Werewolf nextdoor

     Rain fell from the sky, pattering against the window as I looked out from my windowseat. I leaned against the window with my shoulder, brushing my hair back with my free hand as it fell in my face, ticking my cheeks lightly. Things are so different here. How am I going to adjust? I closed my eyes, thinking things will get better sometime. They had to. I could not just... just abandon all hopes of my former life. Silverton is peaceful. Organized. Cold and calm. A perfect place, right? 

     But... it was not California. Sun, sand, beaches, and overall fun times. Well, it wasn't raining all the time. You could go out; have fun, run around and be free. But here in Silverton... you were cooped up most of the time. Or that is what I was told to believe.

     "Caroline." My eyes flew open, snapping my head around, as blonde locks fluttered around the side of my face. I noticed Ben had a slightly shocked look on his face as he hesitated with speaking, eyes raking over my face swiftly before he spoke. "I didn't mean to wake you." He said softly, letting his free hand fall to his side carefully. "It's okay." I replied swiftly. Even though I wish I was still asleep. He handed me a cup of coffee. I nodded my thanks and sipped it, as my head and eyes averted his gaze, and to the window once more. The rain had turned to a light drizzle. I pondered, glancing at the phone beside me and back to the window. I finally decided that it was time to d something in this town.

     Oh well. A walk seemed good enough. I reached out one arm to place the coffee mug on the side of the windowcill, and swiftly, I swung my legs to the side, swivling my whole body around. Which was still stiff from carrying heavy boxes of I-don't-fucking-know.

     I got up and placed my hands on the small of my back, stretching. And quickly, I scurried over to the front door. In the corner of my vision, I noticed as my dog ran up to me, claws tapping against the wood floor, her tail wagging excitedly as her milky brown eyes turned up to mine. I gave her a smypathetic look. "Sorry girl, not today." I pat her on the head, and bent down to slip my flats on. Reaching up with an arm, I snatched up the coat off of the rack, and curved my shoulders in, letting my arms slide in effortlessly. Reaching up to puff of the collar of the coat, I headed out, ducking my head as I felt the light drizzle of rain from whence I stepped away from the porch.

     Silently I marveled at the quietness of Silverton—the rain-pattered sidewalks and puddles as far as the eye could see. A small urge pressed within me to be a kid again. To jump in the puddles and let out a cry of joy.

     But I didn't. The childish feeling died quickly, as my gaze straightened, eyes squinting.

     Walking down the street at an average pace, my breaths puffed out and crystalized within moments. That is when I realized about five kids on bikes and scooters were rushing towards me. On the sidewalk, when the road had no cars, as I observed. And that's when I realized, to my dismay: The sidewalk wasn't big enough for all of us. Right about when I stepped out to move, my fucking leg flexed out, making my whole body twist at an awkward angle, as it jutted out. A kid ran into my side, and I toppled over, grabbing the hedges with shaking hands, like it was the only thing that could save me at that very moment,

     "Shit!Fucking,you little—!" I paused to glare over, shouting in a trait that never showed—well, when I was with Ben anyways—"You little pricks!" But they probably didn't hear me. Too busy chortling. Good for them. And I realized that my hands stung, like I'd just pushed them across a bed of nails. I lifed them up, just to realize the bush I had grabbed was thorny. Brambles, maybe? I didn't know. I moaned, letting my eyes close, as I could feel the wind buffer against my clothes, giving me goosebumps. Giving an exasperated sigh, I decided I'd wait. Just...wait. For a prince charming? No. Someone who could help me up, I suppose. But what I said before...scratch that.

     And to my dismay—meaning luck to all the simple folk—someone's hands curled under my armpits, and hoisted me up. Yeah, that hurts fucker. And I gave a scowl. It's not like I was going to look at him.

     But I found that my eyes had turned up towards this person with slight interest. And it was too late to look away. I've never found myself fawning over someone in my life. He was...he was...the only word I could describe him as is that he was beautiful. Can he not be like that? Because my staring was making him uncomfortable. That's what I wanted to believe, anyways.

     He gave a radiant smile, beaming, with glowing white teeth, and dimples. Dimples. I loved dimples. Why did he have to have them? It was making me grow red, the longer I stared at him like an excited puppy.

     "You okay?" He had a handsome husky voice, little bits of discheveled dark hair falling in front of his eyes, giving him a rough look, but still handsome. His emerald-green eyes sparkled as they met mine. They were flecked with gold, barely noticeable, but I noticed it. And to me, he turned me on—yes, I know, I'm ashamed of it. I reached up to pull strands of hair out of my face. And I couldn't take my eyes away from him. "Yeah. I'm fine, thanks." Briskly, I tried to get away from his grasp, and this handsome man was willing to let me wiggle free. Pressing my lips into a flat line, I gave a small sigh, turning around to look at him. I was tall, but he was humongus. I was only 5'10, and he was roughly about 6'5. He held out his hand, reaching over towards me carefully. His smile had vanished, leaving a hard, chissled, and strong face. "I'm Kian." Irish. Irish accent. Could he be better?

     Maybe he could be an angel. That would be amazing. I mean barely anyone could look like this sexy son of a bitch.

Though I didn't give away my name. I didn't phase me to do so, but I would soon, anyways. I lifted one of my hands gingerly. "I can't really shake hands right now..." I admitted quietly. Don't get me wrong; I wanted to handshake him. But approaching him with a bloodied hand?

Kian gave a tender grin, but not enough to reach up and crinkle his eyes. "Blood? Bothering me? It's fine, really. Doesn't phase me." And I know Ben who would back away if he were in Kian's situation. Ben. I forgot about him! I was...looking at this man and I totally forgot my beloved fiancee, Ben. What is wrong with me? He would never do this behind my back!

And I was caught off guard as he reached forward and grasped my hand. Soft, and not enough to stir up them anymore then they should have been. And it shocked me; I never thought I would have been in this mess either. But here I was with Kian.

And now, to stop me from gawking at him more or...doing something stupid, I sputtered out—and it seemed my body didn't want me too—"I have to go. Like...my ferret is dying. I came out to get himsome...food!And I got in a tight situation, so, it was a pleasure meeting you Kian, but I really have to go!" What a stupid lie. I could do better. Let's just hope this guy was half-retarded or something. Backing up a few paces, I looked really freaked out; my eyes were wide and large, as I could feel the tension rise when I averted his gaze, and turned around to face the right way, back to my home.

"Wait!" And I stopped. Dread filled me becase, A., I was a complete retard. B., I must have seemed rude. C., staring at him for so long ust have made me seem like I was crazy. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

"Caroline." Weither it was anxiety or jitters, I sped up, skipping towards my home quickly, fingers laced together. The blood had dried about now, and it was caked slightly, but that didn't matter. I could wash it off later. What did matter, however, is that I met the most gourgeous man ever. And...I had a feeling I would see him again.

Silverton was a small town.