Bewitching the Beast

Chapter 1

Hey everybody. Ok, so this is my first story that I have ever posted, mostly my mom reads it every now and then, but whatever. So here it is. Please feel free to vote or comment or anything. Just let me know what you all think about it please. I want to know what I'm doing right. And yes I do realize that my grammar and stuff sucks. English was never my strong suit. Up dates will be very few and very far in between so please bare with me. So sorry. 

Ivy

You know what sucks? Going to bed in your 2 story farm house in small town USA and waking up in a bloody castle in lord knows where. I mean come on ! I know I sleep like the dead but you would think that I would have woken up at some point along the way, right. Yeah, not in my lifetime.

It was a Tuesday night and I had just gotten home from a swim meet that was almost two and a half hours away. I also did some of my best times, not to mention that I had just sprinted over 500 yards. So, literally, as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. I didn't wake up when my mother and brother were screaming and crying and begging the thing that took me to let me stay. I wasn't awake when soft furry hands picked me up ,blankets and all, and carried me away. I didn't wake up when my father shoved a letter in among my blankets. I wasn't awake to see my father eyes hollow out and the tears run down his old weathered face as the consequences for his actions finally sunk in. And I didn't wake up as the beast took me out into the cold and unforgiving night. Never to see my home, my family and my friends ever again.

I did wake up when the sun was shining in my eyes. I started to panic because I knew that I was late for the school and I was mentally kicking myself for not setting my alarm for school. I threw off my covers and put my feet on to the tile floor... Wait a sec... when did my room have blue and green tiled floor that looked like the ocean.

I quickly drew my feet off of the floor and back into the covers not wanting to touch the foreign objects. To afraid and shocked to think that this room was not mine. After a few minutes I began to wrap my head around the thought of waking up someplace other then the place that you fell asleep. Trust me if it ever happens to you it really screws with the mind.

As the reality of these recent events start to wear off I start to notice stuff about the room. The way the tiles are laid out it makes the floor look like it is actual water, each tiny dark blue tile is a different color, varying only a little from the one next to it. i found out that i was sleeping on a sectional couch the color of a storm cloud, just before it rains. The couch was so big, and about as wide as a single bed. There were other pieces of furniture around the room. Chairs that looked like they dated back to a time when Marie Antoinette was alive at least, or later. Some lined in leather other in velvet. A fireplace the size of a 4wheeler sat in front of me. The sides of the fireplace were white marble columns that had ivy climbing up them. The doors were on the far side of the room by a book shelf that was full of seashells.

I looked back at the fire and watched the flames lick the wall and each other. Suddenly the doors boomed open. I snapped my head over to look at the intruder. There standing in front of me was the scariest being I have ever seen. His legs were like a wolf's, lean and jointed the other way, so that his knee was in the back. His fur was as black as obsidian. He wore pants, you know, the kind that all the guys use to wear in the 1700s. His hands were the size of a dinner plate. He carried no weapon, but his claws were at least 4in. long and razor sharp. He wore a white shirt made of coarsely woven cotton with a v neck. His face, if you could call it that was covered in hair and scars. Long ones short ones, some were like rivers running the length of his face and others are so shallow that you can hardly make them out. His nose wasn't human and was just as scared as the rest of his face. His eyes were the color of a wolf's. Sharp and clear, and the most brilliant yellowy green you will ever see.

He walked over to me and I started to shake. What did he want with me? Why did he take me away? I curled into a ball, trying to get as small as I could, hoping against all logic that he wouldn't notice me. As he got closer I could hear the clicking of his hind paws on the tile. I could feel his piercing yellow eyes on me.

Thank you so much for reading the book. I hope that you like it. Please comment and vote. I want to know what you people think of it. Not many people have read it the way it is.