Lea Mathews ignores the moon. (perniciously) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-01-16 11:56:00 |
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WHO: Lea Moon, Wolfy Remus, and Peter Pettigrew
WHAT: Attacked by moonlight, saved by a rat.
WHEN: At the end of this
WHERE: The Woods near the village
RATING: Medium-high: Blood, swearing, violence
STATUS: Closed//On-Going
Lea's world was in shambles. She didn't care what anyone had to say. She knew that others were hurting. She knew that others lost people they loved because of the ways of this stupid village. She didn't need them telling her she was being selfish because she was hurting. That was utter bullshite. They knew how to fucking love. Lea? Lea was new to the concept. For the longest time, the only person she loved with her baby brother. She was sure she loved Jasper, but she never said it, to herself or anyone. Here, in this place where she didn't live in fear of her brother, but where she still felt his hand on her, heard his words in her head? Here, she'd started to let herself grow attached to people.
Only to have them ripped away from her. What was the point of getting close enough to be hurt? Were those brief moments of happiness actually worth the unending pain when they left her? No. No they weren't. From now on, she'd just let the world revolve without her. She'd do her job and avoid everyone because it was easier. Numb was easier to handle and cope with than happy. Happy hurt. Nice words cut deep. She'd wanted to run to Professor Lupin the night that Jasper left, but he'd offered his place to William, and she couldn't go there. So she'd gone to the place where she and Godolfr had most frequented: the woods. The memories the trees held of the two of them hurt her, but she was numb with cold and numb with drink and she didn't care. She could die here, and she'd never remember it. She could be in one place, with Toby, safe in the assumption that Jasper made it through the war. Safe in not knowing about his fate, or having ever met Godolfr, or seeing any of them until several years and growth had passed.
She heard a soft growl and the snapping of twigs, but Lea didn't get up to do anything. What could she do? She didn't have magic. She didn't have her journal to call for help. She came into the forest with half a bottle of rum, a light jacket, and her thoughts. She knew there were wild animals around. If they wanted to make a snack of her, they'd probably get drunk off her booze infused blood. There was another growl, though it sounded like part whimper, and her head snapped up. That didn't sound right.
Slowly, coming out of the shadows of the trees and into the light of the full moon (alarms sounded in Lea's head) was a creature the size of a man but the shape of a wolf. A werewolf. She remembered the lessons from Snape when Professor Lupin was sick, and her eyes widened. She was suddenly sober, and the blood drained from her head. She was too shocked to make any sudden movements, but it--he--kept coming for her. "P-professor?" She stood and stepped over the log she'd been perched on. She knew it wouldn't protect her, but it put something between her and the thing that was Remus Lupin. "Professor," she said again with a bit more confidence, "It's Lea Moon. I was one of your students." She backed away an inch but stopped moving at a snarl from the beast. "Professor, please. I know you're in there. Fight it."
Her lip began to quiver and tears spilled down her cheeks. Tears that she hadn't shed for Jasper or when Toby left or Godolfr. All of her pent up sorrow came out in those tears as she watched the wolf stalk towards her. She held the bottle like a weapon, knowing, in the grand scheme of things, that it wouldn't do any sort of good against the werewolf. "Please, Professor. I know you can hear me. Please fight it. I can't disaparate. I can't stun you. You have to fight it."
Her words fell on deaf ears, ears that couldn't understand a damn thing she was saying. Her back was against a tree, and she had no where to go. So she closed her eyes tightly. "Please," she said again. "Please, please, please." She felt a hot breath on her face, and she tensed. She wouldn't open her eyes. She couldn't. It was all she could do to keep breathing with the snuffling warmth of his breath. She had thought she'd known what fear was, but nothing her brother could devise scared her as much as this did.
Without stopping to think, Lea, her eyes still closed, smashed the bottle in the general direction of the head and took off running. It was dark under the trees, the light of the moon barely reaching the ground, so she tripped over a root and sprawled head first. She could hear the wolf coming after her, but she couldn't find her feet. She couldn't stand up. So she turned onto her back. She'd be able to get better leverage with her legs to stop him if she were on her back. Before she could position her knees, he was on her. She didn't feel his claws slash through her chest so much as she felt the warmth of the blood after. She tried to scream, but it caught in her throat. This was a goddamned nightmare. Her extremities were colder than the air had made them. She had the vague thought that she was losing blood and losing it fast. She registered that Remus reared up for another blow, a killing blow, but something--someone?--stopped him.