| Title: Who' is Jenny?
Written by Ashley Rae Demauro
Original character's (c) Being Human and creators
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for George, but the ordinary. Here he was in his basic routine, laying in the forest stark naked after gallivanting in the moonlight. He was becoming more accepting of his condition as time went on. This was his life, anyway you slice it, and nothing to do about it but to live or die. He was finding he had a purpose besides maintaining the two halves of himself. Mitchell and Annie needed him now more then ever. Especially since Herrick's remains now lie in pieces on that dungeon floor. Who knows what higher ranks were planning their revenge on the three, or when it would happen. Though George did a good job of not harming anyone during his nightly escapades. Except for the one who deserved it.
He pulled himself up slowly from the heap of dirt and rock he was lying in. A bit disoriented as usual, blinking at the sunlight through the trees. As if he had been in a pitch black room, which he had been in a way. With no memory, as he was used to. But despite having this condition for over two years, his body never became a "pro" at conditioning to the change. So he never expected himself to jump up right as rain the morning after.
His legs felt like they had been given a good stretch, which they had. Feeling like he had been working out without even being aware of it. Every time he wakes up, he couldn't deny how wonderful he felt. The serotonin in his body worked over time while his body returned to its human state. Leaving him feeling relieved of bodily tension, which helps him recover each time. Catching his footing, George shuffled himself about, looking for his bagged personal kit full of the next day usuals. Getting his barrings to a proper point, he was able to easily locate his possessions in the hole of a tree stump near by. After cleaning up a bit with the wipes, he fitted himself with a fresh pair of jeans and shirt he had previously preserved. Though not sampling the bananas he had packed as he felt quite full. Probably due to the wolf dining on some of the indigenous wildlife.
As he gathered his belongings, he started his way back to the house. He made it about half a mile or so before being abruptly stopped in his tracks from a distinct sound. It sounded human, and it was whimpering in a terrified manner. He closed his eyes with a sigh, anticipating what it could be, he only knew it was something unpleasant. As trouble followed him like some horrible life long sickness, besides the one he already had.
George cautiously turned himself around towards the sound. Making light yet quickening steps in its direction. And there, a girl wept against a tree. Hunched like a fetal statue, yet shivering with no sign of slowing her breath. She was nude, covered in blood and tears. Her dark, shoulder length hair, draping over her eyes. George silently gasped as he tried his best not to drop his bag and scare the poor girl more then she already was. His eyes wide in an obvious shock of the image before him. The girl was holding herself tightly, as tight as she could muster against her own flesh. She turned her head up to him, with a meek and horrified expression. Sobbing herself drenched as her eyes drowned in her feelings of confusion and fear. George, moved his lips as if to say something, but he had no idea what. With a withering panicked voice that matched her torn appearance, she spoke.. "What...happened to me?....Where am i?". George snapped himself out of his frozen state and hurried to wrap her in a hoodie that he thankfully packed along with his other items. She gasped in mix of relief and instinctual surprise as the hoodie relieved her skin of the frigid air.
Without murmuring any spoken words, he carried her in a panic towards the house and out of the Forest. Panting, not thinking about what to do once he got there, but just to GET there. He arrived, just about busting open the door with his foot. Not caring if the neighbors saw him running with a bloody shaking naked person in his arms, the three had enough attention to really give a crap anymore. They had enough problems besides gibbering gossip to care for.
Mitchell was enjoying his coffee as he was in the middle of some off conversation with Annie. Not a split second after George bursted into the house, they both ran to his side in a frantic delusion to the situation at hand. George rushed to place the girl softly on the couch. Both Mitchell and Annie caught in the same shocked state that George was in before. "Get a blanket or something!"..exclaimed George as he was trying to organize his thoughts. Annie was quick on the task as she usually is for most things. Being able to transfer herself with ease through out the house, or any other place for that matter.
Mitchell ran his eyes across the girl as his mind spun in question about what had happened. Annie arrived on the spot with the blanket, and they quickly covered her up. She had passed out in Georges arms on the way there. Her limp body, tired and drained, lay there with calm breaths.
Mitchell erupted with question "Where did she come from??..Who is she?..". "I don't..I don't know!" George shook his head in a rapid frustration. " I..I woke up from the change, and THERE she was!" nervously stuttered George. Annie cocked her head with her saddened expression she had used often. Examining the girl with her mind and emotions, feeling bad for her situation. Being the more composed one at the moment. "She's just a girl, she doesn't look more then 17 years old" Annie noted in her observation. The three looked at her and then at each other, trying to figure out some plan on what to do next.
They all flocked to the kitchen, yet keeping a wide eye on the girl. In a low voice they tried to make sense of it all, even though it was impossible to do so. "What was she doing naked and alone in the forest?" insisted Mitchell in question. " How the hell would i know.." retorted George. Mitchell took an easing breath, trying to piece himself back together in a calm manner." Well, what do we do with her?.." Mitchell asked, " I don't know!" George said, raising his voice a bit in further frustration. "shhhhh" expressed Annie, " Well, whatever happened to her, it's best we stay calm....we don't want to frighten her even more.." she said in a voice of sudden reason. All three of them sat at the kitchen table, of course George being the last to come down from his mental breakdown.
"Do you think she was attacked?" Mitchell questioned. "She might have been" answered Annie. George sat there with his hands braced against the side of his head as his eyes focusing downward in a strain. "By who or what?" again Mitchell questioned. Annie shook her head without an answer. George stayed silent as they spoke to one another. Then suddenly, without blinking, George's face strained into an even more shocked expression. They both looked at him in with a full attention, knowing already that he knew something. "What is it?" said Mitchell, almost relieved to know that George might have an answer to all this madness. George stared straight in front of him with no other focus then what kept his mind. "I know what she is..." George said in a regrettable tone. They both turned and sighed, they knew what he was talking about. "Well why didn't you say anything??" Annie sharply asked. "I was in a sudden panic, i didn't THINK about it okay??" exclaimed George. "I was just worried about getting her and myself here in one piece!" George turned his head to them as his tension rose again. Mitchell wound his head around as he laid back in his seat, holding his forehead as he took in the dreadful information. "We have enough to deal with...with just your problem..." He replied". George turned to him with a clearly insulted expression. "No offense..." Mitchell said in respect.
"Well what are we supposed to tell her when she wakes up??" Annie sharply asked looking to the both of them." I don't know!" George shrieked in that quirky high pitched squeal that they were so accustomed to. "I cant very well go up to her and say....Oh hello deary, you got attacked by a werewolf and now you are one, good morning" George snidely commented in a bouncy sarcastic tone. Annie added "Well we have to tell her something, this is kind of a big issue we have on our hands" she swayed her vision between the two men. Both Annie and Mitchell, stared at George as if he had some responsibility to keep to. George looked to the both of them in annoyed question with his mouth wide with disapproval. "Why do i have to be the one to try and explain everything?? ...Why can't you both jump in for once!" he exclaimed with jittery annoyance.
"Well you sort of have...experience with this George, you could explain things a bit better" Mitchell tried to reason. George sighed, whirling his head around, counting the problems he already had in his head without this one. They suddenly turned there heads to see the girl sitting up on the couch, delirious as she grasped onto the blanket with one hand to cover her bare form. She rubbed her hand against her head, squinting as she moved her palm over her eyes. "Where am i?...Who are you people?" she murmured in a drudging tone. They all stared at her as if they had no answer. Annie walked to her and sat by her side on the couch, with the calm and caring vibe she was so notable for. "You are safe now" Annie tried reassuring her. "I'm Annie, this is Mitchell and that's George, you are at our house" she explains. Annie kindly looks at the girl's exhausted face, "I'll go make you some tea alright?" she says as she heads back to the kitchen.
Mitchell went to her and looked her in the eyes "Do you remember what happened?" he asked in a soft voice. "Of course she doesn't!" George blurted waving his hand to the two. Mitchell looking to him like he should know better then to spew out such a thing. George sighed and turned around, rubbing his chin then scratching his neck in agitation. The girl shook her head "No i don't remember"...squinting some more as she tried to clear out the blanks in her mind. "What's your name?" asked Mitchell. "Jenny" she uttered. Annie came striding in with a steaming cup of tea, handing it to her with gentle hands "Here you go..", Jenny nodded in thanks and took a sip of the tea. The warmth of it was relieving, as well as being around others in a warm house. Though she was naked, and didn't know who they were.
Mitchell turned to her again, speaking softly as he had " Well, do you remember anything before last night?..you were found alone in the woods like this..". Jenny's expression lit up with even more confusion "In the woods?". Mitchell nodded. Jenny stuttered as she blinked several times, trying to piece her memory together "I was out on a hike with my parents, we were going to make a night of it and camp there.." she turned to Mitchell and Annie quickly "Have you seen them?". Annie and Mitchell shook there heads letting her know they hadn't. Meanwhile, George was pacing around behind them in disarray.
Annie motioned her to follow her "Here, lets get you cleaned up". As Jenny got up to follow her, holding onto the blanket tightly, George had noticed her left leg. It had a large bite shaped scar on it. Further proving what had happened, and what she was. Jenny and Annie both headed upstairs to the bathroom. Mitchell then turned to George, trying to figure out a plan of action. George sighed "Ok....I'll talk to her.." lightly flailing one of his hands around in an agitated gesture as he spoke. Then turning towards the kitchen.
Probably an hour or so had passed and Annie came down the stairs. Mitchell looked to her "So...how is she?" he asked. "Still a bit shaken up, but calming down some.." Mitchell nodded as he held his cup of coffee, looking down in thought. Jenny had washed in the shower and Annie had shown her to some spare clothes she had lying around. Jenny was sitting on the bed in the extra room, looking through the window with a blank stare. She crossed her arms and started rubbing them for comfort as she eased down on the bed. Her head nestled into the pillow as she laid with a saddened and still confused expression. Then fell asleep.
The next day, Annie and George were in the kitchen as George was eating breakfest. And of course, Annie was making tea. They both notice Jenny slowly making her way into the room. She looked at them silently, seeming out of place and feeling awkward. "Would you like some breakfast?" Annie cheerfully asked. "No thank you...not quite hungry.." Jenny said in an almost morose tone as she sat down. She began rubbing one of her shoulders again, from the stress of the whole ordeal. Annie looked at George, clearing her throat to him with an insisting glare. George paused in the middle of eating his cereal to glare back at her. He knew what she wanted him to do. "I'll be right back.." and headed up stairs to leave them to discussion. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments. Jenny secretly eyed George, thinking him to be sort of odd and reclusive in his manner towards her.
Braving the courage to try and tell her what had happened, he finally breaks his silence. He faces her "Jenny..." he says in a straight and serious manner. "yes?" she replies. "I know what happened to you last night..." saying in a way as if he's pushing the words out of his mouth. Jenny's eyes widen to this news "You do??" and George nods nervously with a yes. Jenny bounces her eyes around, fearful of what he had to say and wondering why he hadn't said anything yesterday. George sets his hands out infront of him in gesture and pauses. Knowing how insane it was going to sound, and how to explain it to her.
He faces her, yet looks off to the side as he finally continues. "You were attacked by a werewolf..." then he pauses again as he motions to make eye contact. Jenny, just sitting there, listening. "at some point in the past, you were bitten by one...and...and" Jenny's expression morphed as she rose one eyebrow to his words. Hearing indeed, how insane he was sounding. "so now you are one...and that's what you became last night because it was a full moon, and i know this because..i...i am one too" he bounces his head a bit and folds his hands together. With a smirk, trying to cover that what he had just told her sounded incredibly crazy. Jenny stays in her solid state of disbelief with the one eyebrow still raised, "I see.." as she turns her head. George looks down, knowing right off the bat that she doesn't believe him and thinks him mad.
Jenny turns back to him "well um..now that i know you've gone mental..i think I'll show myself out" giving a showy fake smile. She then proceeds to get up and motions towards the door. "No no wait!" George stands up and reaches out to her. She stops and turns to him, wondering what other nonsense he possibly had to say. "I know..how this sounds ok.if i were you id be thinking the same exact thing...but i need you to listen to me...alright" Jenny's face twists with some disgust and she abruptly moves away from him. "..and i need you to listen to ME...get some help!" she yells as she barrels out the door. George sighs deeply, holding his face in his hands.
Annie walks down the stairs to catch the end of the disorganized scene. "So...how did it go?" she asks, looking around and noticing the girl was not there. "exactly...how i thought it would go" George proclaims to her as if it was a failed idea to begin with.
As Jenny stomps across the street, not even knowing where she would go or where her parents were, Mitchell was walking back. He noticed her leaving and quickly approaches her "Hey..where are you going?.." he places his hand on her shoulder in concern. She whips her finger to the house and points "Your FRIEND...or...or WHOEVER he is..is insane...he's going on about werewolves and..." Mitchell tries to calm her down "hey..its ok, it's alright..he is a bit odd, but he isn't insane" he gently smirks at her. She glares at him, yet again in disbelief that he too believes this incredible story. " listen... i don't have TIME for this! i need to find my parents" she clearly states as she storms off. "Wait!" Mitchell calls out, but she ignores him and keeps walking.
Mitchell walks into the door with a displeased expression. "What did you do??" he asks with disappointment in his voice. George pauses like he was just harshly insulted, "I did what you told me to do!" he flails his hand out. " I told her what happened, and what she was..i talked to her, just like you both told me to!"
Mitchell exclaims "Well you could have been a little more respectful about it!". "George rolls his head back "What did you expect me to do! i knew it wouldn't work, she thinks I've gone off my rocket!". Annie steps in between them "It doesn't matter, she has no where to go, and she doesn't know the danger she..or anyone else around her is in...We have to go after her.." she states. George sighs harshly and spins around in a tangent. "She's right, we need to go find her" Mitchell says as he heads out the door. George tries to reason with him as he watches him pass "But she's just going to run away again!". He starts mumbling in anger as he goes to follow Mitchell.
Jenny heads back to the forest, trying to back track as best as she could remember, which wasn't much at all. She jogs around while huffing, feeling like she is running through an endless maze with no clues or answers. After running around for quite some time, calling for her parents, she spins herself in frustration. She covers her face and sits on a rock as her eyes begin to tear up. Trailing not far behind, Mitchell, George and Annie call out for her. "Jenny..wait!" Mitchell cries out as jenny comes into sight. "Stay away from me!" she yells to them in a threatening yet frightened tone, as she turns to run. She gasps as her breath tries to catch up with her feet. Running as fast as she can, anywhere away from them.
She turns her head to see them as they run towards her, still calling out to her. But she continues running no matter. Suddenly, her leg catches on a branch and she takes flight roughly onto the ground. She grunts in a bit of pain from the landing, only to suddenly widen her eyes as she desperately crawls backwards in pure horror. A trail of blood can be seen, leading up to the mangled torn corpses of her parents. Both side by side, some limbs scattered across the other. Jenny lets out an impressive and earth shattering scream. The three finally catch up to her and find her horrible discovery. They jolt back and stand in place, horrified as well. Annie's face wells up almost to tears as she quickly turns her head away from the scene. Mitchell approaches, as Jenny desperately grabs at him, crying uncontrollably in his arms. George just stands there, staring and astounded, shaking his head as he knows what had happened.
They are gathered back at the house. Jenny still in tears and silent in shock, staring off at the floor as the image replays again and again in her head. Annie sits besides her, trying not to cry herself so to be strong for the girl. All the words she can muster "I'm sorry", but in such a kind way that it could have sounded like much more. Jenny looks to her, eyes still swollen and wet with sadness, she sniffles "i...i don't understand...what happened to them?....what happened to me?...none of this makes any sense!" she turns away, trying to merge words out inbetween tears. Mitchell stays quiet, sighing and feeling beyond sorry for the poor girl, and wondering about her fate. George leans against the wall, staying silent in his thoughts. Bringing a bit of anger in himself, because he understands the menace of the other half and what it is capable of.
"You can stay here with us..we will sort this all out..i promise.." Annie says as she looks to the other two, begging with her eyes for some type of input from them. George suddenly comes back from his thoughts, she approaches Annie and Jenny on the couch. "I know...this is hard for you to accept, it was for me.." before he can speak another word, she lashes out" Don't you start with that nonsense again! my parents were killed!! how dare you!!.." while Mitchell and Annie try to motion for her to calm down. Mitchell turns to her, and cups her face gently in his hands, making direct eye contact.
"Jenny, i know you're scared, i know you just lost your parents. But its all true, every bit of it...the creatures you were taught weren't real, they are. And we are them." Jennys weak crying body almost goes limp in his arms, tired of crying and exerting energy from her enraged sadness. She still believes them to be insane, but feels like hope is lost and doesn't even care anymore. She just sobs, staring at Mitchell. Out of no where, his eyes turn pitch black. She screams and jumps back on the couch. Frantic as her heart pounds, "What are you?!!" she screams. Mitchell's eyes fade back to normal, and he looks down, not wanting to have done that to her..but knew she needed some proof. Annie holds onto Jenny to try and compose and calm her down.
Jenny looks up at Annie, thinking she might be the sanest and normal of the three. Her eyes pleading for an explanation. Mitchell looks to Jenny, eyes forward again, "I'm a vampire..George is a werewolf, and Annie is a ghost". For something sounding so ridiculous, Mitchell couldn't have said it any more serious then he did. Jenny stares, her face still frozen in tears and horror. She quickly jumps her sight back to Annie "is this true??". Annie nods, in a saddened and understanding way "yes.." she says. Jenny stops silent in her tears. She stares forward trying to take it all in, inbetween skepticism and thinking she's going insane, to accepting it might all be real.
The next morning we find the three in the kitchen, quiet again in deep thought. George paces, not knowing what to do, or what to think. Mitchell turns to him with a straight face. "You have to help her manage it..." George stops dead in his tracks to Mitchell's statement. "Are you kidding me?? I can BARELY..manage it myself!" pointing jaggedly at his chest. "There's no other way..." Annie adds. "Oh, so now I'M responsible for her, is that it??" Annie looks to George, glaring as if he is acting a bit selfish. "Well what do you SUGGEST we do?" Annie says with a sharp tongue. "I...I...dont know..i don't know what to do.." George states, again in a tangent. Mitchell looks forward "She can stay here for now, until we decide what we can do for her..." Annie nods to him. George doesn't say a single word, still lost in his own racing thoughts about what was happening.
Later that day, Jenny quietly approaches George while he is alone in the kitchen. George shoots his glance to her, not expecting her to have approached him. "So...how do i control it?" she asks quietly, and as if she was forcing herself to do so. George quietly replies back "You cant..." ..he looks away "You can only contain it". She looks off to the side "Well...how do i contain it?" she asks. George looks back to her and gently smiles, "I'll show you.." and nods. Jenny weakly smiles back and nods in return.
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