Bitten and Changed

1-*The Dreams*

The dream ended like it always did, with me waking up panting. My breathing was doubled, it wasn't normally this hitched.

Something in the dream changed again. Whatever it was, something inside told me I wasn't going to like it too much. Just thinking about it made my stomach lurch.

My dreams were always trouble, every once in a while they would change or I would meet these two boys. Brantley and Bentley Wolfe. I honestly didn't know how I knew their names.

Every time I would get ready to go for one of the brothers, I would feel unsure of which one I would go for. I didn't understand my confusion. I was pulled both ways. I honestly had no idea how I knew they were brothers either.

The dreams all started when I turned 16, which was two years ago. I was doing chores like my mother wanted me too. Suddenly this weird feeling I still can't describe came over me and it felt like it hit me like a ton of bricks.

In the first dream I seen both of the them, the brothers, Brantley and Bentley. They were looking at something but I couldn't tell what it was. When I started to make my over a branch cracked under my foot. Neither of them were aware of my presence until it cracked. Their gazes peirced my soul, both of their gazes took hold of me. (I don't ever think I felt something like I did when they gazes pierced me. ) I gulped then started to run away as fast as I could. I never did find out what they were looking at before.

The next thing I know these beautiful grey and white with a little bit of black on their snouts as well as ears wolves appeared in front of me. They both snarled, and then I woke up.

That was the very first dream I had of them. Every now and again they would appear but it scared the living day lights out of me. I just didn't understand who or what they wanted. I didn't even know who they were for crying out loud.

Some how or another after the first dream I ended up in bed with my pajama's on. It was weird because I didn't remember going to bed or putting my PJ's on. I took in my surroundings in my bedroom, it wasn't as bright as it would be during the day. I looked over towards my alarm clock, it showed the time as 5:45 AM. I groaned then laid back down in my warm baby blue and lime green blankets. I looked around my with the moon shining down in from the vaulted ceilings I had, brightening my room up a little bit for me to see around my room.

My little square nightstand is a light wooden color with my angel lamp that was beside my alarm clock. Next to my night stand was a door, a lime green door to be exact, that led to my closet. Beside my closet was another nightstand, a bit bigger than the one beside my bed, it held my jewelery box.

In the center of my room was a flat screen TV with a cabinet directly underneath it. The cabinet was a dark cherry oak that held books, papers, binders, and my desktop. It was pretty if I say so myself. It was mostly filled with homework. It also held a picture I hold dear to my heart. A picture with my biological father and my living mother.

Next to the desk was my sliding glass window, I never understood what it's purpose was. I didn't want to know either.

I sighed when I looked next the window because there, there was a desk that was filled with newspaper clipping of what happened that horrible day. Two years ago, nevermind that I'm not going to let that memory haunt me.

I finally fell back asleep about the same time as my alarm clock went off. I turned over, hit the snooze, then rolled back over. Just as I turned over my mom came in my room and shouted

"Up, school time, Up!"

I groaned "Go Away!"

"No! Now get up young lady or you're going to be late." She scolded. 

I rolled my eyes then closed then once more. Soon I found myself in the floor with my blankets and pillows. I moved my brown tangled mess of hair out of my face and looked up. My mom, Lucy, was peering over my sideways mattress giving me "the look".

"Come on mom." I whine.

"Up. Up. Up." She told me one more time before laying my mattress back down gently. She then swiftly left my room.

All that was two years ago. Now I am in a new town as well as a new state. My mother was also dating a new guy I despised.

As for me I was starting a new school tomorrow called Mountian Valley High. To question I was nervous was an understatement. My stomach felt all knotted up with a lot of butterflies rolling around as well. When I looked at my clock it was 5:35 AM once again.

"Always the same dream, always the same dang time." I mumbled to myself. I was so used to getting up or waking up this early that I went ahead and got up for the day.