Falling Stars by Marc962 (classic novels to read TXT) 📕

spoke. "I guess the gym decorations could do without the ornaments." he said as he met Shelly at the door. Alex raised his eyes level with Shelly's, and found her staring up at him, a small smile on her lips and a silent thank you in her eyes. Alex gestured Shelly through the door, imitating a hotel usher. Shelly giggled for a moment, walked through the door and into the night air, Alex at her side, closing the door behind them.

As the two made their way across the college campus toward the gymnasium in silence, Shelly leaned against Alex's shoulder. The stars were beautiful that night, but not as stunning as the silvery full moon was, a few stray clouds alongside it. Soon, when the two began walking through the park, Alex could see the gym in the distance, light shining out of the windows. The park was a large piece of land at the outskirts of the campus filled with trees and grass, the tree branches bare and the grass frozen. Alex could barely see anything past the thicket of trees clotting the edges of the park. The ground was dotted with stone benches. In the center of the park stood a large gray fountain, its sides shaped like water waves and the water that lay inside frozen. As he and Shelly made their way through the park, Alex noticed it. Something was wrong. There was a strange scent in the air. A scent that shouldn't be there. At first, Alex ignored it and kept walking. It nagged at the back of his mind, unable to be ignored. Slowly, Alex sniffed the air. It was familiar, like a distant memory. But try as he might, he couldn't quiet remember what the smell was. Alex frowned and focused. He slightly slowed his steps. As Alex concentrated, a childhood memory came to mind. Him and his Aunt Matilda at the zoo looking at the animals. The scent was one from one of the zoo animals, but which stumped him. The scent was a nauseating mixture of dirty fur, blood lust and something rotten, something bloody. Alex stopped walking, Shelly doing the same, the two now next to the fountain. He turned and faced Shelly. "Hey Shelly, what is that smell?" he said. For a moment, Shelly seemed as confused as he was stumped. Then, the blood left her face, her expression one of terror. At that moment Alex remembered what the smell was. It was......
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

As Alex regained consciousness, his nerves were assaulted by pain, his right shoulder covered in a large bloody cut, his ears were ringing so loud they bled and his legs coated in deep bruises. Slowly, Alex began to open his eyes, blinking through the dust and dirt. The only thought that came to mind was, What happened?

As Alex's ears slowly stopped ringing he heard something. THUD! CRACK!

Alex frowned. What is that?

As his vision cleared, he saw that he was now sitting on the ground leaning against one of the oak trees at the edge of the park, the tree's trunk thick as a couch, several meters away from the fountain and where he once stood. He blinked. How did I get over here?

Slowly, Alex tried to stand, but only managed to fall back onto the same tree, his legs wobbling, barely able to keep him on Alex's own two feet. He turned his gaze toward the center of the park. Where the fountain once stood, was now a deep crater, the air around it layered thickly with dust. The scent from before stronger than ever, coming from something inside the dust cloud. The dust too thick for Alex to see through clearly. As the dust slowly cleared, Alex could make out two shapes. One was a person, almost as tall as him wielding what looked like a samurai's katana with long hair reaching down to the waist. The other was as big as a large black bear and rippled with thick muscles. It stood on two feet like a person, but its legs were bent at a strange angle and its nose was long and round. The two were fighting madly for their lives. The long haired one flipping, kicking and slashing with the katana. The other swiped its palm and tried to bite the long haired one to no avail. Slowly Alex realized that the long haired figure was Shelly. Alex pushed himself off of the tree, and was greeted with blindingly painful agony lancing through him and fell back against the tree. Slowly, Alex remembered what that smell was. Alex's head darted toward the other figure. The other figure fighting Shelly was.... "A bloodthirsty werewolf." a foreign voice said, finishing his thought. The voice was obviously a girls, about his age. It was beautiful like Shelly's, but instead of a heartwarming sweetness, it was laced with a deadly playfulness. Alex's head focused on the figure fighting Shelly, and found he was right. The tall and muscular figure fighting Shelly was coated in gray fur and dry blood. What he thought was a long and thick nose was a wolfish snout. The beast had long black claws and sharp teeth. A figure walked into Alex's field of vision. And his heart stopped. Imagine looking at perfection. At something so alluring and beautiful that at the very sight of it, you immediatley want nothing more than to simply bask in its' glory. That was her. Her lusoius hair, falling down her chest and back, covered half of her face. Alex stared at her face, her figure, overwhelmed by an unbelievable desire. As he stared, everything else seemed to fade away, The air around him thick with an indescribable aroma. He frowned for a moment. What was he doing here again? Where was he? He shook it away and looked back up at the girl. Nothing mattered but her. She wore a bra made of bark, along with a skirt like garment that stopped at her knee, covering the front and back, leaving the sides open. Alex frowned. Where had he seen that before. She regarded his stare with an amused smile, and moved up to him before sitting in his lap, caressing him. Alex sat motionless in utter awe at this goddess, lost in her alluring face, her ever changing hair and her deep shimmering eyes. She laughed at his obvious adoration, a sound faintly similar to a growl, enjoying his obvious disability to form a sentence. If someone had asked him to describe her, he always ended up giving varied responses. At first, Alex could faintly see traits of Samantha Whitney in her appearance, a cute shy cheerleader from high school, with her pale skin, ribbon slim body and helmet of black hair. Then her image seemed to rearrange itself again, now resembling Mrs. Antonio, his alluring Spanish teacher. Then, once more, her appearance changed and shifted. Now she was a beautiful girl about his age, with incredibly long green hair and a pair of captivating green eyes set in a beautiful yet familiar face. As Alex looked closer at the last image, he felt something stir inside him, a voice in his thoughts pestering him relentlessly in the back of his mind. The girl on top of him raised an eyebrow and frowned, obviously displeased that his deep lust for her was wavering. Alex didn't notice her gaze, lost in his thoughts. He felt his awe filled expression melt away. He could hear the voice now Remember!

the voice said. What was he supposed to remember

? He felt the answer somewhere in the back of his mind plain as day, grasping for it, but not catching hold of it

. Remember! You must remember!

the voice persisted. Alex felt the strange aroma around him like a veil lift off him, the answer slowly coming to him. At the same time, a dull yet warm pain somewhere on his neck surface. Yes. It had something to do with that girl he saw. Who was she?

The girl above him put her hand under his chin and lifted his head up, their eyes meeting. He felt the strange aroma on him again even stronger now, as if trying to weigh him down. "Don't tell me you don't like me, do you Alex? Just relax, don't you wanna have some fun with me?"
she said teasingly. Her words washed over him like ocean waters. Alex saw her lean forward, her lips ready to embrace his. He felt his neck crane to the left, but the voice still pestered him. You must remember!

An image of the girl from before seeped into his mind. He turned his head toward the strange booming noises and saw two swirling figures, the flash of metal and claw and tooth.In the swath of the melee he saw a brief image of a girl. He opened his mouth, her name on his lips. Who are you!?

He screamed in his mind. Shelly

a silent whisper answered him. In an instant, he felt the mist dissolve away.

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Publication Date: 10-13-2010

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