Friday, October 11, 2013

Werewolves in Time Square?


Such fabulous posts this week!  Nice job ladies.  Now, I'm happily following in the footsteps of my awesome blog mates and posting a very raw section from an unfinished work about werewolves.  It was meant to be a New Years story and who knows, maybe someday it will be.  :)  As for the picture...well, I just really liked it.  :D
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“Josh, wait…” Ela bellowed at the back of her so-called best friend’s disappearing head. Bellow was probably a misnomer considering the soft, gentle voice she’d inherited from her southern belle, mama. More like tinkled or trilled as she’d heard others say over the years, two words she despised. Who wanted a tinkling voice anyway? She wanted to be heard, especially now, not drowned out by the roar of the throng ducking and weaving around her.

“New Year’s Eve in Times Square, Ela.” She groused under her breath, mimicking her friend as she fought her way upstream through the horde of revelers. What an idiot she’d been to allow Josh to convince her, this was a must not miss for a true New Yorker. What a load of horse crap that was, hell, the true New Yorkers were probably partying in the apartments surrounding the square. They’d have good eats, awesome drinks and warm, clean bathrooms to use without waiting for a good hour to get into one.

“’Scuse me, ‘scuse me, sorry…” Shit, the press of flesh was getting to her as she tried to squeeze herself around person after person.

“Watch it, would ya babe…”

“…ugh, sorry, ‘scuse me.” An elbow to the gut was better than one to the face she figured, but there was no way she could keep up with Josh. As it was, she could barely see his blond head in the darkening night around her. What, did the crowd part just because he walked a straight and true path?

Ela longed to just stop. To plant her feet on the sidewalk and create a bubble of protection around herself, keeping the partiers from even touching her, but this was real life and in real life one did not have protection bubbles. What you did have were friends who left you high and dry in new and scary situations, bosses who thought your ass was their own personal stress relief ball to be squeezed whenever they saw fit and no family to return to when your dreams turn to nightmares.

At least, that was her life.

“Umph.” Another blow to her shoulder from the front and a shove to her back tipped Ela toward the cement stoop on the nearest building. Her head collided with the decorative cap stone. Stars flashed before her eyes as warm liquid slid down her temple.

“Are you okay, Miss?”

The gorgeous creature looking down at her had a voice like smooth amaretto and a touch so gentle, what lingering pain seem to flee. How unfair fate was to grace some people with more and others, like herself, with so much less.

“There now, just a scrape. See…”

A tissue appeared in the stranger’s hand, barely tinged red. Ela wondered, weren’t head wounds suppose to bleed a lot? Or, maybe that was the top of the head and not the forehead, but should it matter? The head was the head after all… 

“Can you stand, Miss?”

She should speak here, say something to the helpful stranger, but all she could do was consider head wounds and their leakage factor. Confusion, there was something she should know about that. Head wounds bled, but confusion meant less blood? No, that didn’t seem right…

“Miss, are you okay to stand? We really should get you up to see the ball drop. There’s only five minutes or so before the big event.”

Ball…New York…New Year’s… She was here with someone. Someone who’d gotten lost, no, that wasn’t right. “I-I need to find my friend.”

“I’m sure your friend is here somewhere, Miss, but wouldn’t you rather see the ball drop from the best place in the city?” The stranger’s eyes shone with a warm brown glow that pulled her in, they couldn’t possibly be human. “I promise, the fireworks display will be electrifying.”

There were fireworks? Ela’s thought as she drifted in a haze of pain. 
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Enjoy the fall colors everyone and have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

17 comments:

Rebecca Gillan said...

Oh, yummy! Definitly go with the hot stranger rather than the butt-head freind who left you behind, Ela!

Pat C. said...

Yeah, Ela, I getcha. It's hard to be taken seriously when you have one of those high, squeaky voices. Is she also petite? That's adding insult to injury.

Fortunately Hunky Stranger doesn't seem to mind. I never find these guys when I whack my head. Where are they all?

Serena Shay said...

Hehe...Thanks ladies! It's funny how stories evolve, this is absolutely everything I have written for this story, but the plotting in my head is such that the stranger helping her is actually the antagonist and looking to hurt our Ela. I wonder though, since you both saw this person as a hot/hunky stranger...I wonder if my hero stepped in sooner than I expected. ;) I'll have to revisit this story soon. Thanks!

Yep, Pat, petite and squeaky...it's the bane of her existence. :(

Rebecca Gillan said...

Maybe he is a hot hunky stranger who really, really wants to be an antagonist but can't quite make himself harm Ela becuase she stole his heart against his will?

Serena Shay said...

Mmm, good idea, Rebecca. I'll have to talk to this hunky stranger and see what's going on in his head. :D

Savanna Kougar said...

Ogosh, I lost track of the days, given all the crap I've been dealing with lately...

Anyhoo, the antagonist seems much too kind in a good way... so maybe it's like Rebecca said. Nice penning, Serena!

Serena Shay said...

Losing track of the days...that I understand, Savanna. So much to do and so little time!

Yeah, as I read it over I can see the niceness factor in the antagonist...I'm going to have to have a sit down with this mysterious stranger and see what's up. ;D

Pat C. said...

It's possible we've been programmed by the romance novel formula. When the woman meets a mysterious (and caring, in this case) stranger on the first page, we automatically assume he's the hero. If he's the bad guy, she should have had one of those "sometime seemed off about him" vibes.

Pat C. said...

Oops, I meant "someTHING seemed off about him." Unless sometimes he's off and other times he isn't.

Savanna Kougar said...

Yeah, there is that programming because romance genres are formulaic ... so, there needs to be 'something' off about a bad guy... a little too solicitous and slimy.

Rebecca Gillan said...

I'm a fan of the anti-hero. He's a guy who is more bad guy than good guy but keeps doing the "right" thing against his best interests. You see them all the time in straight fantasy but when I run across them in romance, I giggle like a little girl. Probably why I love Kenyon's books; she's a master at the lovable anti-hero. You can't tell me ANYone was rooting for Stixx...

Serena Shay said...

True, usually you get the hero and heroine together right off and clearly part of me must have been thinking that while the other part of me was shooting for back story... back to the drawing board on this story. :D

Serena Shay said...

I agree, Rebecca. I too like the anti-hero type. The guys who want to be bad but just can't follow through with it. Sexy as hell.

Have you read Styxx? Dear heaven that book ripped me apart! I actually had some moments where I was disgusted with Ash. That has never happened before. Sherilynn Kenyon rocked that book!

Rebecca Gillan said...

Just finished it tonight. I actually have had a few moments of being disgusted with Ash, usually in connection with Nick. I was totally not prepared to have any empathy for Stixx after reading "Acheron." Ya just can't hate him after reading his story, though.

Serena Shay said...

Nope, there is no hating Styxx after this story...I love how she made a point of reiterating that there is always 2 sides to every story.

Yep, the Ash/Nick story is tenuous. I wonder if there is any way to solve/heal their relationship in the future?

Are you reading Nick's YA story? I'm forever amazed at how Sherilynn Kenyon can keep everything rolling forward in timelines and such. I'd be tearing my hair out trying to write this series! :D

Rebecca Gillan said...

I've read the first two of Nick's YA series. I also, somehow, got sucked into reading her scifi series and absolutly fell in love with it. I hate scifi romance and always have. For SK to write books in a genre I don't like and make me love it? That's talent above and beyond just being uber talented at juggling 8,000 plot lines all at once!

Serena Shay said...

Oooh, you must mean her League Series. Yep, I've been reading those as well and I too was really surprised that I like it...but I think I'm behind. I need to see where I left off. Woot, more books to read. :D