Selena Nieve: Wolf Girl (My Fairytale)

Selena Nieve: Wolf girl

The Past
Emerline was combing her daughter’s hair. The dark red curls fighting her skillful hands every step of the way. “Mommy, do you have to do it? It hurts!” she protested. Her gentle hands smoothing over her child’s head. “I do. You get that coarse mane you call hair from your father…always playing in it and touching it…its an absolute mess!” Emerline loved her daughter there was no mistake about that; however her hair was another story all together. Jovel listened to them quarrel over her hair and smiled; his hairy hand reaching out to his daughter as he volunteered to take her off her mothers for now. “She’s just as stubborn as you ever were” Emerline sneered at him. “Leave us!” she hissed. “We need to talk” Jovel shook his head. “Nasty as an ally cat in heat…I’ll leave you alone though…she’s almost at that age” Jovel shut the door behind him his daughter’s eyes focusing on it as he left.

“Come and sit with mother Selena” she was cautious at first.. The little girl was only four feet tall. Up against who she mistook for some sort of Amazon queen she seemed insignificant. “I didn’t do it!” she added as she watched the woman’s eyes zeroing in on her little body. “Hush now…come here and talk with me.” She smiled as the little girl finally stopped fidgeting and joined her mother once again. She continued combing her hair and smiled once more. “You are very pretty Selena…you know that don’t you?”
Selena smiled nodding her head. “Very pretty indeed…skin as dark as cinnamon…eyes as beautiful as emeralds…hair as red as blood…you are my daughter. With your beauty there comes a great gift. A gift your father and I both gave to you.” She looked up into her mothers eyes puzzled. “One day when you meet the man you are supposed to marry that gift will reveal itself… there is another side of you. She is dark and is in all of us. You have to control her” She was unsure what her mother meant. When they were through talking she continued combing her hair. Her voice repeating the same words in her daughter’s ears “skin as dark as cinnamon…eyes a beautiful as emeralds…hair as red as blood…”---
***
The Present

Thursday night signaled the end of the work week for her. Another day was over and now she was faced with the age old question every woman faced when trying to make a good impression:
What to wear?
The dark haired creature was studying the contents of her closet. She had been preparing for this day all week and now it was finally here. Selena sighed. Her paycheck splayed across the bed with her briefcase and coat as she wondered what he would be like. It had been a long time since she had been on a blind date. Her nerves were a wreck and so was her hair. Selena had the kind of hair you either loved or hated; while it was red and some times untamable it gave her a sort of ethnic charm. Tonight she was going on a date with Wesley. She had met him through one of her co workers during lunch. He was twenty-eight and divorced. That was all she could remember Aurora talking about the most. Well that, and the fact that he was devastatingly attractive. Her eyes were fixing themselves on a simple yellow and white cocktail dress. She had been saving it for a special occasion. Unfortunately she was not so lucky.
Selena’s curly kinky red hair stood up in disarray. She pressed the smooth fabric of her dress against her body. Her reflection cast against the mirrors in her closet. Three five foot nine vixens stood before her she glanced at them all as if they weren’t her reflections looking back at her. “Girl you are going to kill him in that dress” she managed to purr as she turned to the side. “I hate my thighs” said a voice as she smiled to herself. She turned again her bright green eyes colored with shock as she heard a voice that sounded a lot like her own coming from one of the mirrors.

“Who’s there?” She said as she stood looking at the reflections for a moment longer. There was no response. She pulled a pair of shoes out of her closet and then shut the door almost as quickly as she had managed to open it. She supposed she was just over worked and going crazy from all the stress lately. She rolled her eyes to the heavens she retreated to the bathroom for a shower. She had no idea what the night was going to entail but she was glad for the adult company. She had to deal with children all week. The change of subject from crayons to crude oil and politics was sure to cheer her up. Wesley on the other hand was waiting and dressed already. The tall bearded man seemed more nervous than she was. Wesley’s height made him appear threatening. He was nervous but hid it well under woodsy notes of cologne and a painstakingly sexy grin. When Selena arrived at the restaurant Aurora had picked out for them. The maiter’dee holding a set of menus In his hands as he came towards the waiting couple. “So Selena what do you do?” he smiled at her as they waited to be seated. Her skin for some reason or another was flushed with an unexplainable heat. Her face as well was swollen with an unusual glow and warmth about it. “I’m a kinder garden teacher…have been for about four years now” he smiled at her.
A waiter came to their table once they were seated and a smile sprawled over his chubby face. “Good evening misoire and madamemoselle what can I get you this evening?” they both allowed they’re eyes to fall on the waiter. “We’re still thinking about it please give us a moment” Selena added quietly before she began looking at Wesley again. She smiled “but, what do you do? I’ve seen you around before but I’m not exactly sure what your job is” She nodded and fished a piece of bread out of the bread basket that had been set in the middle of the table.
Wesley smiled at her in return. “I’m a peer counselor for teenagers. I work there three times a week. Also I teach high school English…it has its advantages” he said those last words with a slight bit of mischief to them. Selena felt both hypnotized and venerable around him. “Excuse me please…I’ll be right with you” she swooped him out of his small talk about his career and disappeared once she got to the ladies room. She checked her face in the mirror and smiled. “I don’t know why you’re acting like such a twit. You know you like him…what’s the problem?” Again she heard the same voice that she had heard at her apartment. “Who’s there?”
Her answer was the automatic flushing sound of toilets. She glanced at her reflection again and shrugged it off. “

“Stop being such a wet mop…”
“He’s too hot for you…”
“You don’t deserve him”
Three identical voices were being hurled at her and she didn’t know what to do. She was confused and scared. Maybe she was really over worked as she had thought. Splashing some cold water on her face she resolved herself to thinking that she was indeed under intense stress and just needed to rest. She hated that she would have to say goodnight to Wesley but she couldn’t bare to be on her feet anymore. She was far from crazy and that was how she intended to keep it!
Her eyes ran over her reflection and she stepped forward a little more. It was almost as if she was afraid to look at herself. She let her hand reach out to the twin girl in the glass and nearly screamed when she felt fingers touch her own.

“Oops…my bad.”
“I wonder if that Wesley fellow is any good”
“Good for what?” the identical voices went back and forth in a verbal battle of wits. Selena couldn’t believe it. The stories she had heard were true. Her mother had warned her that as she got older she would go through some changes. These changes would start once she met the right man. She however neglected to tell her the negative side affects of her changes. Was she really going mad? She was unsure but that uncertainty was starting to wane. “I think you should sit this one out” her reflection talked back to her again. Three voices echoing together in her head her long slender fingers clasping her head in her hands as she tried to make sense of everything.
***
Wesley was beginning to worry. His date had been gone for more than twenty minutes. While he had took the liberty of ordering them dinner this did not mean he meant to eat alone. He slicked a piece of his long hair away from his face and called the waiter over for another glass of wine. It had a sweet but bold taste about it and reminded him of human blood. Selena was still missing in action when he decided he would rather have the bottle. Surely displaying such a fond attachment for squashed grapes was unusal but he was dismissive of what others may have thought. The man appreciated a fine wine and that was good enough for him.
***
Her emerald eyes were twinkling as she looked up at her reflection. A wiry smile plastered across her lips as she modeled for herself in the mirror. “Do we like?” she teased as she looked back at her reflection The three echoing voices had quieted themselves Selena’s sad face and pounding hands the only response the woman on the other side of the mirror needed. “Now we’ll really see if that Wesley fellow knows what he’s doing” She arranged her dress a little more and smoothed her hair.
“You can’t do this!” she protested as she banged against the other side of the glass; her compact mirror sitting on the counter top. “Oh just watch me” she was full of word play wasn’t she? Taking the hand mirror into her palm she glanced at her frowning reflection. “Now you get to which me play!” she chided as she left the bathroom and shut the compact in her hand before tossing it in the trash. As long as there were no mirrors in sight she was safe to wreck havoc on Selena’s life.
When she finally was able to get out of the bathroom she returned to their table.


Selena allowed her hand to stretch towards Wesley when she sat down. “I love a man that takes charge” she encouraged him with a bit of mild flirtation. “So tell me Wesley. What drives a man like you crazy?” He quirked an eyebrow at her sudden, brazenness; she seemed like a totally different woman and she was. “Is something the matter Selena?” he was attracted to her but her sudden change in attitude was shocking. She smirked at him. “Oh I’m as fine as wine, and so are you so tell me what are you going to do?” She hadn’t meant to rhyme but when she did she let out a low laugh that sounded a little sinister. “I took a moment to order us some food. Chuck steak and gravy…do you like that sort of thing or would you like something else?” he was attempting to ignore the urge to attack her, he came off distant if anything. Wesley was not just your average man. Wesley as his name so cleverly implied was a werewolf.
He hid it well, parading himself as a human being he took mysterious outings into the woods once a year every year and blamed his absence on an unexplained family illness. The truth was Wesley and the rest of his family were all werewolves. He had been told as a young child that he may very well come across a woman he was destined to roam wild with; however finding that woman had been quite the challenge.
Mr. Wolfe had been twice divorced with no children. Both his wives no longer spoke to him. The reason why was unclear. He had given up on the idea of ever finding the woman his family talked about. This was all until last Monday. Wesley had been shooting the breeze at a local sports bar with some faculty when one of his friends mentioned a kindergarden teacher who barely was seen with anyone but was quite attractive. He was intrigued and wanted to know more. A few days later they were introduced and now they were having dinner. It was all very ominous. Dinner ended on a positive note. Wesley had learned that Selena had come from a distant tribe of wolves that had taken residence in New York twenty six years ago. She had no children and liked animals. “Would you like to come up for a glass of wine or something?” He flirted with the idea. She didn’t look anything like the woman his parents described to him as a boy but she certainly seemed intriguing enough to be her. The “or something part” sounded like it might be fun so he went along with her. “I’d love to” When they arrived upstairs Selena’s doppelganger had completely forgotten that she had mirrors hanging in her bedroom. Call her narcissistic or not she always felt like she needed to see herself at every angle.
She left him in the living room so that she could get more comfortable and smiled to herself because she had managed to dupe him. When she returned she was wearing a whole lot less. Wesley was both taken aback and interested all at once. She was tempted to look at herself in the bathroom mirror but knew Selena would demand to be set free and spoil the fun. Wesley practically had to lap his tongue back into his mouth. He felt a burning sensation sweep over him and his eyes followed her. He slipped his shoes off and fumbled around in the process. “Its kinda dark in here don’t you think?” There was no response. Her mind was made up, she was going to be in charge and this was how she was going to do it.
Selena’s mother had warned her about the woman inside her. She had warned her that if she wasn’t careful, she could destroy her if she wasn’t careful. She was right. Wesley looked up at her pretty face. “Your tryi"g to tempt me, but I cant just stumble around in the dark.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and pressed her body against his to block his path. He was tempted to stay there and let the woman devour him, but being who he was he always had to have things in order. Lost loafers did not gentleman make. He flirted with the idea of possibilities but then it dawned on him that he was in a strange womans house, a very attractive woman but a strange one nonetheless. "Nonsense" She cooed as she went ahead and seduced him. Her face twisting up into something ghastly "Please let me out" Said a little voice as he allowed who he beleived wasch Selena to kiss him. He stumbled back ontoe the couch as the voice shot through his ears and when he heard the words again he appeared startled. "What the hell is going on here?"

Selena's Doppelganger smiled and kissed her.
"Let me out of here!" There it was again. Wesley was neither dumb nor hard of hearing. He had at that moment remembered a story his grandfafa had told him as a little boy. It was a story about a young woman and a young man who had been born durring the harvest moon. They were said to have had alter egos that took the shape of wolves. Uptill now he thought it was just a story he was told to explain his families origins, however now he was starting to wonder. Sevita saw the interest in his eyes and smiled. "May I use your bathroom?" Her face nearly fell apart from the shock. "Last door on the left" She rolled her eyes and waited there maneuvering her cleavage around a little bit and fussing about her hair. She had become so involved in her primping that she had totally forgotten Selena and the mirror behind her bathroom door.

Wesley turned the water on in order to fake his hand washing and when he closed the door there she was. Dressed in the same outfit he had met her in at the resturant. "Selena right?" he said not shocked at all. So the stories were true. "How could you tell us apart?" He smiled. "I figured you either had a personality transplant or something bad happened" The shared a laugh. "Now the question is how do we get rid of her?" Wesley reached out to her and when he touched the glass she felt nothing. "You have to show her ... show her her own reflection." He stood there stairing at the glass on the door her voice ringing in his ears causing him to freeze. "Wesley Wesley Wesley!" She chimed as she stood there watching him. "What's been keeping you so long?" He smiled as he pulled her inside and kissed her. Sevita accepted his kiss and smiled. "Much better" He smiled and asked her to close her eyes, cautious she refused and he pouted. "Whats the matter? You can trust me"

She listened to him but these were usually the words you head right before something went terribly wrong. "I do trust you... I just dont trust your intentions" She was on the verge of cackling and had to stop herself otherwise she would have seemed very very evil! "Then have dinner with me again tomorrow night?" He smiled and hoped he wouldnt get turned down. He was trying to trick her. "Where at?" she was getting a little suspicious but was also curious. "My place? I make really good lamb stew" She smiled. "Let me walk you to the door" He was honestly surprised. She had practically tried to rape him. "Your behavior is a little on the strange side but I respect that...so will you?" She shook her head and when he finally left she squealed with delight! She had duped him!

Later in the evening Savita went to bed. The sound of Selena's sobs muffled in the bathroom. Sevita went ahead and went to work as usual met Selena's friends and acted like nothing was wrong. It would be a full two weeks before she saw Wesley again. She was disappointed he had ditched their little dinner date. The fact of the matter was he was searching for his Grandfafa. He hadn't seen him in months and now more than ever he needed to see him.
***
"Wesley Is here to see you Mr Wolfe" By Tuesday morning Wesley had tracked Malachi down at a mature living center called Saffron Commons. He was neverous. He didnt know what to do he had attempted to trick Sevita but had failed. Now he supposed it was time to call in the big guns. He sat across from the man, while he was up in age he was still very handsome and very aware of what was going on around him. "Who is she?" He said blankly his nose itching from the inside. "She smells like the forest and old perfume." Wesley sat dumbfounded, while his sense of smell was heightened his Grandfafa's was out of this world. "Her name is Selena...I think she's the one...but theres another woman...inside of her...shes threatening her.

"Boy! Bring me my dogtag from in the bathroom!" It was an odd request and by the expression on his face Malachi knew what was coming. "Why?" He hissed at him and shooed him away quietly. "Make haste if you wish to save her. Tomorrow night is the third night of the full moon...If you miss it she will be stuck as that woman you spoke of forever" Wesley listened intently as he went and did what he was told. When he returned he handed it over to him. "I have no need for it...put it around her neck tonight at dinner and no matter where you go, mirrors or not it will cast a reflection on the walls around you. You must do this before midnight, and pick me up some Vlasic pickles would you?" He had gone from spouting wisdom to yammering on like an old man. "Thank you, for everything" Wesley dropped the necklace into his pocket and left after promising he would bring the old man some pickles.

Wesley met Savita at a local jazz club the following night. She figured she was safe in darkness, no mirrors and swanky music. "You look lovely tonight" Wesley added when he saw her sitting at the table he had reserved for them earlier on. "Thank you very much" They sat together and listened to the music. "I have something to give you" Sevita's eyes perked up and she squealed "Oh really? What is it?" Wesley took the dogtag his grandfather had given him and presented it to her in a black box. He pried it open and when her eyes fell on it she smiled again. "Its beautiful!" she chimed as she almost immediately took it from him. It was tarnished and not very shiny so she was almost sure it could not cast a reflection. The dogtag seemed to take on a life of its own. The metal casting a glow onto her skin and then her face. Her throat closed up slowly and she panicked. "Please excuse me!" Her hands clasped shut as she ran into the ladies room the metal seemed to sear into her skin. The bare walls around her transforming into full length glass mirrors. A blood curdling scream came from the bathroom. Glass cracking and then crashing all around her after she saw her reflection.

Selen fell to the floor and when she woke up there was Wesley standing over her. "Selena?" He knelt to the ground and picked her up. "Are you okay?" She was freaking out! "Its you isn't it? You gave her the dogtag, you knew...how else could you know?" He didnt answer her right away he just helped her up off the floor. They had made quite the commotion in there. The music had drowned out the noise they had made. Now it was time for them to leave. "You are her, you are the woman that my parents told me about. "Will you come with me tonight?" She was slightly confused. "Where are we going?" He leaned in to kiss her. "We are going home. I'm from a place you may know as Eirewood, it is a society of wolves. Will you come with me?" Selena pulled away from him. "I would but this is my home..I'm sorry" Wesley was heartbroken but respected her wish and as a show of his love for her he went to his parents and asked that his abilities be relinquished. He knew she was the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with whether it was an enchanted life or a normal one the point was he was spending it with her.