silk, they'd feel like wraiths.
I stretched, before standing up and grabbing my knife, ready to get some breakfast.
Mmm, boy was I hungry.
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"AHH!"
I rubbed my sore backside, glaring at the tree I'd groggily fallen out of.
"Stupid, hunk of wood, nothing for me to hold or grip onto." I grumbled, again trying to shimmy up the bare trunk. There were no branches whatsoever, and it was a smooth trunk. But, at the very top, there was a nest. I'm betting there's either eggs in there, or baby birds.
I wouldn't mind either.
I tried using my knife this time, stabbing it into the trunk every now and then to assist me with getting up.
"Just a little more, come on, coome on."
I reached as far as I could, my fingers brushing against the base of the nest. I leaned further towards it, feeling my foot slip.
Crap.
I managed to lunge and grab the nest, before plummeting down to the ground, landing with a loud thud, and feeling something oozing down the side of my head.
"Great. Just, fucking, brilliant." I said, as my hand came away with slimey egg on it. I was going to stink to high hell.
Deciding to put breakfast finding on a break, I looked around for signs of water.
Coming across a fairly clear river, I stripped down, taking care to avoid my clothes coming in contact with the icky mess on my head.
I shivered as I unclipped my bra, and tentavily dipped my toe in the water.
SHIT! Was it cold!
Putting hypothermia fears aside, I jumped in.
I scrubbed at the gunk in my hair that was strating to get crusty. "Note to self, next time you go into the woods Valerie, bring a hat."
That's when I felt it.
Something brushed past my leg. Something.. slimey. I froze, and looked around for the offender.
Nothing.
Probably just a fish, haha.
I started picking out egg from my hair with added haste, my instincts telling me something wasn't right.
There!
I felt it again!
"Damn fish!" I yelled, as I lashed out, hoping to catch the fish, or whatever else it was.
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Night Crawler
RomanceIt's the year 3050. It's tough. Watching your back all the time, fighting to survive all the time and let's not forget having to be on guard all the time, tensed to see if around the next corner, something would be waiting to kill you. Well. That's...