Wolf's Cry

Okay heres the next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews and the rates. Enjoy part two

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Thud
Lasha felt her body land gently on a soft surface. She dared open her eyes, which she had closed when she fell.
Lasha looked around her to see her surroundings. Her body lay on a soft layer of dirt.
That must have cushioned the fall, she thought.
Looking around she discovered she wasn’t in complete darkness. In fact, gentle silver light illuminated the inside of the well. Lasha looked up to see the bright full moon floating in the sky above her.
What the hell? How…how can I be outside?
Lasha quickly pulled herself up to her feet. Glancing around the teen found large vines growing down the side. Of course, the brown haired girl had no intention in staying in the well. She wanted to know what was going on. So far nothing was making any sense. With a firm resolve the girl started to climb the vines, which wasn’t easy. Lasha had never been good at rope climbing or pull-ups for that matter. Lasha cursed the years she had spent indoors comfortably getting heavy on junk food. Then again the girl never thought that P.E torture would serve any purpose in her life.
With much difficultly and an eternity (according to Lasha) she made it out of the god-forsaken-well. What greeted her, made the girl more confused. The well had led her to a clearing and surrounding the clearing were tall, thick trees.
“Oh my god! Where the heck am I? Where did this crazy well take me?” the teen found herself asking the night.
Lasha looked around, all she could see were trees, grass, and the moonlight shinning down on her. Lasha stepped away from the well and did another look around to make sure what she was seeing was real, it was.
“Okay I was in the basement of the school, then I fell in the well, so logically I should be still in the basement and…not outside! Oh god! What if I am dead…no, no that well couldn’t be that deep. Okay I hit my head and now I am dreaming. Yeah, that’s right I’m dreaming. There is no way this is real,” Lasha declared, trying to calm her down. “I’ll just wait here till I wake up”
Snap!
The sudden noise startled Lasha. The girl listened intently, but received nothing.
“Okay nothing there” she said to herself.
Snap!
“Is there someone there?” Lasha asked. What greeted her was a low, growling sound coming from the side of her. Lasha turned towards the sound, but the thick trees and bushes hid whatever it was well. Fear instantly grabbed Lasha, as her heart pounded in her chest.
“Miss?” came a sudden voice. Lasha let out a yelped and whirled around. A boy holding a lantern greeted her. “Sorry miss, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the boy offered. It took Lasha a few moments to calm herself.
Finally, she regained her composer and look at the boy.
“Kyle?” Lasha asked aloud. The boy before her looked just like Kyle, same shaggy brown hair, and green eyes. Of course, there was one thing that really confused her, and that was his attire.
The Kyle look alike wore plain brown pants that had dark brown spenders, and a long sleeved white shirt that looked as warn as the pants. To sum it up, Kyle looked like his character.
“Pardon?” the boy asked
“Kyle? What are you wearing? Where are we?” Lasha asked more confused than ever.
“Kyle? Miss my name is Milo”
“Milo?”
“Yes, and we are at Brandywine Creek” Milo answered.
“What! Oh, I get it this is some kind of joke” Lasha replied dryly. Wow Abby is going all out. But I can’t believe that Kyle would be in on it. “Ok real funny, ok so where are we, really?”
“Joke, miss? I’m afraid that I don’t understand. However, my name is indeed Milo, Milo Brightenson, and this is indeed Brandywine Creek. Are you injured or lost, miss?” Milo asked, looking rather concerned. Something must have happened to the girl to make her this confused.
Lasha took in Milo’s concerned face. A sudden feeling of her stomach dropping made Lasha nervous. “Your…you’re sure about….th…this…?” Lasha stuttered.
“Yes, miss” Milo was beginning to fear for the girl. She seemed on the edge of going hysterical. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, since he was eager to get home. The creek at this time of night was no place to linger, especially unarmed.
Snap!
The soft sound didn’t escape Milo’s sharp ears. They needed to get back to the safety of the town.
“Miss, it seems you are indeed lost and afraid…”
“Huh?” dumbly answered Lasha. Her mind was running on overdrive.
“I’m sure I can help you, may I escort you to town. It is not safe here,” replied Milo, hoping the young woman would come with him calmly.
Lasha felt beside herself. She didn’t know what the hell was going on. Her theory that the whole situation was a dream was not comforting her like it did before. She mildly registered what the Milo said. In any case she nodded in agreement and took the offered hand.
Milo led Lasha through the quiet woods in silence. Milo was glad that the girl didn’t make too much noise; he didn’t need to attract attention from anything lurking in the dark. Milo also wondered about the girl herself. He had never laid eyes on her before and she was dressed oddly.
Why in the world is she parading around in boys clothing? The boy wondered. Milo was tempted to ask, but decided such questions would be better asked in the safety of town.
Lasha’s mind was still racing as she allowed herself to be lead by Milo.
Ok, his name is Milo, he looks like Kyle, and he is dressed like someone from the play. But he says he’s not Kyle…so…what the hell is going on! Wait…could I be…no…impossible…or…
“Um…Milo…” asked Lasha timidly
“Yes miss?”
“Wha…what’s the date?”
“September 15th, 1772”
“O…o…kay” Lasha stuttered out. Oh my god! I’m…I’m…in the past! Hell! I am in the play! Dear lord why me? What the hell is going on!

It didn’t take long for the two to reach the town. Lasha felt the beginnings of a new panic attack. There were no paved streets; just dirt, no streetlights; just a few candle lit lanterns, and no numerous specialty shops; just a general’s store and a blacksmith and some roadside stands. Nothing was like she knew at home. Her town wasn’t this small or this crude.
“Welcome to Quinland, miss” announced Milo proudly. Lasha’s stomach dismally dropped again.
“We’re safe now. You may stay at my home for the night, miss. Oh! I never got your name?”
“Lasha” the girl answered without thinking.
“Very well, Miss Lasha, please follow me,” replied Milo with a gentle smile.
“Um…Milo…?”
“Yes, miss?”
“What did you mean when you said “we’re safe”?” asked Lasha. That phase had bothered the young girl. Was there some danger around, like in a horror movie? Odds were that there wasn’t some mutant monster here like in a cheesy movie, but to Lasha she might as well be in a horror film. She had stupidly fallen in a well, which a person with common sense would have stayed away from.

“Well…the woods are not safe at night, especially near the old well” replied Milo.
“Wh…why?” asked Lasha, cursing herself for sounding so weak, like some poor, dumb teenager in a dumb movie.
“Because of the White Demon”
“White Demon?” Lasha repeated
“Yes, Actually the beast is a large white wolf, however, everyone refers to it as the White Demon.” Milo stated, “ That beast has been causing a whole lot of trouble in these parts; killing livestock, scaring game away, and sometimes attacking hunters. No one is been able to catch and kill the monster. Some say that it no ordinary wolf, that it is a demon come to torment the town. So you can see, Tis pretty dangerous in the woods with that wolf around”

Wow this is just like the play’ thought Lasha. There is even a wolf like in the play. I wonder if there is an Elisabeth here too.
Lasha’s thoughts were interrupted when Milo announced that they have arrived at their destination, the Brightenson farm. I wonder if Milo is some ancestor to Kyle? ‘ Thought Lasha.

“I hope you don’t mind staying in the barn, Miss Lasha. There is no room in the house,” stated Milo sounded apologetic for asking Lasha to stay in the musty brown barn that is was in back of a small, white house.
“Its fine thank you” Lasha replied giving a Milo a shaky reassuring smile.
“Alright then, we can talk more in the morning. Try not to sleep near Millie, she’s a bit wary of strangers.
Like on cue, a cow from the corner mooed
“Okay...”
“Alright then, good night, Miss Lasha. See you in the morning.” Said Milo as he closed the barn door. Lasha could hear his footsteps grow fainter as he walked away.
With a heavy breath, Lasha resigned herself to a heap of hay under the loft of the barn. She really didn’t want to think anymore about her situation. She was mentally exhausted and sleep sounded good. If she was lucky the entire ordeal would turn out to be a vivid dream and she would wake up in her own bed. Although, Lasha had the feeling that this wasn’t a dream, and feared that come tomorrow she would find herself in the barn with hay in her hair and smelling like a cow.
Wonderful, just great I’m stuck in the past. I swear if I get home Abby will pay for this, seriously pay… The thoughts of revenge were the last thoughts that entered Lasha’s head before she lay down on the hay and fell asleep, happily curled in the warm pile.
Lasha was hovering between being asleep and consciousness when an annoying noise rose her from the barely sleep state. The barn was still pitch black with only the moonlight shining through windows. It was a creepy setting to wake up to, since Lasha still was silently praying she would wake up in her own home.
The annoying noise that woke Lasha up was scratching at the barn doors; it wasn’t light scratching like a cat wanting a door open, no, this was heavy scratching. A heavier weight was pressing the barn doors, enough to make the barn door rattle loudly on its hinges. With that realization, Lasha became fully awake. Something large wanted in the barn.
Lasha sat up, her eyes glued on the rattle doors. Her breath caught in her throat as her heart rate sped up. Oh my god! Something is trying to get in! Crap! What do I do! What do I do! Dear god it is like some horror movie. Shit I don’t want to die. Think Lasha!
In the mist of Lasha’s panicked thoughts, the rattling on the doors stopped. The teenager noticed this. Lasha concluded if she were a typical character in a movie she would cautiously make her way to the door, slowly open it and pop her head out to see if the danger was gone…and most likely be dragged out and killed.
Well, screw that! Thought Lasha.
She remained where she was. She happened to notice a pitchfork not too faraway, the girl made a mad grab for it. Successfully arming herself, Lasha buried herself further into the hay, in a lay in wait position. Whatever the hell it was that wanted to get in and decide to have a pretty teenage girl for a late night snack would have to survive an ambush with the said armed girl for a meal. Lasha would make sure the thing would have to work for its food.
Lasha waited, her breathing shallow but her heart pounding.

All of a sudden! There was a loud thud against the doors. A hinged flew from its formally secure place at the top left of the barn door.
Lasha swallowed a yelp.
After the loud sound, things were still. Lasha gripped the pitchfork tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest. The poor girl had never been so frighten in her life. Another attack on the doors like that one and Lasha was sure that the doors would fall down.
For what seemed like hours, but only a minute, there was another noise. Only this time it wasn’t the sound of something trying to break the doors down, no, it was the sound of low, irritated growling. Clearly, whatever it was had it with the stubborn doors. Lasha silently thanked the sturdy workmanship of the barns doors.
The growling stopped and for a brief second, Lasha saw something pass under the window directly to her left. The cow in the coroner stumped its hooves and mooed hoarsely. Clearly the animal had come unnerved itself.
Even though the danger seemed to have passed, Lasha refused to move from her spot. She clung to the pitchfork and looked around warily. I’m not about to end up like those people in the movies. Nope, I will not be lead into a false sense of security. Proclaimed the teenager in her mind. Indeed Lasha kept her sentry position throughout the night, however, to fall asleep a bit later still clinging to the pitchfork.

Soon the moon resigned from her position in the heavens and let the sun reclaim his throne. Dawn broke over the town, chasing the shadows away and revealing the truths the night hid.
“Miss Lasha, Miss Lasha…are you all right?’ came a gentle male voice that coaxed Lasha from her sleep.
Hazel eyes opened slowly, still weighted down by sleep. It took a few moments for Lasha to be aware of her soundings. Her eyes eventually met Milo’s concerned ones. Lasha first thoughts were along the lines of, Great I am still in the past; so much for hoping this was a dream. Then came the reply of last night’s events, Holy crap!
“Milo! Last night! There was…”
“Please calm down Miss Lasha. Yes, I know the White Demon paid us a visit last night. I am sorry that I didn’t hear him. Please forgive me?” asked Milo, very hurt that he left this poor young woman outside where that beast could’ve got her.
“Sure, its okay. I’m fine, a little freaked but fine,” replied Lasha lowing the pitchfork and standing up. She felt a bit ache from being in the scrunched position all night.
Milo in the meantime had raise an eyebrow to the woman’s strange speech but shrugged it off as some odd slang from whatever town she had come from.
“I’m glad to see you well today, miss. I brought you some breakfast. I’m afraid it isn’t much…” said Milo. Lasha noticed that the boy had some bread and cheese in hands along with something draped over his arm. “Oh I also brought some clothes for you. I figured you must be uncomfortable in the ones you’re in,” stated Milo with a smile.
Lasha was about to reply that she was fine, but remembered that she was in the seventeen hundreds and it was unheard of for a girl to wear pants. So to blend and not be accursed of being a witch and burned, like she had read in her history textbook, Lasha took the offered items. “Thanks” she offered.
“Your welcome, miss. Please come outside when you are finished, I’ll be waiting.” Milo offered before leaving the barn and closing the doors.
Lasha munched on the bread and cheese that she found to be very strong. Wow this stuff has bite all right. Well dud, it aged milk, from a…cow. She glanced at Millie. And it has never been filtered. Great I’m eating aged milk straight from the cow, no tampering. I hope I don’t get food poisoning.
Taking a few more bites of the simple breakfast she finished it up. With the food gone, Lasha then began to tackle that garment that Milo left her with. It turned out to be a beige old fashioned, high collared dress. With not too much difficultly the girl slipped the relic on. It fit well on her frame, but the teenager from modern times found the thing to rather hideous. Oh well…Its not like I have a choice in the matter, thought Lasha despondently.
With the dated dress on, Lasha made her way out of the barn. The first thing she noticed was the condition of the barn doors. Both large wooded doors bared the marks of a fierce battle. Long, deep claw marks were engraved in the wood and along the bottom of the doors some chunks, yes chucks, of wood were missing.
Damn, that demon thing wanted in here badly. Shit, this is from one wolf, wow.
“I like to apologize again for last night, miss” the voice of Milo brought Lasha out of her musings. “I didn’t think the White Demon would come into town and attack like this”
“Its okay. I’m fine, I mean it didn’t get in, thank god” Lasha responded. She didn’t want Milo to feel guilty.
Wow, he’s as nice and thoughtful as Kyle. They must be related. Kyle…I want to go home…Lasha thought sadly
“Well, Miss Lasha, since its light perhaps I can help you back home. Since I never seen you in these parts you must be from another town, right?”
“Um…yeah…I…I got lost the other night”
“I see, do you wish for me to escort you back home?”
“Oh! No, no that’s okay, I’ll be fine finding my way. Thanks for the help last night” Hmm…if the well brought me to this time, then maybe it can take me back.
“Well, if you say so, miss. Its been a pleasure meeting you, I do hope you will come back sometime” stated Milo
“Sure…Well bye then…” said Lasha as she made her way back towards town.

“Oh…Miss Lasha!” Milo yelled out to her. Lasha turned, “Remember to stick to the road, the woods are still not safe, even in daylight” he called
“Okay!” she yelled back and continued on her way.
It didn’t take long to reach the town again.
Okay all I have to do is go to where Brandywine would be. Gee…I hope that damnable well takes me back to my own time. I can’t believe there is a time traveling well in our schools basement. I guess fact is stranger than fiction.
Lasha soon found herself near the end of the town where there was a group of people ganged around something, talking amongst themselves. Lasha having a curious side to her went to see what the fuss was about.
Managing to get to the center of the commotion, Lasha was greeted by the site of a mutilated sheep lying on a blanket. The poor thing was really torn apart, parts missing and blood spattered along its wool. As a part of a sheepherder family, the site was distressing.
An older man standing over the corpse was shaking his head. “Damn it all, that White Demon did this to a good number of my sheep” the man replied, “ The whole lot of them looking like this here”
“It also killed four of my cattle last night too” another man said
“That monster killed five of my chickens,” a woman added.
“I can’t believe a single wolf could do all this in one night” someone said.
“Maybe there are more of the beasts?”
“Naw, its just that one”
“Perhaps we should set more traps?” the cattleman said
“Won’t do us any good, no trap can catch that beast”
“We have to do something”
“Its sure no ordinary wolf”
“I keep telling ya’ll” an old woman croaked out, “It be no normal wolf, it be a werewolf”
“You crazy, there is no such thing as werewolves”
“Then tell me why no trap nor hunter can catch it? I tell ya why, cause it have human intelligence. It be smarter than an animal, that why it constantly escapes and makes the lot of ya look like fools. It also never eats its kills. Cause it does it out of malice. Now does that sound like a typical wolf to you?”
“Oh quite about such nonsense”
“What if she is right?” the chicken woman asked.
“No such thing”
“I don’t know John, the things seems to be a demon to me” the sheep man replied.
“The Mayor said he has taken measure”
“That kook hasn’t done much since that accident”
“No, its true he is bringing some experts”
“Well I don’t care as long as that wolf or whatever devil it is, is killed”
The crowd agreed and started to disperse.
Wow, one wolf does all this. It’s really just like the play, wild. I wonder why a wolf would act so strangely. I mean it can’t be a werewolf, that’s crazy…well in the play…
“Tis a shame” a soft female voice spoke from beside Lasha.
A young girl not much older than Lasha stood next to her. Long red hair was braided, soft brown eyes, and wearing a green dress. “It really is a shame that everyone wants the wolf dead. I mean I know the killing of the livestock is terrible, but the wolf must have a reason for why it’s doing this.” She spoke softy.
“Um…yeah I wonder too, it is rather sad to kill the wolf” Lasha replied. She herself loved wolves; they are her favorite animals.
A smile graced the young girl’s face, “I’m glad you agree. My name is Elena, Elena Lasbard.
No way! There is actually an Elena…this is so cool, thought Lasha. In the play Elena was the best friend of Elisabeth and encouraged the relationship between Elisabeth and the wolf. Also Elena is supposed to be in love with Milo, but when Milo refuses to heed Elisabeth’s rejection of him, Elena betrays Elisabeth. Near the end of the play the wolf reveals his human form to Elisabeth and asks her to run away with him. Elisabeth agrees and tells Elena that’s she is leaving, but Elena knows that Milo will not give up on Elisabeth and so spills the beans in the hope that Milo will end up hating Elisabeth for her forbidden relationship. Lasha rather disliked that revelation in the play, because she believed that Elena wouldn’t do such a thing.
“Hello, my name is Lasha” the girl replied.
“I have never seen you around her before” Elena commented.
“I’m…from another town”
“I see, well it is nice to have someone around to share ideals with. Oh! What town are you from? Brinson? Or…”
“Yup, that’s the one, Brinson”, lied Lasha. In truth Brinson was a couple towns away from present Quinland. “Yeah, its far away. I better be going” Don’t want to dig myself too deep in this, thought Lasha.
“All right then. I hope to see more of you, Lasha.”
“Yeah, me too” With that final phase Lasha hurried down the road.

Lasha continued down the road for a few minutes till she found she was utterly lost. She should of known that the landscape is different in the past than the present. It wasn’t going to be easy to get back to the well.
Okay…I guess this the main road. The mountain is in the north and school is in the southeast of the main road…so I am heading south, so I need to continue south for a mile and then head east. I can do this, yeah.
Lasha walked along the road, trying to guess-to-mate a mile. She noticed that the past that she had landed in was in the same season the present was. No wonder we do plays in the fall, in turns out that the legends happen in the fall. This is kind of nice; it almost feels like home, well it is but not my home I’m used too.
Indeed the scenery was nice; the tree leaves had bright fall colors, the sky was crystal blue, and the sun showed gloriously. The air was a bit cold, but it too was nice.
“Okay, I think this is about a mile, so I turn to the east. I hope my sense of direction is working” Lasha said aloud.
The girl turned to the right, which she hoped was east. The steady army of thick trees greeted the young girl. It seemed that the teenage would have to brave the woods to get home.
Man, what a nightmare. Get a hold of yourself, Lasha. Its just the woods, you’ve been in the woods a thousand times. Of course, in the present there are no huge wolves that try and ram down barn doors. Get a grip, wolves don’t attack people unless they’re provoked, so I will not provoke it; yeah, just don’t make eye contact or any sudden movements. Yup, I’ll be fine. Gee, famous last words. Lasha decided to stop her musings and get on with the journey to the well.
Things seemed peaceful enough, the birds chirped; a few squirrels scampered among the branches, and beams of sunlight shined down. It was a very nice day to be out walking in the woods. Lasha almost dropped her guard when the sound of crunching leaves (that was not made by her) drifted into her ears. Lasha’s senses instantly perked up. Adrenaline started to course threw the young girls veins.
A bush three feet away from the startled teen rustled. Lasha’s heart beat faster as her breath caught in her throat. The fight or flight response was ready to make a quick decision on action in an instant, leaning to flight rather than fight. Then it came from the bush…a large…brown…rabbit…
The breath that Lasha was holding escaped, and her wild beating heart began to settle down. Relief washed over the girl like water in a warm shower that she wanted to take.
“You’re just a rabbit,” stated Lasha dumbly. Lasha felt rather annoyed about getting worked up by a rabbit. The rabbit didn’t seem amuse either, its nose only twitched “You nearly scared me to death” she told the rabbit. The rabbit turned its head towards Lasha and than bolted back into the bush and most likely far away.
“Okay?”
A person doesn’t have to see anything to know that there is a presence around them. Some unknown element alerts the body to a manifestation in the area, and the body gives subtle hints to the mind that there is indeed something there. For example, a moment after the disappearance of the rabbit, the fine hairs on the back of Lasha’s delicate neck stood on end. The tingly feeling a person get on his or her skin then appears. Without looking Lasha knew that something had entered her circle of personal space uninvited, and that scared her more than the incident with the rabbit.
All the previous symptoms of the rabbit scare came flooding back in an overpowering wave of dread. Keeping with being cliché the teen slowly turned herself to see the presence that was behind her. In that moment, Lasha swore that her heart stopped. Perhaps seven feet away from her current position stood a very large White Demon, with a tail up, snowy white fur standing on all ends, a normally white muzzle stained with blood, lips curled back exposing very sizeable canine teeth, and two mismatched eyes with a death gaze to them.
“Oh…my…god…” were Lasha’s only words as her eyes drank up the image before her. Somewhere in the back of her mind a thought accrued, no wonder they call this creature the White Demon…

Okay I need to stay calm, no sudden movement. I need to break eye contact. Lasha thought, however, her eyes refused to come unglued from the creature’s set. Both beings held each other’s gaze only one set of eyes showing fear while the other held hate.
A deep, menacing growl erupted from the beast’s throat. It’s body tensed in anticipation of attack. In that instance, all logic left Lasha’s mind only to be replaced by raw instinct. Some people may argue that humans have no sense of instinct, but instinct told the rabbit from early to flee for its life, and that very same instinct was telling Lasha to flee like the rabbit. Lasha obeyed. She turned from the great animal and ran.
Her heart pounded as her body propelled forward. Trees along with other underbrush blurred passed as Lasha ran. The wind rushed past her ears, but that did not block the echo of heavy paws thundering across the ground as the predator pursued its prey.
Things moved much too slow for Lasha’s liking. She felt like she was in series of freeze frames, moving but not moving at the same time. Some how the trees broke into a familiar clearing. Lasha would have never imagined being happier in seeing the old well in the middle of the clearing. The young girl slammed into the relic in order to stop. Lasha’s breath was ragged, her legs throbbed painfully for the unexpected escape, and her heart beat agonizingly against her chest. However, despite her poor condition, a growl from behind still made the teen whirl around quickly. Lasha took in the sight of the giant wolf midair. Claws outstretched waiting to welcome soft flesh and eyes burning with hungry malice. Lasha was so shock that she barely noticed her tipping backwards toward the well nor did it accrued to her that she was falling into the void. In fact all she saw were mismatched eyes staring down at her.
In the blink of an eye, Lasha no longer saw the wolf, but instead pitch blackness and the sensation of very cold water. The fright was too much for the poor girl that she screamed as she thrashed about the water. In some remote corner of Lasha’s mind she was relived, she was home.
“Lasha!” a voice called to her.
“Help! Please! Help me!” she yelled.
A few moments later something clattered down the well. “Grab it! I’ll pull you up!” the deep male voice called. Lasha fumbled for whatever descended into her prison. Her hands took hold of a rubber length, which was a hose. Lasha wrapped the makeshift rope around her arm. “I’ve got it!” she called desperately. A strong force yanked the girl up and soon she reached the top. Lasha scrambled out of the well and instantly clung to her rescuer. She was still considerable scared and needed to be calmed. Strong arms did just that as they encircled the girl in a warm embrace. Lasha felt a hand stroke her wet hair and a deep voice shush her, “It alright…shh…calm down…I’m here…”
If Lasha had decided to inquire about her rescuer, she would have realized sooner that she was being held in the arms of one Fang Linton, and that he was comforting her. However, the moment would only last till Lasha would eventually calm down and the two being discovered by the janitor.



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Okay I hoped you like it? The plot is moving right along. I hope Lasha's reaction to being dropped into the past was realistic. I didn't want her to totally freak out like screaming or anything. Oh for those who don't get the Flight or Fight response, its a Phycology term. It means if a person is encontered with danger the mind will either tell the body to run or to fight. Anyway reviews!!!

To Sonyasha - Thanks for the return review. Happy to hear you're still interested in this tale.

To Dream_Toxin - Also nice to hear from you. Yup, there is something between Fang and Lasha but that will be answered later. Yeah I write Night Tide. I'm still working on that (damn writers block). Anyway as for "The Ring" Yeah after seeing that movie I think ppl would be wary of wells. However, there is a reason why Lasha went towards the well and fell. All shall come together. But thanks for the review.

To Lemonique- Thanks for the praise. I hope it is well written for the most part. My grammar sucks. I hope you can read it alright. Thanks for the review.

To Kalima - Thanks, I try and think outside of the box. Although I fear that it sounds a little like Inuyasha. Sorry buy a well was perfect for this story. Thanks for the review.

Well thats all, hope you all like it. If you have any questions just leave a comment. It might take a bit for the new chapter. I will try to work hard on it. Bye guys ^.^