Sitting alone in my room. Thinking. I glare over at the chair by the window. Just a few nights ago, my uncle Dervish sat in that chair. But not now, now he's at Juni Swan's house, staying the night. Having a steamy session. Well that's my theory. He's been spending more and more time over there with her. I've barely seen him. And I know it's stupid, he can't sit in the chair and watch over me every night, that would be creepy. But he could at least talk to me. He refuses to talk to me, or even acknowledge my presence, when he's in conversation with Juni. And I know this is selfish but he's my uncle. Not hers. I can't help but feel like she's stealing him away from me. I know it's shallow but without him guarding my sleep, i don't sleep. I'm scraed my wolfen genes with take over, that I'll turn and no one can do anything about. I glance out the window. The moon is suspiciously close toa full moon. It terrifies me.
Sighing I push myself up from my bed and go wander around the house. Just as I leave the kitchen, the doorbell rings. I sigh and go to hand out candy to some kid from the Vale. It Halloween tonight. I answer it but instead of finding a bunch of kids, I find Reni Gossel standing there, dressed in a tight, leather corset with fishnet tights and black pumps. She has a short leather skirt on with some fake blood on her neck, like vampire bites. She comes closer to me and I get a whiff of alcohol. Usually I'd take her home but when she holds up a bottle of vodka up, I decide to loosen up. After all, it is Halloween.
2 HOURS LATER
Sitting on my bed, slurping from a beer can. We haven't opened any of Dervish' wine because he'd kill me but Reni had eight 6 packs of beer back at her house. After sneaking round to her house and sneaking them out we were back in my room, beer cans strewn across the floor and bed. I grin and belch loudly before breaking into loud laughter. I've been dressed up for Halloween. Black boots, black skinny jeans, black shirt and some black guyliner, with some fake blood sprayed around my clothes and in my hair. I glance over at Reni, she's staring at me.
"What?" I ask her, my words slurred, my vision spinning. I'm drunk. So very drunk, yet so very happy.
Reni leans over and kisses me. I kiss her back, this isn't like any other kiss. This is a hot, passionate kiss. She pushes me back on the bed and crawls closer to me, kissing down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. I sigh and smile drunkenly. I pull her face up to mine and kiss her, rolling over so I'm on top, hovering above her, holding myself up with my arms. I shrug my shirt off as she unzips my zipper. My fingers untie her corset as I feel her sink her fingers into my arse cheek. I run my hands up and down her thighs, ripping her tights from her legs. I whip her skirt off as she pulls my jeans off. She sits up and ditches her corset. She runs her fingers up and down my muscular abdomen, moaning with delight. Finally she dares enter my underwear. I unclasp her black lacy bra and cup a breast in each hand, she kisses down my chest finally ripping my boxers off and throwing them away. She isn't wearing any underwear. Finally I dare enter her. She moans in delight, her fingers tangling in my hair, I pull her legs up so they wrap around me waist. That night is filled with pure passion and love, moans and screams of delight from us both. And we have the house all to ourselves.
I wake with a throbbing head and a pounding head ache. I push myself up on the pillows and find Reni gone. I find a note on the pillow next to mine.
Sorry, I had to go, Loch demanded it! He's got a big wrestling tournament on today. I have to go and watch. I had fun last night, and I've disposed of all the evidence. Love YA Reni xx
I groaned and rolled back on the pillows, the note crumpling in my hand. Just then I hear electric guitar playing. Dervish must be home. I sit up in bed, whining. I grab some boxers and pull them on then go towards the noise, wincing as my head pounds harder. I kick open the room it's coming from. Dervish and Juni are sprawled in armchairs, Dervish' fingers strumming the guitar. I rub my eyes groggily as Dervish spots me and stops playing. Juni glances up and smirks at me.
"Someone had a rough night." Dervish smirks evilly, like he's played a cruel trick.
"Yeah. Just...couldn't get to sleep. Worrying about some stuff." I mumble, holding my head between my hands, hoping Dervish doesn't smell the alcohol I stink off. Right on cue he grins, "You're drunk." I whine like a kicked dog and nod.
I spend that day recovering from my hang-over, cursing Dervish when he spends the day making particularly loud noises outside my bedroom door. I woke the next day refreshed and ready to face Dervish. I got dressed and went downstairs to get some breakfast. I didn't expect to find Dervish with his tongue so far down Juni's throat he was practically licking her lungs. I backed out of the room as I saw that. I can't help but feel jealous, like Juni said, maybe I am jealous. So what, it's okay to be jealous right? Anyway I just didn't want to see my uncle kicked to the curb when his romance was over.
I was genuinely happy for him, don't get me wrong, I just had a gut feeling that he was going to get hurt. And I didn't want that. Plus, I didn't want Juni invovled if I was turning into a werewolf. I went to the garage/gym. I was only wearing baggy shorts so I could get as sweaty as I wanted. I put some music on from the big stereo we kept in the corner of the room. I went over to the big, battered punching bag and started to beat against it, at the same rhythym of the music. Eventually I got faster and blood was pumping out of my knuckles from where I'd cut them hitting the back. I went over to the weightbench and lifted some weights, venting my anger and jealousy. That night I was fidgety and couldn't stay still, I kept darting over to the window and staring at the moon. I paced my room, my hands trembling and scratching at my neck and face, running my hands through my hair and cracking my knuckles, rolling my neck. Dervish came just as I stood staring at the moon, my hand a gnarled claw, my fingers curling inwards. I had a wicked glint in my eyes.
"Grubbs? You ok?" Dervish asked, arching an eyebrow at me. He was shocked to find me pacing and fidgeting, glancing anxiously out the window.
"We need to talk," I muttered, not taking my eyes off the moon, "Dervish, I think I'm turning into a werewolf."