The Choosen One, Chapter 2

Trin wakes up and gets some nasty surprises

Slowly, my eyes flutter open. A sharp pain throbs in my shoulder and i groan. I've never liked rugburns, and this is by far way worse than any rugburn ive experienced. Its like a blade slashed my shoulder. Ouch. Wincing, i prop myself up on my elbows and look around the unfamiliar room. Panic creeps in and, forgetting about my shoulder, i bolt forward, trying to escape the bed, and let out a yelp of pain as i wrench my shoulder. I flop back onto the bed and wince as i, again, hit the bed shoulder-first. Definitly not helping it heal. Ugh.

 

The events of the other night revive my memory and a shiver chills my back as i recall sharp teeth sinking into my shoulder. Doesn't make waking up in a unfamiliar room with a killer shoulder wound any less relaxing, but it helps, slightly. Last night . . . holy crap! Wheres Leo? Did he get hurt? Is he some where in this building? Worry adds to my panic and i just can't stand to sit still anymore.

 

I put on a brave face and try again at getting up. Might as well explore my new sourroundings. Hugging my shoulder, i sit up and gingerly slide off the bed. Im still in the cloths i wore last night, so at least im not naked or anything like that. That would just be too weird.

 

Really, theres not much to explore. The walls are a dull, peeling white and other than the bed i woke on, nothing occupies the room but a door. The wooden floorboards creak as i cross the room and just as i reach out my hand to turn the knob, the door flys open and i stumble back a few steps.

 

A man blocks the doorway. His short hair brushes the top of the doorframe and his scowls down at me. At least i think hes scowling at me. Hard to tell with thick-lensed black glasses such as his. Jeepers, he looks like one of those cliche men in black, but without the suits.

 

"Y-yes sir?" i stutter.

 

"Come." the man says and, without waiting to see if i follow, turns and walks down the hall.

 

With a glance back at the bed, i follow the man out the door and down a long hallway, passing numerous doors in doing so. The whole just of the place so far reminds me of a type of old mansion place, with its peeling walls and grand-looking baseboards with shiny brass doorknobs and some-what apealing red carpet that covers the hallway floors. We reach the end of the hallway and stop infront of a grand spiraling staircase leading down. Just like the doorknobs, the staircase is made from shiny brass metal painted silver and the steps have a red type of carpet covering them. The man starts down the stairs with ease and i follow. The stairs lead to a empty room with two double doors on one wall, resumably leading outside, and golden doorframes occupying the other walls. The man walks to the doorframe across from the doors leading outside and halts, gesturing for me to enter. Hesitantly, i straighten as much as i can while still clutching my shoulder and stride purpously across the room and throught the doorframe.

 

A massive royal-looking dinning table streches from one end of the room to the other and is covered on all sides with dozens of expensive-looking chairs, each cushioned with beautiful red cushions. A silk red cloth is laid overtop of the table, but nothing occupies it. Really, im content to just stand here and marvel at the table for a while.

 

"Like it?"

 

I look over sharply at the sourse of the sound and see a teenage boy slouched in one of the chairs, brushing a lock of black hair from his eyes and staring at her intently. He looks around sixteen with jet-black hair and soft brown eyes. Handsome, too, i noticed.

 

"Uh," i say, "Yep. Very nice. But i know you didnt bring me here to look a table."

 

"Smart girl. I guessed as much," he said, still staring, "Thats why she choose you."

 

His gaze was starting to make me feel uncomftorble, but i know enough to not look away, so i dont. Instead i glare right back at him and say, "Choose me for what? Who is she?"

 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said, breaking his gaze, "Some many question, so little answers. Do you want something to eat? They're ussually all a little hungry after changing."

 

My belly growls, begging for food, but i push it down. I need answers more badly than food.

 

"No. Whos they?" i say, "If it involves me then i deverve to know."

 

"They as in the Young Ones, newly changed. Which you are."

 

"Newly changed what?" i demand, my patience ebbing away.

 

He fixes me with his brown gaze and evenly says, "Newly changed werewolves. Welcome to the pack."