Songs of Red and Sorrows of Blue

Chapter (3)

Okay, it will get lighter from here on in I promise. This is a filler chapter of sorts, introductory and all that . . . As is the next one . . . It's boring, I know, but a necesarry if not incredibly longwinded introduction. Since this is basically a fillera nd so is the next one I'll uploaf the other sometime this week (whenever i can get get to the the computers I write this on. It's weird. I write on one, email it to myself then upload to another). Anyway . . . Enjoy, vote, comment and send hatemail!!!

SAM SAYS HEY!!!!!!!!!!!! Luke says this is sad.

This doesn't make any sense.

ARIANNA'S POV

            Owwwwww.

That was my first thought when I woke up. My eyes began to open slowly and the memories of what happened last night tumbled into my brain to add to the splitting headache I'd developed.

            “Hello sweetie! I'm glad you're awake,” the voice was soft, kind, female. I turned slightly to face a middle aged woman with red hair in a bun and big green eyes that were surrounded by laughter lines. She was beautiful in an understated way, wearing simple clothes and smiling gently, and her smell told me she was Wolf. I wasn't sure whether to worry or not but common sense told me I'd be useless in a fight anyway so it was better to watch and listen than panic just now.

“I'm Sue. Do you feel okay? Do you remember what happened?” her voice betrayed a hint of worry and I smiled and nodded reasurringly that I felt okay, “We're so sorry you were . . . Attacked,” Sue winced slightly as she apologised and I felt myself frown. The questions I should be asking had finally filtered into my brain and I licked my parched lips, ready to voice them.

“Here, drink this, it's hot chocolate,” Sue said, passing me a warm mug and helping me sit up to drink it.

Mmmm . . . That tasted good . . .

“I . . . Are you aware of the Supernatural world?” She asked hesitantingly. I felt my eyes widen in shock. We didn't speak of it unless we were certain that the other person was one of us. Ever. What if I'd been human?

“Earth Singer,” I whispered softly, my voice still not quite sure how to work, and she relaxed slightly before continuing on.

“Good. I didn't want to do too much explainig in your condition. You were attacked by a former pack member gone Rogue Wolf. You weren't bitten, thank goodness, but you didn't receive several serious injuries that had to be healed by magic so if you were human you'd have to stay with us for a few days to make sure you didn't react with the magic badly and become . . .” She didn't want to say it, no one ever did, it was considered a fate worse than death for all Supernaturals and Mercy Killings were common for the humans who suffered that fate.

            “Oh, how rude of me!” She suddenly said, smiling again, “I forgot to ask your name!”

“Arianna Fray. I'm sixteen.”

“Oh, do you need to call someone to tell them you're safe? You've been out for nearly two hours.”

“Ummm . . . No . . .”

“But surely?” She trailed off, her eyebrow crinkled in concern as she looked at me and patiently waited for an answer.

            Biting my lip, I confessed quietly “I ran away.”

Knowing that now I'd started I needed to continue and explain I carried on “My mate rejected me this morning. Not that I mind all that much, we didn't even kiss and he's bullied me most my life so it's not like I actually loved him or anything . . . Both my parents are dead and the Elders only kept me as my father was part Wolf. The pack didn't want me. The Alpha beat me and bound my powers as a Earth singer,” I showed her the bracelet and she frowned at it but kept silent, “He thought I was an abomination,” I chuckled mirthlessly, “The rejection meant I could leave and so . . . I did.”

            I looked down, away from her, ashamed that I'd just blurted out everything. she probably thought I was a monster too, or that I was weak, or -

“Well first we'll have to get rid of that binding charm,” She stated, cutting through my thoughts. I snapped my head up to look at her in total shock, “They're illegal for one thing and dangerous for another. Binded have been known to die slowly or go insane as the unused magic builds up inside them with no release, not to mention you nearly died tonight because you could only defend yourself in a human way against a Supernatural. I don't even wanted to think what would have happened if you hadn't been rescued in time . . .” Sue scowled at nothing angrily as she continued, “And if that was how you were living I don't want to meet this stupid alpha because if I ever do . . .”

“Um, it's fine. I mean, I'm away from it now . . .” I said unsurely.

            Then she shocked me, “Live with this pack. You're sixteen, you need a home, and somewhere to finish your education,” my eyes widened and she chuckled at me, “Well? You'll be welcomed with open arms here. We're only a small pack but we're strong and don't hold any stupid predjudices against others, nor do we beat people,” We both winced slightly, “Oops, sorry. Foot in mouth . . .”

            I chuckled, “No, it's err . . . Fine, but . . . Are you sure?”

She grinned at me, aware that I was going to agree to her incredibly generous offer, and nodded. I answered her questions about where I was staying and she went to sort out someone picking up my things and see about entering me into the school the rest of the pack went to.

            I guess this was it. I was really moving here . . .

            The door creaked open and a tall guy peaked his head in. His muscular body screamed Wolf, as did his amazing good looks, and he stood in a confident but relaxed way that said boy-next-door. His hair was blond, long and styled so it looked slightly windswepped and very sexy. His blue eyes twinkled when he saw I was awake  and he walkeed in to sit at my bedside.

            “I'm glad you're awake, sleeping beauty, you gave me quite a scare when I found you.”

            I stared at him curiously, his voice was somehow familiar, with just a hint of an english accent.

“I'm Colin,” he flashed me abillion watt smile, “Can I come in?” I nodded my consent and watched him saunter in to sit in the chair that formerly sat Sue in. He watched me. His eyes searching my face for something. Understanding? Trustworthiness? Was he looking for the monster hidden in my depths?

            “Sorry if Sue can be a bit overbearing. She means well, but . . .” he chuckled, “Anyway, as the Alpha's second son and the only one here not freaking out over the Wolf attack, not to mention that you are my responsibility since I'm the one who brought you here until you're innitiated in, I welcome you to the Moon Tide Pack of New York.”

“Thankyou,” my voice was soft but strong, and he nodded in reply, making it clear he knew I was thanking him for everything, not just the welcome.

“I understand that this is all overwhelming but I want you to know you're in safe hands. I don't know you well enough to say how much this attack has messed you up,” seeing my face he shrugged, “What, Dollface? I messed me up quite a bit. I'm expected nightmares for the next month at least . . . As I was saying, We're all here for you as long as you need and want us and hope to make you feel like part of the family.”

            He hugged me suddenly, throwing me completely off kilter for a second. I hadn't been hugged in years, not since my parents died. The affectionate form of contact was a strange experience for me and I just reacted by reflex, and I flinched. He pulled back suddenly and stared me straight in the eyes.

            I blushed and tried to look down, embarroussed by my actions. He must've thought  I was some sort of freak.

“I'm sorry, Colin, I -”

“What's your name?” he whispered softly, his hand guiding my face up so I was looking into the clear blue eyes once more.

“Arianna Fray,” I whispered back, my voice suddenly as husky as his had been.

“Well then, Arianna Fray, I promise you that your future will be good, and you will be happy.” He spoke surely, his voice betraying hints of his Alpha blood.

            As we sat there, suspended in time as our eyes spoke a language older than time, a language of understanding and friendship, I realised that maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out okay.