I was too weak to leave my bed for a good many days after my fever lifted. Over that time, I had many dreams, and each time I woke up with a happy smile, though I could never remember afterwards what the dreams had been about.
Finally, on the morning of October thirty first, I woke up, and after a few moments of laying still, began to get restless and got out of bed.
I walked into the bathroom and stripped down to my skin, throwing away my dirty clothes with a grimace. Then I waited for an agonizingly long time while my family's old fashioned bathtub filled with water, then poured in a handful of Epsom salt and slid in, letting out a relieved sigh as the silky water warmed my skin.
I leaned my head back against the edge of the tub and closed my eyes.
"Hey mom" I said cheerfully as I entered the kitchen.
My mother smiled at me from where she stood by the table, fiddling with the contents of a basket.
"I'm glad to see you're up." she said.
"You Grandmother gave me a phone call to tell me that she's fallen ill, so she can't come visit today. I was thinking we could surprise her with a basket of sweets."
I peered into the basket.
Inside was a large assortment of delicious sweets. Jam doughnuts, cinnamon buns, raisin bread and chocolate cookies.
I swallowed down my hunger.
"I'll take it too her" I offered.
My mother frowned.
"I'll be fine. I feel so much better, and a little walk would be good for me don't you think?"
My mother shook her head.
"But you would have to go through the forest, and November fifth is only a few days away-"
"Mom" I stopped her.
"I will be fine. Even if I was to be chosen, the Werewolves only fetch their mates on the Fifth. And as long as I stay on the path, I won't be in any danger."
After about twenty minuets of convincing arguments, my mother finally agreed to let me go.
I put on my favorite red hooded coat and tucked the basket under my arm.
"Make absolute sure you stay on the path, and don't eat your Grandmothers sweets! Oh! And remember to keep your coat buttoned up, don't walk in any mud puddles and- "
"Okay mom, love you!" I called, rushing out of the door.
As soon as I was at the edge of the forest, a took a deep breath. Even though I knew that the path was safe, it was still creepy, so as I began to walk along the trail, I whistled one of the songs I had heard on the radio.
It helped keep my mind of what could possibly be hiding in the bushes or in the heavily leaf crowned low hanging branches of the tress on either side of me.
Suddenly, I saw them.
Forget Me Nots.
A small patch of them on the side of the path.
Nona loved the small blue flowers.
I walked over to them and picked a bunch, arranging them neatly in the basket.
Then I saw the Marigolds.
They were only a tiny bit farther in.
Surely it couldn't do any damage. I would just grab the flowers and go.
That's what I did, only, then, a little farther, there was a large bunch of fiery TigerLillys.
They weren't native to our town, but that thought didn't enter my mind. The only thing I knew was that my grandmother loved Tigerlillys.
All of a sudden, I looked up.
The sun was now high in the sky, from where it had been just rising mere moments ago.
I looked around, and was greatly alarmed to find that I was no longer on the path. In fact, the path was no longer in my sight either.
In my basket was a large bundle of strange and exotic flowers.
I had no idea how they got there. No idea how I got here, and no idea where here was.
I was lost.
In the woods.
Trying to stay calm, I ran all my options through my mind.
I could stay here and wait for someone to find me.
Nope. I could tell from the height of the sun that I had been walking for quite some time, away from the path so there was no way that my family or anyone would just happen to come across me.
Which meant that I would have to go looking for the path. But which way? Forwards? or backwards? Or . . . maybe even sideways?
I took a deep breath and chose a direction at random, trying to tread as quietly as I could.
It was then, as I walked around one particularly large tree, that I crashed into something.
I jumped back, shocked to find that the something was a he.
He looked as surprised as I felt.
We stood there for a moment, gaping at each other.
Then he shook himself and frowned.
"What are you doing here?" asked.
His voice was deep, but smooth and melodious. Something about it made me shiver, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd heard this voice somewhere before.
"I don't know actually" I answered him.
He lifted a dark eyebrow.
"Actually, I'm a bit lost, I'm trying to find the path . . . do you happen to know the way?" I asked.
He motioned for me to follow him, glancing behind us every once in a while.
I couldn't help but stare t him.
He was tall, Six foot four at the absolute least, with dark black blue hair that fell in smooth spiky locks down to brush his muscular shoulders, which, might I mention, were bare.
He had no shirt on, and his skin was tanned a beautiful golden brown.
"So tell me, what were you really doing in the forest?" he asked.
"Don't you know that Werewolves live here?"
"Of course I know that!" I said.
"I didn't mean to end up here, I was walking along the path to my grandmothers house, and then suddenly, I was here. All I can remember before that was seeing a small patch of Forget Me Nots."
"I swear it's true! Any way, what are you doing here? Don't you know that Werewolves live here?" I teased, throwing his own question back at him.
His grin, like the rest of him, was like no grin I had ever seen.
It was wild and wolfish. His teeth were impossibly white, and strangely pointed. Something about his teeth, they were fascinating.
"I am fully aware of that. However, I have nothing to fear from the forest, it has been my home for many years.
"Wow, teeth" I said.
"I mean, sweet! That's sweet! Sorry, sometimes my tongue gets all weird and I don't pronounce things right" I covered up my slip and hid my face.
He grinned at me again. Something told me he wasn't fooled. How ever, he didn't revisit the subject, and instead asked me,
"So tell me again, where were you going?"
"To my Grandmothers house. he's sick, so I'm bringing her some sweets my mother made."
I showed him the basket.
Something strange flashed in his eyes.
"Your grandmother, Lunaria?" he asked slowly.
"Yes" I answered, surprised. "How did you know?"
"I . . . I've met her a few times. Well if she's sick, shouldn't you stay away from her? Until she gets better? Surely she wouldn't want to be disturbed right now-"
I cut him off.
"Why do you care? She's my grandmother. Any way, are you sure that we are headed in the right direction?"
He looked troubled, but nodded.
Finally, we reached the path.
He turned to leave.
"Wait!" I called him back.
"I haven't thanked you yet, what's your name?"
He tilted his head to the side as though contemplating whether to answer my question or not.
"Fenrir." he said.
"My name is Fenrir."
"Fenrir" I repeated. His name felt like honey on my tongue. I felt the urge to saw it again, but instead, held out a cinnamon bun.
"Here. Thank you again."
He hesitated, then reached out and took the bun from me. As our skin met, the brief contact set my skin on fire.
I gasped, but before I could say anything, Fenrir was gone.
Shall be edited within the next few days