A/N: Just a story I'm putting together, mostly for my own amusement. Most of my direct thoughts are put at the end of each chapter, if I have any for that chapter that is.
Title: Wild World
Summary: Brigitte and Sam have returned 2 years after the Bailey Downs incident, now residing in the woods 10 minutes from the Bailey Downs town limits. Old ghosts and new threats are upon them.
Rating: T (Subject to change in later chapters)
Word Count: 1350

CHAPTER 1 || The Return

NO POV

Tomorrow marks the two year anniversary of the unsolved case right here in Bailey Downs which left four teenagers missing, presumed dead, and four cases of bizarre murders. A local Bailey Downs High School guidance counselor, janitor, and two local police officers were all found dead from what appeared to be animal attacks in the strangest places. Police reports confirm all four to be murders, but the case of the four missing teenagers was never solved. Let us not forgot this tragedy, this has been your Bailey Downs local news team and it is currently 4 pm.

Sam`s POV

Brigitte sighed as she scanned the faces displayed on the screen during the silence. It wasn't hard to guess whose faces they were as I walked into the room. On the screen were the faces of Me, Brigitte, Ginger, and Trina. Brigitte flicked off the TV and placed the remote on the table as I walked by towards the back door.

"I'm going for a run, you coming?" I asked

"So much for forgetting." She replied

"Let them remember, it's not like it changes anything."

"Go ahead without me, I don't feel like a run this morning." She said

"I'll be back soon." I called as I started a full sprint into the trees

It had been two years since either of them had been home. Two long years full of fear, anger, and most of all death. The pile up rate has decreased the two months down too only one death for each of those two months. We learned quickly that it's killed or be killed in this wild world. Werewolves mostly, we always seem to find each other. When I first found Brigitte after just over a year of searching she was being tracked. I killed it before I got to her knowing exactly what it was after, dominance. But they aren't always beasts. We met another wolf who hadn't turned yet. Told him about the Monkshood and helped him out, in the end it was too much. As soon as we got comfortable knowing we weren't alone, he snapped. Just another of many we had to put down.

Remembering back on it all has become less painful and I've become a lot less pitiful. The one thing that I have to look forward to is a cure. Find a cure, and live a stress free life with Brigitte. Brigitte, I never gave up on her. Not once did I hesitate in my search for her, because I knew if I did then I would be admitting to being alone. Driving me was the knowledge of how stubborn Brigitte was, she would never give up and give in to it. Somewhere, that's all I thought on my search. Brigitte was somewhere fighting it, she would have the monkshood and she would be fighting the beast. Of course I was right I thought with a smirk as I jumped clear across a fifteen foot stream.

Brigitte`s POV

Sam's optimism never faded, mine on the other hand … Well let's just say I was tired of searching for a cure after several months on the road. It wasn't hard to talk Sam into taking a break of about a month or two. It was his idea to come back here though, Bailey Downs. Sam claimed he had ownership of the green house now, despite the fact that from the outside you'd think the place was condemned. But I had to agree, it beat getting jobs and paying for some place in some strange town where we would be bound to meet people, who would inevitably end up dead, or worse.

The past several months have been a small glimpse into another side of the world for us. Werewolves just the beginning, in fact I firmly believed everything said to be mythical is real now. From the Vampire we staked to the Witch that nearly killed us. Of course it didn't end with that. There was the Werebear, the Incubus, the Demon, and the Ghost. That was the list, and the way I figured, if Demons and Ghosts exist than anything else must be possible.

The scent hit my nose before the sound of the door opening. My eyes jumped up to the door as Sam walked back in from his run.

"Want to go into town?" He asked

Sam and I had gone and for the first time in almost a month sat down in an actual restaurant. Surprisingly, like Sam told me all the way into town, no one even recognized us.

"You think to highly of yourself Brigitte." He smirked

"I'm more worried about someone recognizing the notorious Bailey Downs drug dealer." I lightly shoved him

Now after walking through the town some we were left walking through the woods back to the Green House. It beat driving all the way around when we could just cut right through.

"The monkshood won't work forever Brig." Sam broke the silence, which I was enjoying

"You don't think I notice our immunity to it growing stronger Sam? We've only had this discussion a hundred times."

"I'm just saying, we can't stop our search for too long. We don't know when it could give." He said

"Can we just worry about one thing at a time Sam?" I said

Silence continued for some time after that, until Sam playfully nudged me and smiled. Returning the favor made him burst out laughing as he fell against a tree for support.

"You know, this is great. After almost two years of driving and motels, being here in the woods is so refreshing. I shouldn't be saying it but it feels like part of my nature to be here." He said

"Race me back to the green house?" I smirked

Sam grinned before he took off through the woods with me hot on his tail. We may have not been the fastest thing ever, but we were certainly a bit faster than humans. If we were fully turned we'd be twice has fast. As I caught up to him he waved before suddenly he was rolling across the ground from mid run. Immediately I stopped.

As I turned I saw Sam slowly getting to his feet clenching his stomach with a frown and a man with a denim jacket standing in front of him. The man kicked Sam in that gut before Sam could fully stand. Sam managed to grab hold of the man's fist before he could connect with a punch, which left him open for a punch from me. My punch landed with barely any affect, the man then backhanded me and I lifted right off the ground. As he turned back to Sam he slammed him up against the tree as high as his arms could reach chocking him in the process. Sam kicked the man in the face and was dropped to the ground coughing. Before the Sam could recover the man threw him a good couple of feet causing Sam to roll.

"It's day time. You can't … be a Vampire. We'd smell the dead … stench off you if you were." Sam said in between groans

"I'm a Werewolf dumbass." The man said with a rather deep voice as he slammed his fist against Sam's jaw

I ran up behind the man but before I could do anything he had turned and booted me in the face. Then I heard a gasp and a pained screech. Looking up I saw Sam holding his hand to me with his hunting knife, bloodied, in the other.

"Are you all right?" He asked

"What the hell was that!" I yelled mostly due to my confusion

"I don't know, but I don't like it." He replied dryly, clearly upset, he talks this way whenever someone hurts me

"That guy …" I said pointing to the body, "Werewolf … was as strong as that vampire back in Toronto."

"As I said, I don't like it." He said more calmly now as he pulled me into a hug and rested his face in my neck

A/N: Yeah, there is going to be some twistish things going on, such as a random Werewolf attack, a Werewolf with not normal strength! What do you think? I've already got the main concept down for this story. I don't know if anyone will like it, but I personally love it! Let me know what you're all thinking.