the girl who cried wolf|Wattys 2015

the girl who cried wolf: five

Note// so I know that youre all like 'tatoos omg that's so stephanie meyer' and I agree. Im a vamp girl btdubs, but there was something about the tattoos that I liked when it came to the wolves in twilight. I don't know, it just signifies being tied together and like brotherhood and its such a cool way to represent being a part of something, so I decided to use that as well ^^ I just wanted to mention it so people didn't like tell me in comments or anything. Anyhoot, enjoy <33

five: getting answers

When Nurse Ida informed me that my mom was on her way I exhaled a sigh I hadn't been aware I kept in. My head was hurting from both the bump and what Mason had said, or maybe what Mason had left unsaid. What was the big deal about the wolf and it biting me. Did it infect me with rabies that lay dormant in my body until now? Was I going to become so sickly child who died because of some bite? Complete. That made me snort, I'd have to wait for the disease to completely take over my system before things would make sense, maybe.

Whatever the issue was, there was no doubt that my birthday was just made of a series of truly unfortunate events that could rival the Baudelaire children.

"Lucy, your mother's outside." With a sigh I gathered my coat and bag and headed out of the nurse's office. My mother looked spooked which was strange because rarely did she have a hair out of place. But there was something behind her light grey eyes and the way her blonde hair recklessly fell from her usually swept back bun. Seeing me only added to the sullen expression that lied on her face.

"Oh dear, what happened?" I felt better with my head against my mother's chest. She always had the same scent of cherry blossoms; it was sweet and yet spicy at the same time. Usually it was subtle, like the last remains of perfume sprayed in the air. Today it was especially strong, as if I were surrounded by a field f the beautiful flowers.

"I fell," I said, "and hit my head against the desk. It's not bad, but my head has been hurting. I don't think I can make it through the day."

"You sure this isn't some trick to find out what your gift is?" Mom teased as she gently an her hand over the bandage.

"Promise. I wouldn't go through all this trouble." I cracked a small smile, thankful that Mom was making this easier to bear with. Together we headed out of the warm office. I braced myself for the cold.

"Well, you're going to love this one we think." By the time we reached Mom's Toyota I was becoming hot beneath the coat and jumper I wore and began to take it off once inside the car. "The day isn't over yet. It'll get better."

I'd decided to take a nap when I got home. Mom gave an aspirin and said she would check up on me every now and then. She said I needed rest and I couldn't have agreed more with her.

Once inside my bedroom, I kicked off my boots and climbed under the white sheets, closing my eyes tightly. With the slight thrumming in my head acting as lullaby I eventually fell asleep.

I was in the forest again, moonlight washing over me. I wasn't alone. Staring into the darkness I was aware of a figure that hunched between the clusters of trees. Slowly the figure came from the shadows. Mason looked disheveled. There were leaves in his hair and his body glistened with sweat. Id only noticed then that he was naked and while in the real world I would be a fit of nerves and trying to cover my eyes; I was more than comfortable with his nudity. He was fit and muscular, his body well toned. On his upper arm was a tattoo. It was three rings, maybe an inch wide that encompassed each other, little lines that looked like words in a different language were written inside the circles in white ink. In the center of the circles was a crescent moon.