Two boys and a wolf named Brownie

Original story [it's a good read! ]::
You Can't Love a Werewolf Without Getting Fleas

Two boys and a girl.
One werewolf, one vampire, and a human girl.
Werewolf knows that the girl is his soulmate, he sees that in her eyes.
Vampire knows a prophecy that says the girl is his future queen.
The girl doesn't know either one of them is anything but human.
The girl has three ones who are dearest to her:
Her best friend who plays in the forest all day, one with deep brown eyes. They race all the time.
A chocolate brown wolf with the same brown eyes. He was her guardian angel. She named him Brownie.
And a blond boy who lost his temper a lot, but he was nice otherwise. He always called her 'princess'.

One night, the blond lost his temper and hurt the girl. He smelled her blood and ran away in fear of what he'd done.
The brown-eyed boy found her and took her home. When she told him what happened, he became furious and left without saying anything. She soon heard a wolf howl, knowing it was Brownie.

The girl lost a lot of blood from her injuries. The boys thought she died, and that's what caused her parents to move far away. The werewolf changed dramatically, and grew up drinking, smoking, and sexing away his problems. He was no longer the happy, cheerful boy he had been. The vampire did drink, though he wasn't as much of a biker-type kid as the werewolf. He became king of the school, throwing parties at his house with tons of alcohol.

When the girl moved back with her parents, everyone thought she was some imposter. But in all reality, she didn't remember any of her childhood. She dreamed of a chocolate brown wolf always coming to her rescue, and deep brown eyes that were both human and wolf, but she never saw the human face in her dreams. The blond approached her first and became friends with her - he was her neighbor. She saw the brown-eyed boy at school, but he was harsh and cruel, though she knew he stole glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking.

Which will she choose? How will the war over her turn out?

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Werewolf:
Vampire:
Human girl:

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Name:
Age: [they should all be about 17]
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[center]The human girl



Kaylee Jones
17
She doesn't remember any of her childhood. Sometimes, she has glimpses of memories while she's awake, but those are rare. Most of the time, she dreams of a chocolate brown wolf with mesmerizing brown eyes that she'd melt in. Sometimes, she dreamed of those same eyes, but on a human, though she could never see the human's face. She knew she used to live in this old town, but she didn't remember hardly anything. Eyes seemed to scrutinize her from every angle.

She's a bit of a klutz, but she loves to run and feel the wind through her hair. She also has a teasing personality and loves to laugh and joke around. She's also never had a boyfriend, or her first kiss.

((This good? ))

Baxter Rine
Age: 17




Ever since she had moved Bax couldn't help but become more attached to her. He wanted her back and was going to try everything in his power to lay claim to his soulmate. She was his and he needed her to be informed of this. No way out she was his mate to be. Baxter wasn't going down without a fight and no stupid leech was going to stand in his way.

Kaylee pulled her shoestrings taught and tied them in a bow, pulling them tight so they wouldn't come undone. She had her iPod on her arm-strap, her headphones in, and her hair back in a ponytail. She had all of her essentials unpacked and placed where they would go, and decided to go running to celebrate and get to know her old town again. She'd just go around the block a couple times, or up and down the street. Just in case, she wrote her address down on a piece of paper and put it in the armstrap so she wouldn't lose it. If she did get lost, she could ask someone how to get back to her house.

Kay stretched before she left, jogging at a good warm up speed as she looked around. She awkwardly nodded, smiling slightly, to an older woman who had passed her on the sidewalk. People in New York would look at you like you had three heads if you did such a thing. She wasn't used to it.

Bax was not a morning person. He struggled trying to get out of his bed. His bed was just a matress with a sheet on it, stained with who knows what, and a few torn blankets and a mangy looking pillow that had been clawed at. He yawned as he stretched. Well it wasn't the most great bed but he was able to pass out on it. He lived in a warehouse type building. He had the luxery of living in the basment which no one went into because the door to it had collapsed. The only way to get in and out was through the sewer which he did everyday. It was just down the ladder turn right go up the ladder and come out in the warehouse's ally way. He turned on the light in the middle of the room and pulled on some slacks. The basement actually looked like an apartment room. It was just his bed was such a...disaster. Since it was just a matress on the floor.

However, with a small group mixed of boys and girls, one stood out in particular. A dirty blond haired boy seemed to almost get his eyes glued to her as she ran past. However, Patrick couldn't help himself as he watched her like a hawk as she continued to run though he guessed she felt like the odd one in the group if not in her case, the whole town. He chuckled as the other kids joked about things at school and their teachers together, smiling and moving on. However, her face never left his mind as he continued to talk with his buddies, nodding and agreeing about the next few weeks of school soon to be getting hectic.

Kaylee noticed some woods and decided to run in them, close enough where she could see the town, but far enough away to where she couldn't hear the noises. This forest looked familiar, she felt something pulling her deeper into it, old memories tugging at her memory, but she couldn't grasp them. Curious and desperate to remember at least a little bit more of her childhood, she jogged deeper into the forest, following her instinct. She found a treehouse. It looked at least somewhat upkept. She looked around and, finding no one, climbed up the wooden ladder to peek inside. This place was familiar, she knew this place, felt safe here. She climbed up into the little room and looked at the pictures hanging on the walls. They were of her as a little girl, and a boy with brown eyes. The same brown eyes as in her dreams! Maybe he would know something about her past. She couldn't help but chuckle as she saw the pictures, both her and the boy were always grinning. There was one picture with a blond boy beside them both. He looked familiar, too, but she couldn't remember anything specific about him.

" Well another day" Bax grunted as he climbed out of the sewer in the allyway. He coverd the manhole and started on the streets for some breakfast. He stopped by 5 hotdog carts and 6 pizza joints. He still wasn't full but it was a light snack. Bax looked at the woods, ah fuck it, he said to himself and ran towards it. Once in the denser part he transformed into a wolf and started sniffing around for anything ediable. He found a purple scent and sniffed it. Interesting...he sniffed it again. Ok this was too familular. He ran towards that scent to the old painful treehouse.

However, even after the new girl seemed to have taken off a good distance, the familiar scent of Lavender rose to his attention. He excused himself from the group of friends he had hung around with and began almost a search for the girl herself. "That scent....She couldn't be..could she?" he muttered to himself as he was finding himself now getting closer to the forest. But as soon as he even stepped close to the denser part of the forest, he smelled wolf. He hissed quietly and sighed. If he were to risk going in..he would risk fighting him. His father would not like that if he came home with blood on his hands or clothes for that matter. "Damnit..." he cursed, but knew he had to find out the source of that scent. He continued on, thankful that at least he had his speed which would help him avoid a confrontation.

Kay noticed that she'd been wearing an anklet in the photos. She looked at the anklet now, which was on her wrist because her feet were too big to wear it anymore. It was made of old, braided twine. It was blue and purple, under all the dirt, and had some beads braided into the strands. She didn't remember the memory specifically, but she knew the brown-eyed boy had given it to her as a present.

Bax sighed looking at the old playhouse. So many memories were in that house. He bit his lip and sighed. That smell stll lingered by. He walked towards the tree.

Patrick had then heard something. Someone was close to the old playhouse. Who? That mutt again? He sighed, sniffing the air and still smelling that same scent. Damn it was almost identical to hers. He walked forward, unafraid of what could be waiting for him as he came out to the clearing and saw someone.

She looked at her old bracelet for another minute before looking around the little treehouse some more. Curious, she looked out the window of it and froze, seeing a wolf. A big wolf. One that looked like the pup in her dreams... Then she saw a blond boy, who kind of looked like the one in that single photograph taped to the wall.

Of course Patrick saw the wolf and froze as well. Those were tough to kill, especially if they got a hold of you with those jaws. He gulped, hoping that the wolf was too concentrated on the girl. He too looked at her though, curious as to who she was. He didn't get quite as good a look on her as he found out now. She was almost identical..if not more so, like the girl that had died a few years ago.