Chapter 1- Parties

So the night that it all began, I was at a party, and it was HECTIC... How hectic? Well let's just say that I don't remember much of it...

I walked up the driveway in my best dress. It was a blue one shoulder dress; it went to my mid thighs and was a dress that could be seen as both loose and tight. This dress was my favourite because it really brought out my eyes.

"Britt! You're finally here!" I looked over to see Blaine, my best gay and also host of the party, walking up to me. He was wearing red jeans and a black button up shirt. "I was starting to think that you had blown me off!"

"Aww, Blainey-pie. You know that I would never miss one of your parties! And how are you managing to get away with having the music turned up this loud? I am practically shouting here!"

"I have my way ways."

"Good enough for me! Now I wantz ta getz ma drank on!" I said in my best gangster voice.

"No Britt. Just no."

"Oh hurry up!" I said as I entered the kitchen. I looked back at Blaine and shouted, "SHOTS?!"

"HELLS YEAH!" He passed me four shots. I downed the first three and waited for him to catch up so that we could take the fourth together.

"3,2,1" I lifted the shot up to my mouth and chugged it down.

That's where I blacked out. Now for me to tell you this story I am going to have to tell you a bit about myself, my family, and my friends. My name is Brittany S. Pierce . I am 17 years old and live in Lima, Ohio with my mum, my dad and my little sister. I am in the glee club at my school, mostly for the dancing. I am head cheerleader, but no, I could not give a damn about my status at school, I do things for the fun of it, I mean what's the point in doing anything if you don't have fun doing it? I have two best friends- Blaine, who I met due to the glee club, and Quinn, she is a cheerleader as well but she sticks up for all of the geeks and nerds who get bullied. I have blonde hair and blue eyes and love to dance but back to that night...

"I LOVE YOU SOO FRIGGIN MUCH BLAINE!"

"WOAH! Quinn, I know that I am hot and all but you know that I swing the other way!" Blaine had some muscles, let's just say that he is not your typical gay, he has dark brown hair with brown eyes and is a tanned colour and is indeed hot.

"Shut up Blaine! You know that that's not how I meant it." I looked over to see Quinn leaving behind a very disappointed looking guy. Damn! Even while drunk Q manages to leave guys heartbroken. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't do it on purpose, it's just that most guys fall in love with her at first sight. Quinn is indeed model material, she has a nice short sandy blonde hair cut to look messy at the back and sweet at the front. She has light hazel-green eyes with pale yet not pasty looking skin. In short, she was the epitome of an angel, completely innocent, but beautiful enough to be the devil.

"Hey Q, what do you say that we start walking home?" I asked her, I could tell that she was drunk out of her mind and knew that it was best if she had some water and slept it off.

"Sure."

"So Q... do you still have a thing for that chick Rachel?" I smirked knowing that she would immediately defend herself.

"SHUT UP! How many times do I have to tell you to keep quiet about that?" She practically killed me with her eyes.

"SORRY! I forgot!" I explained, hoping that she wouldn't turn into her usual angry drunk.

We started walking back home and once we got to her house I told her to go straight to bed and headed towards my house, this is where things got interesting...

Lima is a pretty small town. Everybody knows everybody and the second something even remotely interesting happens it spreads like wild fire. There was not a thing in this town that more than one person didn't know of. This meant that everyone was really close together so I had nothing to worry about walking home at 2 in the morning drunk, right? I mean I am literally 5 blocks away from Bkaine's house and 2 away from Quinn. Walking home at night is a thing that I am used to, for me it has become routine. Walk to Q's house, walk one block further, cut through the park, cross the street and voila, I am home. Nothing else had EVER happened before. But like I said before, this IS the night that it all began, something is BOUND to change. Well nothing out of the ordinary happened until I got to the park...

I have always loved the fresh night air on my face after a party. I find it relaxing. But the thing I love the most is to walk through the park at night and reflect on any new things that I had learnt. The park always helps me incorporate it all into my way of thinking. So as I took my first steps onto the soft grass of the field with the flowers in the far south corner and the kids play equipment to the north, the game ground in the middle and the trees all around, I sighed happily, content with my life. I started heading towards the trees because my house is right across from them. I don't know why people always say that trees are creepy at night, I suppose that they can be, but because I see them every day and every night I guess that I am just used to them. I reached the trees and stood on something that made me fall flat on my back. I looked towards where the object was and tried to make out what it could be. After a while I realised that it was a football. I made my way towards it so that I could put it in plain sight for the owner to see but as I reached my hand out I noticed something else. Level with the space above my head was a pair of human-like eyes. Golden, honeysuckle, warm inviting eyes. At least that what you would think of if you didn't know eyes like I do. I noticed the hint of blackness to them. The way they would pierce my soul. The way that the eyes conveyed an emotion that if turned into sounds, could only be a menacing growl. The way that the eyes created a false sense of security. I could see the way that the eyes were neither dog, nor human but somewhere in-between. I could see that the eyes were out for blood. And by the way they were looking at me meant only one thing... I was their next target.

The thing with the eyes started moving towards me. The closer it got the more I could see, like its snout, or its animal fangs. This was a wolf, but in no way was it ordinary. It was organised, it knew how I would react in only a way that a human could know, and was about twice the size of a normal wolf. I started backing up faster but realised soon enough that that was a bad idea. It looked even angrier and if possible even more determined than before. It started getting ready to pounce when there was a noise behind it. I saw something large hit the wolf's back and toss it away. It was another wolf. The two wolves stared at each other for what seemed like hours until the original glared at the newcomer in defiance but backed away as if to say that it would complete its duty. The newcomer stared it down until it finally sprinted off into the park woods, howling into the night-time, and then the newcomer turned to look at me.

I looked at its eyes hoping to find out more about these wolves but instead I was stunned to find that I recognised the eyes. I knew that nobody I knew had these eyes but they just felt familiar, as if they have been there all along. These eyes were completely different. They were a deep brown, they still had gold specks through them though, but they were literally warm and radiant, again they had the hint of darkness but these eyes looked as if they would fight that darkness to their dying days. These eyes were alive, they were comfort. And they looked like dark chocolate.

The newcomer stared at me intensely until it waved its head towards my house. It looked at me meaningfully turned to look into the woods then back at me. I knew instantly what it was trying to say – I should go home before it comes back, because there was no question of if, only when. I nodded slowly to show that I understood then stood up and took a step. I was surprised to find that the wolf's actions mirrored mine but I decided to over look it and kept walking. I felt strange walking next to this wolf. Not because it was a wolf, or even that it was massive. I felt strange because in this moment, right now, I had never felt so at peace, never before been so complete. When I started crossing the street I felt something inside me tug me back towards the park. That is when I realised that the wolf had stopped at the end of the grass. For a moment I panicked, wondering what it was that had made it stop, then I realised that it was still watching me; in fact it was watching me curiously. I realised that it was confused because not only had I stopped walking, but I had started to clutch at my chest. I heard myself cry out in pain before my sight was blocked by a bundle of fur and chocolate eyes. I slowly sat up and realised that the pain in my chest was gone. I was starting to freak out at the fact that somehow, I wasn't scared at all, no matter how many things have happened to me. I run back inside desperate to get away from everything. I fell asleep that night dreaming of those eyes.