Second Chances Save Lives, A Marcus Voltori DDLG Story

3) I Hate My Car

I. Was. Furious. My stupid car broke down half way home, I could feel myself slipping, and I really needed some warm honey-milk to keep from crying and breaking something. I reminded myself to take calm, even breaths. My oxygen tank was only half full, and quick, angry huffs would only waste what was left in it.

"Aw what the heck, I'll freeze if I don't keep moving. I guess I'll walk to the next gas station. It's not that far... I-uh... I think..." I wrestled my tank out of the car, and began walking, the only sound to be heard was the crunching of snow under my feet and wheels.

I froze dead in my tracks roughly ten minutes later, my lilac eyes wide with fear as a big, no, giant sandy blonde wolf stared me down. I whimpered when it moved towards me, and I tripped over my tank when it took another, much bigger step towards me, my tubes getting tangled and violently yanked out of my nostrils when I landed hard on my bum. The wolf stopped, turned, and rushed away. My hands were trembling as I struggled to get my tubes untangled, and I was so focused on taking small and slow breaths I didn't see the shirtless teen running up to me until his warm hands closed over my own, causing me to let out a shrill scream.

"Ow, crap that was loud... Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, you're okay. I'm just going to help you get this sorted out, please don't scream. I'm not gonna hurt you, just let me-" His fingers had been swiftly unknotting my tubes, and I gasped for air when he put them back. That's when I got a good look at him, and my eyes nearly popped outta my head.

"Wh-" I couldn't get out a single word before a bone-rattling cough ripped its way through me, and I had to place my head between my knees to stop the world from spinning. I spoke once I was sure my lunch wouldn't come back up.

"Where's your shirt?! Why are you only wearing shorts and sneakers?! It's below zero out here! You're gonna get hypothermia!" I had already removed my gloves, one of my scarves, and had just gotten out of my overcoat. "Here, put these on now, before you catch your death!" Needless to say, I was beyond confused when he started laughing.

"Don't you laugh at me young man! Do you think I'm joking?! Put these on before I whoop you seven ways to Sunday!" I'll admit, I had retained more of my southern upbringing than I'd like to admit, and my accent was making an unfortunate reappearance.

Much to my chagrin, he laughed harder. "Who are you calling 'young man'? You can't be much older than me, you're what, sixteen? Seventeen?" It was my time to laugh, and laugh I did.
"Oh you sweet thing, I'm twenty-two years old! Try not to assume a woman's age, even if you think she looks really young. It can get you into some pretty nasty situations." If it was physically possible, his jaw would have hit the ground.

He shook his head slightly, and held out his hand. I placed my own in his, expecting to be placed on my feet, but noooooo he picked me up. How he managed to carry my fat butt and my tank, would be a question gone unanswered for quite a while; but his warmth steadily seeped through my many layers, so I wasn't really complaining. I looked into his chestnut orbs, and blurted the first thing that came to my mind.

"Meredith Meyers." He quirked a brow, and I found the action to be quite adorable.
"Uh, what?" I smiled and chuckled a bit, "My name is Meredith. Meredith Mary-May Meyers." he whistled lowly, looking at the trees above us, and up until then I hadn't realized he was walking. "My mom liked alliterations a little too much. By the way, what's your name?"
"Seth Clearwater, at your service, ma'am." Aww, a super cute name to match a super cute boy.
"So, Seth, mind telling me where in the Seven Hells you're taking me?" He had the grace to look sheepish, "Ah, um, one of my friend's dad is a doctor, and when I spooked you, you landed pretty hard. I don't know why you need a breathing... thingy, but I did notice it's getting a little low, and I don't know how seriously you got hurt and I don't know if it affects your breathing..." Seth paused, but continued with his statement before I could even open my mouth to disagree. "I know you got hurt, Ms. Meyers, I can smell the blood. Please don't try to deny it." I nodded numbly, and I could feel myself slipping even further. I snuggled closer to his warmth, softly smiling at the precious boy whom was subconsciously cradling me to his chest.

"Thank you, Seth. Karma will reward you for this." I felt his arms tense momentarily, but his steps never faltered.

"I'm going to set you down right here. Please don't go anywhere while I'm gone. You know the colors of my eyes, right? Well, just make sure you don't pay attention to the rest of me when I come back. Okay, Ms. Meyers?" I nodded, my eyes undoubtedly conveying my curiosity.

Seth darted behind a tree, and my morbid curiosity was immediately replaced with horror when the same blonde wolf came back out.

I tried not to, I really did, but another shrill scream passed my lips, and after yanking my tank into my backpack, I blindly ran forward. But as my luck would have it, I tripped over a nameless thing- it could have been my own foot for all I know- and I faceplanted the snow. I grumbled a small moan of pain as my tank slammed into the back of my skull, effectively knocking me unconscious, as blood began to soak my hair.