Into The Brook (2) ((Contains slight adult langue, so please don't read if you don't find it appropriate, Thank you.)) Chapter 2- The Journey Home The principal's voice came over the over the loudspeaker, " I regret to inform you of this," she stopped to sniffle, but continued, "one of our beloved students, and a friend to many, Tasha Beni committed suicide last night. Classes are dismissed for today, and councilors will be available. Good day." I burst out crying, as if the news were new to me. People came from all over the class room to offer their condolences, and then left. My best actual friend came up me. "Nice one, A. How 'bout my place?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded, and said my fair-wells to the rest of the well-wishers. He knew all about the community I belong to, because he was apart of it too. Byron was most likely the first person I came in contact with that is around my actual age, and whom I know is a wolf. He's also the first one to know that I'm one as well. We made the way to our lockers, gathered our materials, and left in his new Ford truck. "Nice new truck." I teased. He usually got a new vehicle every so often. Just to keep them off his back. As I looked at him, I took in all of his beautiful features. His dark brown hair, olive skin, golden brown eyes. He was about 6'2, and had a rare blood type of O positive. Not to mention he was a great archer. "Thanks, the damn thing cost me a small fortune," he cursed. I tapped him on the nose with my forefinger. "You really need to work on your vocabulary if you're getting reduced to use vulgar 21st sentry words," he took my scolding lightly, so I stuck my tongue out at him. He looked at me with a playful sternness and said, "Stick that tongue out at me one more time I'm biting it." Seeing as he was joking, I stuck it back out at him. He reached over and put my tongue in his mouth biting gently. "Told ya," Byron mumbled after I had sucked my tongue back into my mouth. I'm almost completely sure that my face is burning red, but he was blushing too as we unbuckled in his car. "Why, if it ain't lil' ole Avery come to visit us!" Yelled one of Byron's brothers. He was a huskier kid, about 11, 4'9, blood type A negative, blonde hair and emerald eyes. Also a total psychopathic back-stabber. Nobody much cared for him. Then along came another one of Byron's 'brothers', a little nine year old with shaggy dark hair, and brilliant blue eyes. About 4'3, and another A negative. I like Pier, the nine year old. But I couldn't much handle Ozzy. Byron's two older brothers, Mike and David, plus their sister, Piper were all listening to music. As soon as they heard my name, the huge family of people who weren't bloodline with each other came racing to hug me. "Heard about your kill, nice ones squirt," praised Mike. I had always been a favorite of his after he tried to rape me... That's one hell of a story, but off topic completely. He ruffled my hair and kissed me on the check. The nineteen-year old let me tug his semi long curls, staring into me with almost silver eyes. Then Byron put his arm around me, indicating that the intimacy was to be cut short. Mike winked at me before returning to what he was doing, and after hellos were sent around, everyone else split apart too. "Hey, A., wanna go up to me room," Byron whispered devilishly into my ear. He was a massive turn on at times, but too much of a teaseover and bit it.

Into The Brook (continuation of 1) I didn't mind the task, in all reality. I made myself seem very close to her for the public's and her sake. But I really did it for myself. Nobody would consider me a suspect of her death that would happen at 101 tonight, in the woods behind her house. It would look like a suicide, completed with a note on the reasoning for the death in her handwriting. It's a simple task for my skills, I think they now underestimate me. I went through the woods that night, formed into the creature. I howled a warning, as she fastened the rope around her neck. The note was perfect. It read: I can't live with myself. I can't believe I let myself get pregnant. I can't bare everything wrong in my #life so this is, like, goodbye? I guess there's no other option. It sounded like something she would write, and my ability to make her write it in her hand writing makes it even better. I had her staple it to a tree. She jumped from the branch she was perched upon, and the familiar snap ment another finished job. I padded the way back to my little cabin on the outskirts of the other side of those woods. I recited my speech and emotions I would have once I received the news of her 'suicide'. Just another restless night for myself, and another night of knowing they won't come and take me instead if my assigned victim. Another night of being cursed with immortality. Another night of being... A werewolf. In the morning, I brushed my long, thick, and extremely layered hair. I rested my bangs to block people's access to view my eyes like normal. Applied my black eyeshadow, black eyeliner and pearly pink lip gloss. I licked my raven black hair. It was sprinkled with natural brown, making it glint almond-ish in the sun. I threw on baggy black skinny jeans and a "DotDotCurve" band t-shirt and a pair of black converse. My style was complete, and I left out the door with a piece of toast loosely hanging from my mouth, and the speech prepared in my head and the emotions plotted out. I can't wait to see everybody's reactions to the news. Today is going to be fun.

Into The Brook (1) I started running up the driveway, but the rocks from the gravel were digging into the soles of my uncovered feet. My breathing hastened, and the blood from my feet trailed behind me. I was getting nauseous, but I had to keep going, there was no stopping now. Chapter 1- Restless Nights "Avery, Avery Summers?" My teacher's voice boomed across the classroom, as if everybody were sitting at least twenty feet away. Reluctant to use my voice to interact with him, I simply raised my hand and resumed looking out the rain drenched window. "Ah, mute as usual Miss Summers." And with that simple recognition, he went back to calling role. This isn't my first time going through high school. I just go through the motions, reciting memorized materials until I 'graduate', then wait a year or two and move to a new town or state, and on rare occasion a new country if they allow. This is my third time being reassigned to North America. I miss Finland, they never assigned pesky 'homework', and I actually got retaught things that I haven't heard in a while. They also have only hire teachers with masters degrees, and among those only the ones who represented the top of the class. What I would give to be back in Finland... "Avery, you awake?" Tasha, one of my 'friends', was trying to communicate with me, but I have no desires to talk with her. She is a blonde, who dyed her hair a vibrant red. She has hazel eyes, about 5'3, so very short for her age of 15 and a half, blood type B positive, and has had more sex then your classic 'hooker'. These are just the kind of things that they request that I know about the people I converse with, even if only three words are shared between us. "Yeah, Beni, I'm awake." I answered. I 'fondly' use her last name instead of the first. Tasha Nicole Beni is a person that they have requested I kill.