Here is Stripped, editing and redone. Please review and tell me how you like the new chapter one!
Disclaimer: I do not own any idea of Annette Curtis Klause's.
She stood with her head tilted back to let the large snow flakes touch her hot cheeks and run down her chin, relishing the feeling of the cool water running over her skin. She spun around while the snow fell on her and the winter breeze brushed her hair over her forehead, tickling her gently. She was waiting to go on a run and hunt with her soul mate or as his aunt just named him 'her honey'; the one who made her life possible to live.
"Oralie, your gonna get dizzy." Her ears picked up his voice and she turned to see the young man with dark hair and eyes smiling at her. He was older than her, but his eyes held a youthful glint and a smile just for her; only her. She smiled back letting him know that the affection for her was returned. "Eaton."
"Snow matches you, Tid-bit." He advanced toward her and brushed snow from the red cheeks. "Aren't you cold?" He looked at the thin pants and sweater. "The warmest thing on you is your boots or your underwear." He ruffled her short brown hair. She swatted his hands away and giggled.
"No, I am fine." Held on to him. "Aren't you hot?" She looked at the over sized ski jacket that he thought must have been necessary. He always over prepared.
"Why thank you, I do think I'm pretty good looking myself." He chuckled at his own joke and moved the short hair out of her face. "Dear moon, you are beautiful."
She smiled and rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. "Not as pretty as you are." She teased back.
"Weird girl." He gave her eskimo kisses and then a real one. She smiled against him, melting into him.
He pulled away from her and took her hand, turning toward the trees. "Now, let's go-" He stopped and his eyes turned a bright blue. She heard it too. Foot steps. Then the smell. It was a human, with gun powder.
He turned abruptly and saw an old man with a long beard and a shot gun, a menice in his eyes and the intent he had with the gun known. "I finally saw you sonsofbitches, the real deal, I can get money for you and your skins." He smiled. The rotten teeth he exposed made her shudder.
"Who are you?" Eaton put Oralie behind him. She tried to peer around him, but his stance made it almost impossible.
"Ima victim of you damned beasties." He cocked his gun. "Me and mi wife Yvonne, but you killed her." The man advanced toward the pair and Eaton herded Oralie back.
Eaton glared at the man. He had to get Oralie out of there, before something terrible happened. One idea clicked. "Oralie, let's chase some rabbits, ok?" She looked at him confused, not understanding the meaning in his words. Thinking deeply and trying to piece the relevance to the situation and the chasing of rabbits. Her eyes widened and she looked toward the trees. Run, he was saying. Run as fast as her legs could carry her.
"You ain't ever gonna hunt no rabbits again, boy." He cocked the gun and pointed at Oralie. Eaton growled ferally and grabbed Oralie's arm.
"Now!" Eaton turned and began to run with Oralie in tow. She squealed and used her power of her wolf form to make her run faster, but her fear almost made her stiff. Bullets hit the trees and the ground around them, ricocheting and wizzing past them. Finally Eaton made a fast turn, making her fall and she crawled till she was at his feet, grabbing at his hand. He dropped to his knees and held Oralie to him.
"Baby, run, run fast and get to the alpha. I love you." He kissed her lips and then he ran toward the insane gun man, leaving Oralie calling after him.
She sat there in shock. What if he didn't come back? She stood on shaky legs but she couldn't run, it was more of a power walk. Her ears picked up the struggle with the two men and she struggled not to turn around. Tears brimmed her eyes and she held a sob back; she was so afraid, so worried.
She heard the gun cock again and she stopped as a shot rang out through the trees, birds cawing and flying out of the branches where they were perched. She turned on her heels and waited, shaking like a leaf.
She didn't hear anything. No breathing, no arguing, no guns...Her heart picked up pace and she began to hyperventalate. Her mind thought the worst. Not Eaton, he was all she had. She ran back to where he left her, but he wasn't there and she didn't hear the crunch of snow. The prints left in the snow did not indicate anything good.
"Eaton?" She called, timid and meek. "Eaton? Please..."
She heard nothing and it finally began to sink in that the worst had happened. She began to run full speed ahead. Her nose picking up blood. She stopped as she stumbled into a clearing, her screams not stopping in her throat.
Well, revising. Not all changed, but editing and polished. Enjoy.