The Four in the Woods

Alone and vunerable

As I've said with my other story I've kinda abandoned this one but comment if you want me to continue. Thanks guys 😀 p.s please check out my teen fiction

Jamie stumbled through the forest everywhere he looked he was greeted with identical looking trees, was he lost? He had no idea, all he knew was he had to find Lilia. He knew her alone was a tragedy in itself, let alone in the woods-for Lilia was your traditional 'dumb blonde', her looks didn't help-in fact they probably added to her danger. A typical blonde model running, lose, afraid and possibly angry from what Jamie had said didn't seem to bode well in his mind "Lilia" his voice boomed into the darkness, bouncing off the trees, echoing through the woods. Jamie heard a high pitched squeal, Lilia!

"Lilia where are you, Lilia this isn't a damn game" he shouted until his shouts turned to cries and his cries turned hoarse.

"Lilia please, I love you" he whispered falling down onto his knees whilst raising his coarse hands to his head. Pulling out his mobile, he checked. Still no signal.

"Jamie?" He heard a whisper, the words were reacted getting louder each time. Suddenly realising he was the mentioned 'Jamie' he ran to the voices direction, and there lying in the nook of a tree lay a 'blonde bimbo' frightened half to death. Jamie ran towards her, relief flooding through him, flushing his cheeks.

"I'm here baby" he called smiling gleefully, encasing her in his arms.

"Ja...Jamie...I saw some...something anddd...I...nnnnever wanna sssee it ag....again" she stuttered.

Confused by this he frowned he knew these words were scary but that scary? He brushed his hand across her cheek

"NO DON'T TOUCH ME!" She shrieked drawing away, escaping from his arms forcing herself closer to the tree.

"I don't want to hurt you" she whimpered

"Lil listen, whatever happened in the words I still love you, however mad it is okay?" He attempted to cradle her again this time she accepted, pecking his lips before deepening the kiss.

"I saw a werewolf" she murmured under her breath.

"I think Gregory's story got to you a bit to much" Jamie laughed at her, thinking of how silly and naive she was. At this Lilia shoved him away, and stalked back to the camp shouting over her shoulder.

"You arrogant..." Thankfully Jamie didn't acknowledge the rest.

Back at the campfire Lilia sat opposite to Jamie and next to Gregory, laughing at his every word running her hands up his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. Gregory of course had no idea what was happening and Violet was to drunk to care. Violet stood up swaying slightly humming random notes to herself barely making up a tune, before blurting out

"My turn next"

They all nodded trying to look as serious as the good.

"There was a girly calls georg...ie. How-no who live in a very very very very very very very very very very very very very very tiny village calls totems....burg. Her life was the same old same old same old every day-" suddenly something snapped violets face turned pale through her drunken state she turned stable

"I...I...have a story" her hands were shaking uncontrollably, her eyes were glassy filled with the tears that wouldn't come. She shivered suddenly as if a colony of spiders had scuttled down her back. The group all wore the same wide eyes and frightened-shocked, all except Gregory and Jamie that is-which leaves Lilia, poor slow witted little Lilia.

"There was a woman with three children, triplets. She was barely a woman, she was a girl-16 years olds if that. Her children were with the so called love of her life, the love that left 8 months and 3 weeks before his children's birth, much like her nonexistent father, but she swore never to become as stone cold as her mother, she promised to fit the wall -which she could never penetrate as a child-with a door. But how far could one lady take it. Barely a lady, a girl 17 years old by this point, if that. Everyday she was judged, who wouldn't judge a woman, no a girl with 3 talking children at 17 years old. Every night, she would sing to them whisper softly in their ears-but that girl was foolish as if kind or gentle words could change who you are inside. The children grew up and so did she, Dara, the eldest by 9 minutes, was manipulative and cunning as soon as she hit the road, she grabbed any man she could get her hands on and have a bank full of money by the end of the week. It wasn't really a business, and she never 'sold herself' but she did have away of twisting men around her little finger, though she shouldn't have been so worried about that one. A ring on her finger would be the prize for any man, the jewel ,the creme de la creme, the cherry on top. But she didn't want a wedding, Dara wouldn't success, money, pretty things-material things. She didn't want to feel it she wanted to hold it. She got herself in a couple of sticky situations, those were easily resolved though-she sold her sisters as wives, not for money, no, for her freedom. Like she wanted to be pinned to the kitchen stove and the mop! But she was 'the prize' and a young gent Kendum saw her knew her met her. One night he caught up with her in the street 'Kendum it's always been such a shame that you were one I could never grasp' she began without a care of how it sounded. 'Maybe you still can' he joked. 'Maybe?' In a swift movement he pulled her into an alley way, and as the moon was uncovered by the clouds spread across the dull grey sky, he sunk his teeth straight into her neck injecting the venom. She let out an all mighty howl, who would want a werewolf? Dana bolted the door her mother had so wisely put up, she ran to this wood. Picking up the strongest vine weed she could find, a couple of knots made and she scampered up a tree. Slipping the noose around her neck she gently lowered herself until her feet lost grip on the trunk, crack. The next morning she was found, in human form swaying back and forth from the tree. They agreed to bury her in the evening, but when they came back to cut her loose, she was gone. The noose was gone and all that hang from the tree, blew by the wind was a savaged piece of knot weed."