Where Do We Go From Here? - A Taylor Lautner Fanfic.

One full moon night changed both of their lives. They didn't know what to do, but one thing they did know, is that they had each other, forever and always.

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2. Chapter 1.

*Beth's P.O.V.*

As Marc led me through the woods with his warm hand wrapped tightly around mine, I couldn't help but wonder where he was taking me, was it to the same place that he lived in?

We walked for about half an hour, and at some points we were running to get there faster, and Marc even carried me for a while. He'd gotten so much more stronger now, and he carried me with ease along with all of my suitcases and sort of jogged as well.

I couldn't help but think what was going to happen next. The questions that Marc couldn't answer a year ago, now haunted me. My thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like several werewolf howls. It made me shiver, but Marc's grip calmed me.

"We're here, welcome to our world." Marc whispered, leading me into a village-like place, surrounded by tall, strong fences. This place was massive, and it had everything you'd ever need to get settled here.

"Well, the bad news is, we still have to go to school. But the good news is, you learn werewolf stuff side by side. Anyway, you don't have to worry now, you're safe here. Everything will make sense to you now. Before you ask any questions, let me explain this place to you. Like every country, state and town, we have armed forces, to protect us, from other supernatural creatures. We will also be trained, guided, and taught. Now, every new werewolf must have a leader, something like a coach. This coach will teach you a lot of things, how to control when you turn, reduce the pain when you turn, control yourself during the full moon, control your hunger, control your anger, control your power and control your um, sexual desires. There're lots of do's and don't's, you'll have to keep those in mind. They'll be explained to you in detail later, but for now, all you need to know is, you are not to leave this place without telling anyone, and you can't leave as you please, there are certain rules to be followed here, but nothing extreme. Until your training is complete, you can't leave at all. Now I will be your coach, and you will be living with me in the living quarters. We'll be like roommates. For now, all you need is rest, you'll be feeling pretty tired, and you're head must be spinning because of all the questions you need answers to." he explained as we walked towards the living quarters.

The living quarters was again, massive. It made me wonder about how many people might be living here.

Marc led me a few stories up and through a few hallways before stopping in front of a door that said '512' in golden letters at the top. He unlocked the door and stepped aside to let me in.

As I entered, I saw a door to my left which lead to the kitchen, and a shoe cabinet to my right, followed by a door that led to a very big bathroom. I walked further into the flat and saw an average sized living room with all the basic necessities and a hallway leading to two rooms, one of which I assumed was Marc's bedroom.

"The one to the left is my bedroom, it's the master bedroom, so it's got a bathroom in there as well. The one to the rigtht is a guest bedroom, but now it's all yours." he smiled and carried all my suitcases into the guest room, which was now my room. I felt sheepish as I pushed my duffel bag higher up my shoulder and followed him in.

He left the suitcases by a large wardrobe and a nightstand and simply looked at me as I looked around the cozy-looking room that consisted of a bed, a side table, a desk, a wardrobe, a nightstand, a chest drawer and a large window that overlooked the park near-by.

"Well, you should get showered, and head to bed, you must be really tired." he said, and I realized just how tired I was and nodded. He stepped out of my room and walked into his own.

Pushing my thoughts aside, I opened up a suitcase and got out some comfy clothes to sleep in, and all the products I needed to take a shower, and walked out of my room and into the bathroom.

As I showered, I tried my best to put my thoughts to rest at least until tomorrow, and focused on trying to clear my head and not colapse in the bathtub. So, I did what I always do; sing. I sang really loudly, forgetting about where exactly I was, but it was doing an exellent job at distracting myself.

Once I was done, I wore my white tank top and comfy pink silky pj shorts and wrapped a small towel around my hair while carrying the larger one in my hand and stepped out of the bathroom. To my surprise, I found Marc standing right in front of me with a smirk on his face. I jumped and calmed down once I realized that it was him.

"Jesus, you scared me, Marc." I said, flustered. "You don't have to be afraid of anything as long as I'm with you. Like I said, you're safe here." he said. "Okay, but that was creepy." I said. "Well, you have an amazing voice, I couldn't resist. Have I ever told you that?" he stared at me intently. "Only about a million times before!" I chuckled. "You counted?" he smirked. "You know what I mean!" I replied. "I've missed you so much, Beth." he said, getting a little serious. "I've missed you so much more." I said, tears forming in my eyes. "We're finally roommates. Gosh, we'd been talking so much about this." he said, reminscing memories of us making plans of becoming roommates at the future.

"Yeah, everything comes at a price, though." I shrugged sadly. "It's hard, I know. But it gets better, I promise." he smiled. "Alright, I believe you." I smiled back. "Now go to sleep, you look really tired." he demanded, not in a rude way, but in a caring way. "Okay, good night." I waved my hand. "Good night, love." he said before kissing my forehead.

I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me, and lied down on the soft-looking bed, which was actually really soft. I kept the light on, and put my blanket over my head, falling asleep almost instantly, considering how tired I was.

*Marc's P.O.V.*

As Beth went to bed, I decided to eat some crisps and chips and watch tv. There was nothing particularly interesting or fun to watch, but I was so bored.

After 2 hours of watching tv and eating, I was tired and headed to my bedroom. As I walked past Beth's room, I stopped in my tracks as I heard her crying. The thought of someone or something hurting her terrified me and I grabbed a baseball bat just in case.

Opening her door, I swung my bat in the air and realized that the lights were on, nobody was here and that her blanket was covering her completely.

Half terrified, I manned up and pulled the blanket off of her gently and saw her sobbing in her sleep. It broke my heart to see her crying and I instantly sat on her bed and took her in my arms, rubbing her back and whispering, "It's gonna be alright, love." into her hair.

As she awoke and continued crying, she tightly gripped the sides of my t-shirt and cried into my chest.

After a while, she finally calmed down a little. I kissed her hair and pulled her face up to look at her. I rubbed the back of my hand against her cheek as I looked at her red, swollen eyes.

"M-Marc, my parents, m-my brother-" she whispered, her voice breaking. "They're fine, love. Nobody or nothing can hurt them. You're making the right choice by coming here, you're keeping them safe." I said and kissed her forehead.

"I'm scared, and I-I don't want to be a-alone." she whispered into my chest. "You shouldn't be, remember? And you're not alone." I said as I carried her in my arms, bridal style, and walked into my bedroom after shutting the lights off, and closing the door to her room. I closed my bedroom door behind me and put her down on my bed. She looked adorable in her pink pj shorts and white tank top, her hair still slightly wet from the shower, surrounding her face in messy curls. The only thing that bothered me, was the terrified look on her face.

I sat down on my bed, beside her, pulling her close to me and lying down. Her head was against my chest as I ran my fingers through her hair. I continued doing so until she fell asleep in my arms.

I looked out of the window and at the full moon in the sky. Good thing I could control all of my urges at this moment, because if I couldn't, I'd be screwed. Whether it's being hungry, or horny.

But even though I can control them, I still feel something for her. I can never explain what it is, but I'm trying to figure it out myself before I tell, and besides, I need to find the right time to tell her, because when the time is right, it won't matter if I have it figured out or not.

As my mind wandered around thoughts, I felt Beth stir in her sleep, a worried expression took over her face and she looked like she was about to cry.

I quickly pulled her closer to me and started to rub her back while whispering things like, 'It will be okay.', 'Don't be scared, I'm here.', and 'It's gonna be alright.'

It pained me to see that she was hurting so much and there was nothing I could do. She was so close with her family, I can't even imagine what she must be going through. Her feelings must be all over the place right now. I really have this urge to kiss her and make her feel better somehow, but I know that it'd make things worse for her.

She woke up and looked at me with tears streaming down her face. She looked beautiful even when she cried, but I hated it when she did. I'd be damned if she ever cried because of me.

She tried to speak, but she couldn't express her feelings in words. I knew exactly how that felt and just nodded, before kissing her forehead. She held me tightly and took in a few deep breaths. I looked down at her and noticed that she still looked scared and lost.

"Don't make me kiss you." I blurted out. Oh my God! What am I doing?!

Before my mind could register what was happening, she started leaning in closer to me, and I swear, I was so happy that I felt like I could explode, but before anything happened, I suddenly shot up in bed and felt the room start spinning.

Confusedly I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. I re-opened my eyes and looked around to discover that I was alone. Even more confused, I got out of bed and went into Beth's room.

I found her asleep in her bed, peacefully. I couldn't help but watch her sleep. Her chest rising and dropping under her covers, her eyeslashes fluttering, her lips slightly parted even though she was breathing from her nose, her - now dry - hair splayed out on the pillow, her arms under the pillow, her petite body scrunched together in a foetus position, and her feet sticking out of her blanket.

With every breath that she took, I felt myself drawn to her; wanting to hold her in my arms and never let go, to protect her from anything and everything, to love her just as much as she deserves. But, I could never do all this, because she doesn't feel the same, and if I confess my feelings for her now, it'll ruin everything, and I'll lose her. I can't let her go, not at a time like this. She can't be alone right now, she needs me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a whimper from Beth. I immediately ran to her side and observed her behaviour.

There was no more a peaceful look on her face, it was replaced by one of distress and fear. Her eyebrows were knit together, and her lips held a frown. She started kicking her feet, and I assumed that she was probably running in her nightmare.

I couldn't bear to watch her suffer any longer as I took her in my arms and stroked her back. I started to hum the tune of one of her favorite songs that we always sang together, in an attempt to let her know that she was safe.

After a few minutes, I felt my shirt dampen as I looked down and saw her crying into my chest. She looked up as I stroked her hair. She looked confused, and mostly terrified.

"M-Marc-" she started, before I cut her off. "It's okay, love. It was just a nightmare." "M-My fami-ily, they-" she whispered, and began to cry before she completed her sentence. "They're fine, trust me. Everything is okay." I cooed. "Promise?" she asked, tears streaming down her face. "Promise." I said, kissing her forehead.

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