Eyes of the Serpent

AN: Ok guys, I know writing a review can be hard and sometimes you don't know what to say, but it feeds me. You can even leave me one, even if you're not logged in, or don't even have and account. My hits went up 180 overnight after my update, then an extra 100 over again. I know you guys love my story, but I need input. My husband does give me input, but I need reviews. I can handle constructive criticism quite well, and it won't offend me if you voice your ideas or opinions. If you think Remmy is a pussy, TELL ME! If youthink Josie is being too chicken for a new werewolf, TELL ME! If you have an idea for a canon character, TELL ME! If you think something plot wise needs to change in the coming chapters, TELL ME! I really need the input. Hit count and votes are awesome, but they only say so much. Please, review. I'll still post, but feeding me gives me energy!

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Josie had barely even realized she'd been stark naked for the entire scene. There was just too much bumbling about in her brain for it to take hold. That, and the odd power Demitri seemed to have, though mild, was making her feel at ease with everything, like it all was normal. Demitri had said something about it being a part of his abilities, but whatever it was, it was stopping her from being terrified - and something inside her told her this was imperative. With what happened at her in the werewolf den, being afraid or losing her temper was probably a very bad thing. She didn't know what to expect; she hadn't had a chance to ask what to expect. It was all so foreign to her; worse, she didn't even know what triggered her newly aquired werewolf-hood. For now, the smallest inclination of her losing control was a very bad thing. At the least, they would discover her secret, and kill her. At the worst, she could lose all control of herself, and wipe out a few vampires before they killed her - and consequently, make the already tense situation between vampires and werewolves worse, and break into an all-out 4 sided war.

'Well no,' her brain chimed in, sliding back a few days ago when Remmy had explained the werewolf to her before. 'He said something about transforming...What was it?..' she pondered, thinking back. "...it's induced from drinking the water in the fur or footsteps of a real wolf's fur or tracks....it has to be water that has traces of sweat in it, or it won't work...." she envisioned him telling her, in the car. That's right, she couldn't even transform if she WANTED to! Something told her caution was still important, but at least she didn't have to panic - there was no chance that any other werewolf was within miles of here, so her chances of randomly transforming into a werewolf was null and void. That made her feel much better; she almost didn't need Demitri's magic effect as deeply as she thought. But, sticking near him while most of the other Vampires remained unaware of her existence was probably a good idea - and her being afraid again also was a bad idea, especially if she got the urge to flee. Last time, that almost got her in trouble.

After returning to the room from before to slip into her dress, Josie took one last long look at herself in the mirror at herself in her pretty, glittery red dress. It was perfect; like it was made for her. She smiled broadly, flipping her relaxed blonde hair behind her shoulder. She almost - almost - missed her jeans; but, she could definetly get used to pretty designer dresses.

With a large effort, she shoved open the C2 door, and emerged from the room. Demitri had his arms crossed as he leaned his body and head against the wall, one leg bent and propped against the wall like many teenage boys would have while waiting for a girl. His head was back was looking upwards. When the large door clunked shut, his head whipped down as his arms unhooked halfway from atop his chest, and as fast as it started, the hawk like expression stopped. Actually, all of Demitri stopped, and a dumbfounded, almost shocked expression washed over his face. She almost couldn't place the expression, but she recognized it after a moment - it was the same expression Remmy had when he first saw her in her normal clothing outside of work. Demitri slowly let his arms fall to his side, as if he were attempting to mask the expression on his face.

"Well," he began, his voice oddly tender. "It seems you have wonderful taste." Josie smiled at his comment.

"I suppose that's vampire for 'hey, you look hot'?" she retorted, grinning wider as Demitri's eyes opened slightly. He was trying very hard not to look disarmed or intranced, but he was failing. "I guess you're just trained not to be so.." she trailed off, not really knowing the correct wording.

"...so new age? So...modern?" he supplied, grateful for the distraction.

"I guess that's a way to put it. Chivalrous is what you're being. Boys - and men - these days aren't like that. They all become competitive and aggressive about women, they think they're entitled to certain things, and they all pay attention to women like a steak. You though, you're not like that, and I guess I'm grateful for it. At least there's one guy on the planet that doesn't stare at me like I'm supposed to be another notch on their belt, or something to bend over and-"

"It is totally against my nature to act like that," Demitri interrupted, desperately not wanting her to speak of sex. He could barely contain himself as it was, but in order for him to win this one over, rather than use her like so many human women here in the coven. He COULD get away with it, but dealing with Corbin alone would...not be fun. He had to plat his cards right, not only to save her from Corbin's abuse, but to keep her for himself as well. She was a beauty to be enjoyed and worshipped, and that would not happen with Corbin. He would turn her into some sex starved whore for him who would beg and turn into believing she was destined to be his. He couldn't let that happen; but perhaps he was more matriarchal than Corbin. Demitri closed his eyes, and imagined her, however briefly, beneath him, moaning, clinging close to him; then the next moment, she was standing beside him as he sat upon Corbin's chair, ruling the Vampires in place of him,and Josie as his Queen. He would tempt her with such thoughts once he earned her trust, friendship, and hopefully, her affection. Corbin would NOT have her.

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I think you can do much better than me

After all the lies that I made you believe

And guilt kicks in and I start to see

The edge of the bed where your nightgown used to be



I told myself I won't miss you

But I remembered what it feels like beside you



I really miss your hair in my face

And the way your innocence tastes

And I think you should know this

You deserve much better than me



Remmy's MP3 player announced to him and his bedroom, after Lips of an Angel had finished. He heaved a massive sigh, holding back his tears. She was gone. Any chance he had of getting her back was gone. His Josie was as good as dead. He had nothing left to live for.

While looking through your old box of notes

I found those pictures I took that you were lookin' for

If there's one memory I don't want to lose

That time at the mall, you and me in the dressing room



I told myself I won't miss you

But I remembered what it feels like beside you



I really miss your hair in my face

And the way your innocence tastes

And I think you should know this

You des--



"Remmy?" a tentative voice spoke to him from the door, breaking into his trance of depression - though only barely. His hand flicked the fruit brand player off, and let his head roll over to look at Jean with a blank, dead expression. "Honey you've been like that all morning since you rolled in. I know it's hard to believe, but I think she will pull through somehow. If everything you told me is true, she has the blood no other werewolf before her has been strong or pure enough to live through. She's a smart girl, she will survive."

"She's with the Vampires. The second they learn she's one of us, she's dead." he spoke, voice as dead as his soul felt. "And I'm not strong enough to take them all on. None of the others will help me lead a raid with Ironpaw's threats and domination. I'd have to lead the assault alone, or-" he suddenly cut off, sitting up in his bed. A glimmer of hope and determination lit within his eyes. His movement caused his fruit brand MP3 player to clatter to the floor, and turn on. Journey's Don't Stop Believing came on.

"-or take over." Jean finished for him, solemnly. She knew him too well, and knew she couldn't stop him now that he'd slept with the girl of his dreams. "Don't get yourself--" she continued, but the whoosh of his fleeting figure passing him, flying down the stairs, and out the door, cut her off. "...killed." she exclaimed, bending over to pluck up the player from the floor. She shut it off mid-chorus. "Lord, don't let my baby come home in a coffin."

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AN:

Josie's Dress (Photoshopped; no comments on the photoshopping fact, please. The dress I created apparantly doesn't exist on google. Lol.)

http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y119/DiegoStarr/JosiesDress.jpg

If you want to see the main characters themselves, comment me your email. (I won't be posting mine for everyone to see). I won't upload or post links because I think characters should be up to individual interperetation, but if you want to see what I see in MY head, yeah. Note, they will be anime images, not photos, or realism, or anything.