Jewelle Wildes

The feeling of the ground shaking wakes her from her slumber. Pushing her way out of the earth, she climbs out of the ground and looks around. She found herself still at the entrance to the cave where she spent many years with Cuda and te pack. Sniffing the air, she pushes vitae to her senses, heightening them. Her golden eyes see rabbits, foxes, and deer. Feeling her hunger, she quietly stalks the deer.

Quickly and silently she pounces on her prey. Biting into its flesh, she drinks the life giving blood, taking only what she needs before jumping off the deer. Moving out of sight and scent range, she stops and watches the deer, praying she didn't take too much. Smiling slightly when she sees the deer get up, she turns and heads back to the cave.

Almost reaching the cave, it was then that she remembered what happened. Her and Cuda were on their way back to the cave. They had overheard two women talking about a witch in the woods. If she had only seen the trap sooner. Cuda was killed instantly. She buried her friend then melded into the ground next to her. She looks around the area again and howls her sorrow. Blood tears slip down her face as the howl turns into a wolf song.

As the song ends, she feels something she has never felt before. Frowning slightly, she follows the feeling until it leads her to a clearing with a young woman sitting on a log. The young woman was no older han nineteen with short black hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. She was wearing a black leather outfit with matching boots. Moving a bit closer, so she can be seen, she watched as the young woman stood up. "Who are you?"

"I am Evette, who are you?"

"I am Jewelle, protector of this forest."

"How long have you been protecting the forest Jewelle?"

"About a hundred years."

There was a bit of silence before Evette spoke again. "Do you know what clan you are?"

"I am of the Savage Clan."

That seemed to please Evette for soon a smile appeared on her face. "As am I. Where have you been hiding all this time?"

"In my cave, not far from here."

"You have been living in a cave?? Perhaps you should meet the others."

Jewelle walked with Evette to a place in the forest that she had not been to for quite sometime. Silently she looked around at the trees surrounding her as she hears soft beeps. Glancing to Evette, she sees her touching a hand held contraption before putting it to her ear and talking softly. Walking over to a fallen log to give Evette her privacy, Jewelle sits down and observes the changes of the forest. More trees had grown, but it did not seem as big as it once was. Jewelle sat there looking around at everything. She did not know how long she sat there, nor did she care. When Evette gently tapped her on the shoulder, Jewelle quickly looks to her. "Hey, come with me. There is some people I want you to meet."

Jewelle nods slightly and stands from her seat and follows Evette. They walk for a few moments before others come into view. Again Jewelle gets that feeling, but instead of wanting to go further, she wants to run away. Her eyes lock on a man and she actually trembles. His dark blond hair did nothing to hide the haunted eyes. His attire was basic enough, a pair of blue jeans and a dress jacket, but something about him just set Jewelle on edge. Stopping at about seven feet away from the others, Jewelle stands there watching them, ready to bolt. Then she hears Evette's voice. "This is Jewelle. I found her wandering alone in the forest. She says she is one of us and she lives in a cave."

The others spoke to each other softly, but the man seemed to memorize her. Shivers ran down her spine and she inched away slowly. Hearing Evette's voice once again, she takes note of what she says. "Jewelle, this is Baron Dellon, Brent, Lucy, and Thomas."

Jewelle looks to them all and when the one introduced as Baron takes a step towards her, she drops to her hands and knees and starts growling. Everyone stops and watches her, their own teeth bared. The Baron smiles and calms everyone down as he continues to look to Jewelle. "Easy pretty." His voice calm and soothing. "My my, Evette. What a treat you have brought me. She is truly wild and untouched by time. Calm childe, no one will hurt you here."

Jewelle's golden eyes look to the baron. She appears to relax slightly as she keeps her eyes on the baron and listens to his voice. "What is the last thing you remember?"

Keeping her distance, Jewelle answers softly. "We were running through the woods when a trap killed Cuda."

"Who is Cuda?"

"My wolf friend."

More soft whispers are heard from the others but the Baron stopped them. "Do you know how long ago that was?"

Jewelle shakes her head no. "I went to sleep."

The Baron looks to Evette silently for a few moments before looking back to Jewelle. Mesmerized by her golden eyes and long light brown hair, he slowly inches closer to her. Jewelle allowed it, but kept a watchful eye on him. When he was within touching range, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He looked back to her eyes and continued to speak softly. "Evette will teach you. Many things have changed and there is much to talk about. If you need me I can be found at the Witch Museum. Evette will show you where it is."

Jewelle nodded slightly and glanced to the others. Lucy was an older woman who reminded her of her grandmother. Thomas was quiet and kept to himself but nodded in her direction just the same. Brent on the other hand, was a handsome looking man the watched. Jewelle soon found herself uncomfortable under his gaze. Thankful when Evette once again gained her attention, she listens as Evette tells her to go to the Salon and watch. As Evette was telling her how to get to the Salon, Brent stands up and offers his assistance. Hearing Evette accept his offer, Jewelle looks to Brent and doesn't say a word. Brent walks up to Jewelle and gently takes her hand. Without so much as a word, he starts walking away taking Jewelle with him.

They walked until she could no longer hear or smell them. When Brent finally stopped near a creek, he lets go of her hand and sits down watching her. Jewelle looks to Brent a bit confused. She slowly lowers herself down to a sitting position, still watching him. Finally he breaks the silence. "Who are you?"

Jewelle looks to him quickly. "I am Jewelle of the Savages."

"You are a siren sent to torment me."

She shakes her head no and looks to the water. Brent moves closer to her sniffing the air around her. "You smell like earth. I like that."

He puts his hands on her shoulders and breathes in her scent. Closing his eyes, he waivers slightly as if drunk. Using his silence to her advantage, she clears her throat slightly. "I should return."

Brent removes his hands and whispers close to her ear. "Tomorrow night, meet me here and I will take you to the Salon."

Jewelle nods slightly and stands up slowly making sure not to touch him in any way. Once she was standing, she crossed the creek and made her way back to her cave.

The next night, after waking and pushing her way out of the ground, Jewelle finds Brent at the mouth of the cave. Silently she stares at him for a few minutes before walking to his side. Wordlessly they walked to the Salon. When they reached the Salon, Brent stayed at the door. Nodding her thanks, she turns and makes her way into the Salon.

Once inside, Jewelle winces slightly at the bright lights. Getting her eyes accustomed to the light, she blinks a few times. Seeing a man walk up to her, she takes a couple steps back. The man stops when he sees Jewelle back up. "Would you like something to drink?"

Jewelle looks to his eyes and nods slightly. The man smiles and walks to the bar. The night was young and the Salon was empty. Looking around the area, Jewelle takes note of the style of construction and the decorations. Hearing the man again, her attention returns to him. "New?"

"Just woke up."

The man nods slightly as he pours her drink and walks back to her. "Well then good evening."

Jewelle smiles slightly as she takes the offered glass. It smelled of blood and red wine. Taking a small sip of the liquid, she finds the taste delicious. She looks to the man and smiles. "This is good. What do you call it?"

The man smiles some. "Its called wyne."

Jewelle nods slightly and takes another sip. "What are you called?"

"To you and your family, I am known as Hoswick."

Again Jewelle nods as she takes another sip.