Scents…

The most that I feel from the world are scents.

Yes, maybe it is NOT very good. For humans. But hey, who the hell cares, I'm not one.

Running through the forest was always better for me than through the city- or malls… or whatever else there was.

So this time, the ground was after a good rain, it was soft, smelly -but in a good way- and slippery. My claws will be dirty after I finish, I guess. But then again, who cares; I had plenty of free time…

Maybe I will go for deers today. There weren't many here, yes, but enough for just one to hunt. Their scent was kind of…hm… oily as if, and a bit smelled from grass and needles, but their blood was good. Almost as good as human one.

Maybe I will spot some before…

…the sun hit my eyes…?

What the hell? It was night just now-

Oh, of course.

School.

I lazily opened them.

Just a dream. Damn. I got hungry from it.

I got up.

,,CAROL! Get up or you'll be late for school!"

Oh, mom's calling me.

,,I'm up!" I called back.

She really don't have to shout like that, I have good ears.

I got up, got dressed, and grabbed my school bag before rushing to the kitchen.

,,Are you going in this?"

,,Good morning to you too, mom."

Since I was little, I had a bit different taste in clothes than my mom.

I probably inherited more of my father's genes, I suppose. Starting with liking black, red, purple and Goth plus clothes that would fit more a bitch than a good girl (I wasn't a good girl afterall…), and ending with the fact what I was. A werewolf.

I found about it when I was six years old, when I just started to go to school. And whoa, it was hard to hide from the world!

First, I changed into a pup only at full moon, because I was afraid someone might find out and they will kill me, or put me into zoo, or maybe into some crazy scientist's hands. Horrors were my favorite movies. Which my living, crazy, hippie, human mother didn't like at all.

She was the worst combination possible, trust me. Sometimes I questioned myself, gosh is this my mother?

I don't know, who my father was. Mom said he died in a car accident when I was a baby, and she don't talk about him much. By the way, she didn't know he was a werewolf and I'm so glad. Otherwise she would be a lot more careful about letting me out.

,,Good morning, but gosh Carol! You look like a slut!"

I grinned. Being a slut, eh… well if I finally meet someone worthy, then sure. Most likeable would be another werewolf, so I wouldn't need to hold back, dear mother.

,,I always go like this."

,,Do you have nothing else to wear?"

I considered.

,,Mhm, no."

,,Hey, what about those things you got from aunt last time?"

,,No."

,,Try to look nice at least one day in a year!"

,,Why THIS day? I'd rather go to school only in undergarments!"

,,Fine!" mom shouted desperately and pushed my back. ,,Go to school."

I wanted to jump out of the window right away, but then I remembered we live in the third floor in a panel house.

I went out of the door.

As soon as the door was closed, I jumped out of the window on the hallway.

Nobody saw me, of course. Who would?

We live in a street only the worst live, we are poor, yeah. But I love it here.

I can run to school very freely.

I looked on the left, then right, then started to run.

The trace to school is very simple for me; fifty meters running, then jumping up and on a fence, then on a garbage can. On a balcony on the second floor. Then through three more, then down.

Then I was in a part where either the people were still sleeping, or they were gone.

I jumped up on the low roofs, running past twenty meters, then down again.

Nobody normal would jump down here, if he was on the roof already. It was the… bad part. Full of the worst people, full of drugs, alcohol and true sluts. But, well, it was a good place where nobody cared into other's personal life, if you just paid for what you wanted.

I came here since I started to go to school by myself, since I was eight. That's eight years. Mom thought I went to school around this place, through the center of the city. Which would took me a good amount of time, so I was always put of the flat at seven in the morning. And I had plenty of time to stroll around.

And I also had a job here. Well, one needed money.

I worked in a food store- well, at least it seemed food, but one could get almost anything from here- and that was what I needed.

The shopkeeper's name was Max. It was a old drunk person, but he was quite alright. He always got me what I needed, and didn't ask why I wanted it.

Usually, I brought my breakfast and also a small snack to school here. As for breakfast, that's the most important meal of the day, so I always brought a lot.

You know, I love dog food. Mostly those meat ones, yummy. Then I get some herbs for my stomach and teeth,- you know, ones wolves eat, then two bread slices with something and fruit. Always any fruit I wanted.

Max's shop was one of the most popular ones here, everyone knew him. You get on the street and asked someone; ,,What's new at Max's shop?" and anyone could tell you.

And everyone knew me too, since I was little. When I first came here, they thought I was lost, and I wandered to the shop, and asked if he needed help. And since then I came here.

The name Wolf Girl was earned once in a fight. Since then everyone respected me.

And also greeted me on the street. Not everybody, but most of those I sold things to.

Some would say those were the worst, but in my opinion those were great people, and most really funny. A lot better than those stuck-up rich kids I met at school, oh come on.

Here you could talk about whatever you wanted in front of anyone, and nobody would stare on you. I could say what I hated about school, how it was in the forest, how I hunted- how I kicked that chick's ass in school because she said I'm a freak.

How blood tasted.

I got into the back door of the shop. It was also his flat. I always came there in the morning and sat there a bit, exchanging news and stuff. It was a real mess, and the windows were painted to not let much sunlight in.

Sometimes it smelled of cigarettes, when I came unexpected, but not now, he knew I hated the smoke. It smelled strongly of alcohol, through. But that did always.

,,Hey, Wolfie!" he called, before I stepped in.

,,Hi, Max."

I got inside and sat, then stretched a bit.

,,Your breakfast is on the fridge," he said from behind the newspaper. ,,snack too."

,,Thanks!" I grinned.

He mostly leaved the food there.

,,Any news?" I asked while taking it.

,,Yup. You know this guy?" he showed me a photo in the newspaper.

,,Mhm, yeah! That's… that was my classmate."

,,He disappeared."

,,I know. He wasn't home for three days."

,,Well," he looked into the newspaper again. ,,good thing. It was a spoiled brat."

,,True," I smiled. ,,so, need help in the shop?"

,,Nah, today everybody seems to not give a f*ck about buying something. You can go."

,,Okay. Bye!"

,,Bye. Nice day."

First, I eaten a apple along the way.

But I had a familiar burning in the back of my throat. Full moon was coming… I wanted blood…

That missing boy in the news, that was my job too.

Don't get me wrong- I didn't always kill people for blood, I'm not f*ckin' crazy!

But once a month I go for a stroll, bite someone's neck and have some. They always seems to forget about it, I don't know why.

I mostly go for teenage boys, they are easy to get into a dark alley.

But some people that get on my nerves too much just get killed.

This one was icky. I didn't want his blood, so I buried him in the forest so deep even I wasn't able to sense him.

So the band in the school was smaller.

Oh, sure. I forgot to say something about my school. It's a average high.

The funny part is that actually the most crazy, blonde, cheerleader, queen-of-high girl was my best friend.

I don't understand it myself. She neither. We never fought even though we were so different. Me, a outsider that most feared, just the worst quite liked me.

Teachers were not very fond of me…

She greeted me in the door of the school.

,,I've got a gift for you!" I announced and pulled out the skirt I got from aunt.

,,Oh my God! That's the one I wanted to buy!"

,,Glad you're happy," I smirked.

During the third break I went to toilets to eat my dog food in peace.

Again I felt the familiar burning in my throat. I sighed quietly, then opened the window and breathed in the school air.

It smelled of the school trees, paper, and teenagers.

During lunch I sit with Christine and her three friends. We don't like each other, but we respect each other. I never had any trouble with bullying, because if someone started, I kicked his ass. Besides, I was the friend of the most popular girl.

Actually… my life was next to perfect.

,,Hey, Christy!"

Oh, that was Peter. Christine's boyfriend and school's most popular guy. You know, a average one. The boy that disappeared before- okay, the one I killed- was one of his gang.

,,Hello!" Christine smiled and pulled him down to a kiss.

I stared without any emotion, as he gave me a seductive look.

Most guy's in the school are after those four… or me. But mostly me… it's my wolf charm. It attracts prey.

Not that he's bad, no. But he's not my type.

Once I imagined, how would he look like as a werewolf, and I figured it didn't went out well.

,,Did you knew, Carol?"

I snapped out of thoughts.

,,What?"

,,Mike disappeared today as well," Christine frowned.

This woke me up completely.

I had two friends in school- her, and a boy named Michael Evanson.

He wasn't any kind of outsider, gosh no, but not Peter's gang either. He was the school's womanizer since… hm, even in elementary he was one. Of all the human ones, he was the one I was most attracted to. I would even change him, if only I knew how…

A mere bite wasn't enough, of course. Half of the city would be werewolves by now. And since I knew it won't work, I never bit him. Never. Not even once.

Through, I promised to myself, I would date only my kind, so we were just friends. Quite the best ones.

He was of the better sort, but secretly went to the same shop I did, just to do different things. As I said, he was a womanizer. But sometimes he ran out of patience so he came to Max to get him a girl.

This was bad news to me.

,,It's said someone said that he went to sluts sometimes, so he ran away from home," Peter announced bluntly.

Damn.

I suddenly got a bad feeling.