Coming Alive

Strange boy's

My eyes scrunched up groggily with sleep, twitching my nose and contorting my face a bit to wake up more. My nose inhaled the sweet savoury sent of bacon and pancakes. It was a homey feeling. I couldn't remember a moment that I've felt so at home and calm in my sad lonely life.

"Hey Dante, is she awake yet?" A thick British accent shouted towards the area I was in.

I kept my eyes closed hoping I could revel in this peace for just a moment more.

"I don't know... S-should I wake her up?" A deep baritone smooth voice that I was guessing was Dante yelled back to the Brit.

"No!" The liquid gold voice I remembered to be Michael. "She is still very weak, she will wake up when she is better."

"It's been 4 days though! Jared will get suspicious." Dante said 'Jared' with so much disgust it made me curious as to what past they had? His words sunk in after a few moments. 4 days? That's the most sleep I've had in years. Deciding to give up my sleeping charade I stretched my arms out in front of me rubbing my back against the scratchy woollen quilt that was laid over a oak couch. My eyes slowly fluttered open to reveal a cabin roof with logs stretching wall to wall, 2 Aztec patterned hammocks hung from. I skimmed across the log cabins roof staring up, zoning out everything but the smell of pine, pancakes, and bacon.

The sound of snapping caused me to twist my head to the cause of the sound. Which who I was guessing was Dante. He was the strange black haired boy that was standing with Michael and the red-haired burly guy. His eyes pierced mine with cloudy deep blue eyes. He had me in a trance, I tried to lift off of the couch, I also tried to bow in respect. But I couldn't, I was stuck in his gaze.

"Dante, Dante, Dante, tsk tsk don't do that to her now! It'll creep her out."

Dante's eyes quickly shimmied out of sight, turning his head to face the Brit that was talking earlier. I followed suit and looked up to the red-haired guy from the whipping. He looked at me with amusement as if I was the funniest thing in the world. I said nothing, I wasn't scared strangely, I just felt so... Secure I guess. Lifting my back up, hands behind me supporting my frail bodice, I flung my legs onto the side of the long oak couch. My cuts and bruises protested in agony. I leaned my back on the end of the couch pulling my knees up hugging them. I realized I was only in a over sized black t-shirt, no underwear. I pulled the shirt down over my legs in hopes of covering myself, adverting my eyes away from the two gorgeous men starring at me expectantly.

"Awe sweet cheeks you don't have to be so scared of the big bad wolves." The Brit said with humour.

"We don't bite... Well that's a big fat lie. Let me re-phrase that, we don't bite unintentionally." He said with a huge grin in his voice. Almost tenderly.

"Stop it Lewis! Your making her uncomfortable." Michael said walking in from the kitchen that was in the corner of the living room, with bacon dangling out of his mouth. I was twiddling my thumbs infront of my legs, looking blankly at my knees.

"Nope, Dante here's already done that." Lewis said with a 'he started it!' Face while pointing at a sitting Dante. Who was looking down at his shoes guilty like.

"Oh did he now? Wait Dante did you do the eye control thing again?"

"Well she looked confused so I was trying to calm her down. But dimwit here decided to barge in." Dante murmured, now looking at Lewis with a upset frown.

"Okay well if you lady's could stop bickering we could fully introduce ourselves to a lycan." Michael said with a parental face. He was obviously the leader of the 3. Wait! Did he say I was a lycan? Lycans were rare werewolves that had extreme powers. Well most werewolves had 'gifts' but lycans had full blown 'powers'. Lycans were also supposedly born from alpha blood. Why did they think I was a lycan? I haven't even had my first shift yet. Only 23 days until that dreaded day came.

"Erm... Tehaley? Are you okay?" Dante said with extreme concern, staring me down with those beautiful deep blue stormy eyes." You do know your a lycan right?"

I shook my head solemnly

"Oh sunshine, this must be so confusing. Come on gimmi a hug!" Lewis said mocking a what I guess was a motherly act.

"Shut up Lewie." Dante yell whispered while kicking him in the shin. "Ouchie!" Lewis sarcastically grumbled with a blank face.

I looked up to them three, standing around the end of the couch Dante sitting on a wooden stool, long legs stretching out in front of the stool. They all had stubble growing on their jaws. Were they waiting for me to wake up?

"Sorry for rushing you into this information we had no idea." My face scrunched up in confusion. As Michael began introducing them all.

"My name is Michael as you already know. I got you off of that damn death pole. This is Lewis or Lewi, he is from Britain and also is a pain in everyone's ass." He said jokingly while play punching Lewis in his bulk arm. "And here is our pride and joy," Lewis said ruffling Dante's bed head with one hand while shoving Michael to the ground with a thump. Michael quickly jumped up and wheezed out in a breathless voice standing behind Dante's chair. "Dante." They all chuckled, a smile threatening to rise on my lips. "As you have already witnessed he has a somewhat 'special' gift. He can put mild feelings in your head, such as calmness and fear." Lewis said trying to mock a documentary narrator.

"Michael also has a gift." Dante grumbled shy and embarrassed.

"My sexy ass voice!" Michael said pleased still exasperated from the fall, grinning with a wide smile showing off his perfect teeth.

"You guys ain't got nothing on me though..." Lewis said upset they weren't talking about him.

"Oh right!" Michael said with a breathless beautiful voice.

As if that was Lewis's cue he grabbed a piece of splintered wood off the warm cabins walls, held it in his large hand and carefully walked over to my part of the couch and held it in front of me, a light spark erupted and then the wood that was once there had a pile of ash replacing it. My eyes instantly widened.

"Cool huh? Only problem is I can only do it to wood and metal. Not people." Lewis said with a sad face obviously very disappointed almost like he might have lost someone because of that one fault. Unwillingly my small hand reached up and grasped his clean warm hand and squeezed it understandingly, he flinched from the unexpected contact that I was bewildered that I'd done. Finally gaining control over myself my hand retracted back to my other and began twiddling thumbs. Looking back down to my knees embarrassed. I could sense the three confused looks faces I was getting from them baring into my head, hair hanging in front of my face.

"Thanks..." Lewis said with a husky voice obviously I was correct and something had happened but I wasn't going to get into his business "A lot." I just nodded my head slightly in welcome.

"... Well do you guys want some food? It's getting cold." Michael said breaking the lightly uncomfortable silence. My head snapped up nodding friskily my eyes boring into his. They all roared in laughter at my reaction. I looked down embarrassed, slowly lifting myself up unsure as to what was to be expected. They didn't seem to mind, but Lewis was the closest to me the entire way to the kitchen. I guess he really was thankful for my comforting.

The only thing running through my head the entire time was 'what strange boys.'