Rampage (Lesbian Story)

A Little Peace of Heaven

Dakota|

It's hard to live in such a divided prison when my only reason for staying had disappeared. It was really going to hell now, without Skylar as our backbone. The others, they could smell Havana's weakness and they've just begun to prey upon it. They could call her bluffs just as well as I could and with her pantie waste of a mate by her side, they knew that no one could stop them. There would be fights eventually, between different factions of our pack unless someone proved to be worth following. Havana couldn't hold her own and if she was challenged then she'd surely lose.

Like I said, it was hard to stay here but I couldn't abandon her dream. So I stayed, for myself. I didn't listen, but I kept them off of Havana's ass. I was still the Beta after all. Anything that happened, passed through me first and I'd be damned if I let some power crazed teen try and revolt against authority. It was a hellish job, protecting someone that I'd learned to hate but I still did it.

Scar says I'm too loyal. She knew that Sky was alive, but she wanted to leave here and find her, knowing that all that's left wasn't anything that Skylar could work with. I knew it was true, but I wouldn't leave her mother's masterpiece to savages. Never. When Skylar found out that we left behind a piece of her mother, she'd most likely kill us for letting it happen. Of course, Scar wouldn't leave without me, so I just heard the daily complains. It was nice.

Walking through halls of the pack house, making sure my presence was known, I passed a few different factions. They acknowledged me, smiling as if they weren't plotting against our "alpha" but I let them think I had no idea with what was going on. Smiling back, I continued walking through the hall.

Most of the house was asleep, leaving silence to settle in where ever it wanted. I was tired, more tired than I had been in a while but I ignored it. I had to finish patrolling until my replacement switched shifts. Nothing really ever happened inside the house; a few fights here and there but it was never something that couldn't be fixed quickly.

A half hour later, he finally showed up, apologizing for taking too long. I didn't really care about his excuses, brushing passed him and walking back to my bedroom. I knew I had to sleep, something was telling me that I needed to.

When I got in the room, Scar was sitting on the bed with a smile on her delicate face. She looked beautiful. Stripping, I climbed in bed with her, giving her kisses whenever I could. She'd giggle, try and push me away but I'd never stop. I loved making her happy.

Snuggling up in bed with her, wrapping my arm around her waist, I waited for my slumber to finally win me over. And it did, faster than it ever had.

This was the first time that I was conscious of and in my dreams. The clouds, trees, even the grass, was vivid. Color burst from every angle that I looked, washing out over the entire spectrum of my imagination. I was on a gravel pathway, starting where I stood and ending somewhere deep in the brush. My feet moved of their own accord, plunging me deeper into this dream. I wasn't scared but curious. The place seemed familiar, whether it was from actually being there or reminding me of a person.

As I aimlessly walked through the thick forest, my nose picked up an undeniable scent, then it was gone. When I looked around, I was in a different place. The sun was no longer shining and all of the color seemed to have been drained from existence. The path was the same but it had grown slightly colder. I was surrounded by a swamp, the trees bent over and submitting to the gravity that tried so hard to bring them down. Fog clung to the ground, swamping around my ankles.

Looking up, I came face to face with a white haired girl. She had similar characteristics to Isabelle, her pale skin almost identical but she was quiet. Far more quiet that any other vampire that I'd ever met. My first instinct was to shift, to tear into the blood-sucker but I couldn't. My actions weren't my own. So instead, I just studied her. She looked as if she had the potential to be dangerous but at the moment, she was relaxed. Her smile was infectious and as much as I hated to admit it, I was growing keen to her company. Something about her was so familiar but I couldn't tell what.