Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Humans and Monsters ❯ Goal ( Chapter 15 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

The Pointless Disclaimer: This is my story and my take on the strange monsters our humanity has created. Reviews and messages are appreciated. If there are any typos or grammatical errors I am sorry. I re-read and edit all my chapters at least four times but it's hard to catch them.

Chapter 15

Elinore stared at the ceiling. The sock ball she'd made out of about seven pairs of socks was the size of a small soccer ball as she threw it up, and caught it. Repeat. It'd been three hours since her last attempt to open the still blocked door. She'd heard Gabe return from her disheveled apartment, and then she'd heard them talk about it. However, she wanted to know the details, disappointed that they'd whispered.

Her anger was only getting worse, as well as her need to see the day. Quietly, she walked over to the window. She wasn't able to open it, there was just no way. The hinges were broken, one of them jammed. For a moment, the idea of just breaking it came to her mind. She'd forgotten that this wasn't her house.

She dropped the soccer ball, kicking it around with her feet. A smile came across her face as she jogged into her walk-in closet grabbing a large comforter blanket she reached up and tied it to the closet doorframe, making a substitute curtain.

She dribbled the make-shift soccer ball across the room. With a grin, she pulled her foot back, and brought it forward.

It hit the large blanket, bouncing back to her to come to a slow stop. She giggled at her new game as she kicked the soccer ball into the fake net. Feeling successful, and daring, she pushed the soccer ball into the bathroom, across the room. Elinore took a deep breath as if she were actually on the field, making the game winning goal.

She jogged in place as she'd seen so many athletes do. Finally, she gave it a strong kick. The soccer ball slammed into the comforter, the blanket ripping from the doorframe and a large crack echoing in her room.

“Goal!” She yelled, throwing her arms into the air. Then it dawned on her that there was a crack in the wall. Fearfully, she stepped into the closet, just as the door opened. Porter stood there, worry etched on his face. “What was that?”

“I-I kicked the soccer ball and dented the wall. I'm so sorry, I'll pay!” She got out, still staring at the dent in the back of the closet.

“What soccer ball?” Porter asked, trailing behind her. She grabbed the soccer ball which looked more like quilt work. One side was made of a rainbow sock, the other a plain white one, a few different colors and even a sock covered in penguins decorated the outside of the soccer ball.

Porter blew up into a fit of laughter. “That's your soccer ball?” He asked. Landen and Gabe trickled into the room.

Porter showed them the soccer ball and she could tell they looked confused. “It's a soccer ball,” she clarified.

Gabe chuckled looking to Landen. Landen was the only one angry. Finally, he'd seen just how bored and antsy she was. “Porter,” he muttered, leaving the room. Elinore looked guilty as they left.

“I-I really didn't mean to do it,” she whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. Gabe chuckled, “They're not going to talk about that,” he returned.

“Oh? Then what? I know it's not going to be about my soccer skills, although, I hardly missed,” she added the latter part with pride coating her voice. Gabe's smile widened. She found it unusual how even without his werewolf side showing, his canines were still slightly larger than Landen's.

“Can I ask you a question?” She asked. Gabe nodded as he sat next to her on the bed.

“You're a different type of werewolf, aren't you?” She asked. Gabe's eyes widened at the discovery. He nodded, “Yea, I'm a natural.”

Elinore raised an eyebrow. Gabe chuckled as he swung his legs on the bed to cross them and look her directly in the face. “Many people think that supernatural beings aren't fertile, and yes, some of them are not. However, werewolves can reproduce, there are the natural and the artificial. My parents were both werewolves, Landen was turned, so was Porter,” he explained.

Elinore nodded, “That makes your werewolf genes, stronger, I suppose?” She added, her interest on the topic doubling.

“Yes, my senses are more sensitive, as well as my teeth, and eyes, they are carried down with genetics. I have larger canines are because they are formed at birth and not developed like Landen's were after he turned,” he added.

“I've never seen a human or werewolf with purple eyes,” Elinore added, staring into the violet irises as she talked. They were hard to look away from.

Gabe nodded, “My father was a demon.”

Elinore gawked at him, but knew better then to argue. She'd figured out a lot about the supernatural world since she'd been tossed into this mess. The last thing she wanted to do was offend someone. Again.

“Wow, that's interesting,” she breathed out. The door opened again. “Gabe,” Porter called. Gabe nodded to Elinore who gave a wave before the door was closed once more.

She was alone. Elinore growled, “I hate this.”

She laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling once more. For a moment, she thought if she stared hard enough a gaping hole would form and a male stripper would come down through it and perform her very own lap dance. She giggled at the mental picture. Looking at the clock, she couldn't believe at how much time she'd been in here. The sun had already set, her day had been wasted in this room.

The door opened, and angrily she took a pillow and flung it at Landen. Finally showing his face brought about the argument earlier. “I don't want to talk to you,” she grumbled out, glaring at him.

Landen clutched the pillow against his chest, closing the door behind him.

“I-It's your decision,” he whispered out. For some reason, Elinore could see how hard it was for him to say the line.

“What was that?” She asked. Smirking to herself, she found it nice to see him struggle with saying she was right.

Landen glared at her, obviously catching on to the stunt she'd tried to pull. “I-I don't want to be the one, I won't risk losing control with you. I don't want you with anyone else though,” he added.

Elinore giggled at the childish act of jealousy he was letting out. “Come on,” she muttered. Landen raised an eyebrow at her. Elinore rolled her eyes as she stepped off the bed and walked over to him. Grabbing the pillow, she threw it beside the bed on the floor.

She grabbed Landen's forearm and pushed him over to the bed. “Why is it so hard for you to admit I was right and you were wrong?” She asked.

“In my old pack, if the female was ever right we just ignored it. In fact, we'd just smack them until the lied, they were wrong. We knew they were right but it was rude to correct the males in the pack,” he grumbled. Elinore nodded as she unbuttoned his shirt.

His eyes widened and he gripped her hands. “No,” he said firmly. She stopped instantly. If there was anything she'd learned with her dad, it was do not disobey werewolvs when they said no using such a firm voice.

Gabe entered the room. “Before you guys go to sleep, I need to talk to Elinore,” he returned. Landen sighed and nodded. Elinore looked to him expectantly.

“Your apartment was broken in to, obviously. There wasn't anything missing that I could tell, it looked like he was just trying to get leads. Thomas also gave you an address on the kitchen table,” Gabe paused to look at Landen.

She did the same. Elinore felt guilty for having put him in such a situation. However, it was not her fault he had become so possessive over her in such a short time. Quietly, she buttoned the shirt up. “Go,” she muttered out.

Landen raised an eyebrow at her. Elinore rolled her eyes, “Please, leave my room. I'm not going to force you into being naked in a bed with me.”

The statement had her in her own state of confusion. How come a man didn't want to be in the bed, naked, with her? She didn't like to sound selfish, but she knew she wasn't ugly, definitely not the Helen of Troy, but she'd broken hearts in her life.

Gabe chuckled at the statement, crossing his arms. He looked as if he were about to tease Landen. Landen, she looked at the poor werewolf, the amber eyes looking so defeated. She landed a kiss on his forehead before giving Gabe a hard stare, “Please do not say anything.”

Gabe shut his mouth just as he was about to say something. Quietly, he left the room. Landen still sat on the edge of the bed.

“It's not that I don't want to,” he confessed. Elinore only gave a nod. She didn't care what the reason was, she just knew he didn't want to do it and that was enough for her. She grabbed a pair of pajamas and walked into the bathroom. The baby blue sweatpants hugged her hips, and the black tank top brought out her defined arms, and cleavage.

She walked out of the bathroom, “I'm getting dinner and going to bed.” her fingers wove through her hair as she left the bedroom. She pulled her hair into a bun. Gabe was watching TV. Geneve was home, looking at what seemed to be a roster of people coming to the ball.

They watched her walk into the kitchen. She opened the fridge. She grabbed the plate of frozen pizza. Then disappeared back up the stairs to her bedroom. It was empty once more. However, a new cell phone sat on the table and she grabbed it.

Sure enough, her last phone number was programmed and her contacts had been transferred. She dialed a familiar number.

Kenneth picked up on the other side. “I heard about your apartment,” he returned. Elinore nodded, not wanting to think about it. She bit into the pizza.

“Yea, I need a favor, I have a client that told me he's experiencing a haunting in his house, if I need you over the weekend can I give you a call?” She asked. Kenneth chuckled into the phone.

“Sure,” he muttered.

She signed into the phone. It was almost nice to speak with someone that didn't know what was going on. “Kenneth? Do you think about what went wrong with us?” She asked quietly.

When they had dated it had been like coming out of a shell of fear. During college she hadn't been the most modest woman. She wanted sex, she needed to feel needed in a morbid way, without sex she felt useless. Then again, throughout her teens all she had been good for was sex. When Kenneth decided to show her what a true relationship was she had tried to force him away, fear of being controlled gripped her.

“You ask me that all the time,” he said, but his tone was soft and warm. She had told him of her father issues. The man had been a sexual predator, tormenting not only her but other girls.

“... I know,” she whispered at length. She also knew the answer, but it felt better when he said it, it almost reassured her.

“You got over him with me, I had to move along, you began to see me as the boyfriend who helped you get over your dad. That's not a future, it's a reminder,” he explained to her.

She didn't reply for a few minutes. Her eyes looked at the cold pizza, it was no longer appetizing. “I need you to check out the death of a girl,” she gave him the address, “I'm going to have someone meet you there, his name's Thomas. Landen will be there too.”

She would have to make sure of the last part. She doubted Landen would want to go, but she didn't want to leave her friend in the care of a vampire.

“Why aren't you coming?” He asked quietly, almost suspiciously. She swallowed around the lump in her throat. All these lies were starting to get on her nerves.

“My mother is in bad shape, I'm going with Landen's assistant to meet with her sister over- over preparations,” she whispered the last word, hoping a lightning bolt wouldn't strike her.

“Oh shit El,” he used that damn nickname and she felt guiltier than every before, “i didn't know it was that serious, how could you be even thinking of work?” He asked.

“I've had a lot of time to prepare myself for it,” she lied again, “can I call you back for a meet time with them?” She asked.

Quickly he said yes, and she hung up as quickly as possible. A breath escaped her lips. She walked over to the window again. She could see the city buildings in the distance. It seemed so close, but impossible to reach.

She forced herself to eat the rest of the pizza as she watched lights flicker in the city, cars drive across the freeway that was visible from the window. She felt like a prisoner, even though she was being protected.

“You alright?” A voice asked from behind her.

Elinore started. Her heart beat racing as she turned to meet Devon's dark eyes. His glasses were sitting on the bridge of his nose. A look of concern on his features.

“You wanna get naked? We won't even have to tell Landen,” she added. Devon's eyes shot up at the suggested.

“I-I'm going to forget you asked that,” he murmured, but she saw a gleam of amusement in his eyes.

“Most girls love a vacation away from their daily lives,” he added, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“I-I need my routine, now more than ever,” she whispered under her breath.

“Why?” He returned.

“It helps me keep my mind from wandering back to my father, my mother. My days were so busy I didn't have time to think about myself at all. I loved it,” she muttered, her eyes still watching the display of electricity in the city. The lights were brilliant at night, the skyline almost enchanting.

Devon sighed, “You should create a routine here.”

She was scared of those words. “It's not well is it? You can't find my father?” Finally, she turned to completely face him.

The look of defeat was in his eyes. Elinore nodded to him, “His pack helped him clean up the ties, now they're just waiting for the time to strike. Right?”

“Even if you are scent marked it will be extremely dangerous,” Devon assured her.

Elinore sighed more to herself. There wasn't much she could say to it. To go back to her life in her apartment would be suicide, no worse, it would be a life of imprisonment.

Devon stood up, “We're still trying to locate it. Porter's pack is large, and powerful in this region. They will not be able to strike without giving away their plan and location.”

She did like the hope in his eyes, but she couldn't muster a smile. “I-I think I will turn in for the night, Devon.”

She felt rude for dismissing him so blatantly, but the news made her want to go into a hibernation. She wanted to go to sleep until it was over, until the cold time was cleared, and the warmth, and safety was back.

A/N:

I'm having trouble posting my documents up on MM. If anyone can help me figure out the issues between spacing between paragraphs and indenting, I would love to fix that. It's not that I have no idea what I'm doing, it's just that when my documents are posted those details aren't making its way through. I usually post .doc, but I would like to start posting as .html, if anyone could help me with the codes I'd be extremely greatful.