I Can Only Protect You

I walked into Hollywood Arts, treading ever so slowly to my locker that was to the left of the main stairs. I opened it after turning the dial with the right combination. I heard something from behind me. It was familiar and distinct in my mind. It was Cat, the preppy, small, adorable, redheaded, somewhat tan girl that I wanted. I wanted her so bad. I wanted to know what she tasted like. My mouth filling with drool made me want to turn toward her and take a bite out of her in front or every student there. But I couldn't. I couldn't have been found out for what I am. Not then anyway.

"Willa," I heard Cat call to me. I groaned mentally. What did she want? I closed my locker after grabbing some books. I then turned to Cat. "I wanted to ask you something about the homework for Sikowitz's class."

"Go ahead," I sighed, leaning back on my locker, holding my books on my forearms and crossing my left ankle over my right.

The entire time she was asking me the question and I was answering her question, I was drooling in my own mouth. I swallowed every few seconds to keep it from overflowing. I smelt her everywhere I went and I just wanted one bite, out of her arm or lower back, maybe even her thigh. It was killing me to not bite her. I just wanted one small bite.

"Willa?" Cat asked after I finished answering her question. I shook my head, waking from my daydream. I looked down at her, slightly glaring at her. "Do you want to walk to class with me?"

I had every single class with her that year. It was horrible. I would miss some days of school so that I wouldn't have to smell her.

I agreed to walk with her to class. On our way, I was walking to her left when I saw a hand reach out to grab Cat's behind from her right. I growled and grabbed the hands wrist, flipping it backwards, threatening to break it with a tug to it. The boy it belonged to fell to his knees with a cry out in pain. Cat turned to us and saw me standing over the boy. He was handsome, but I couldn't let him off easily just because of that.

"Keep your hands to yourself, boy," I spat out at him. I felt like breaking his wrist, but by doing that I would have been expelled from Hollywood Arts. I let go of the wrist, turned toward Cat and said, "Let's keep going."

She hesitated, but agreed. We walked to our class silently with others whispering as we walked by. I glared at them. They were talking about me and how I was a freak because of how strong I was. I walked into my classroom after Cat and sat in my assigned seat. I was a seat to the right of Cat and she was in the very back in the corner. I huffed at her scent wafting off of her and into my nose. I just wanted one bite. I sighed. It was going to be a long day.

Lunch time came around and I left Sikowitz's class quickly. I couldn't stand to smell her anymore. It was like a fat boy being teased with his favorite food. He would get angry at some point, right? Yes, he would. And that's how I was getting.

When it was almost the end of my lunch break, I walked into the school, immediately getting the scent of every student in the school. The one that stood out the most was Cat's scent, though. She was standing next to her friend, Tori Vega. I growled, walking over to my locker. I opened it, grabbed a book, and started to walk toward my next class. I heard Cat's voice behind me, but ignored it as if I didn't hear it. A hand grabbed mine and I knew that it was Cat's hand. I turned quickly giving her the worst death glare I could have possibly given anyone. She let go of my hand and took a step back after looking into my eyes.

Cat looked down at our shoes with her eyebrows furrowed. "I was calling you," Cat said, "You didn't answer, though."

I kept glaring at her. She glanced up at me then looked back down when she saw that I kept glaring. I turned and sighed. "Are you coming, or what?" I asked, continuing to walk to class.

Cat followed after me, slowly, with her head down. When I made it to class I sat in my assigned seat. Jade, Cat's other friend, sat to my left. I looked over at her. I knew her scent. She was what I was, kind of. She just wasn't born what I was so she couldn't smell me like I could smell her. Looking over at her, I gave a plain, almost emotionless look. She turned her head to me, hunching over in her seat with her elbows on the desktop and her hands coming together in a triangle. She gave me a smug look with a hint of anger.

I growled at her, showing her my teeth. Her eyes went wide and she looked from my teeth to my eyes that glared at her. She was unnatural. Not the real thing, like I was. When the teacher was about to walk by, I closed my lips and looked back to the front of the class.

I showed her my teeth and to my kind that was a fighting expression. If one growled at another with their teeth showing, it meant that they wanted to fight. And I wanted to fight the half breed she was. I was ready to show how dominant the real thing could be.

After class, I walked out of the classroom slowly, waiting for Jade to catch up to me. She trotted up from behind and grabbed onto my right shoulder. I smirked, grabbed her by her left hand that was on my shoulder with my left hand, and spun around quickly. I flipped her wrist like I did the boys wrist earlier that day. Jade fell to her knees - it was harder to get her to go to her knees unlike the boy, but I still got her to do it. Jade grabbed her left forearm with her right hand with her head lowered in pain. People started to gather around us to watch me dominate over her. I smirked down at Jade still holding her wrist tightly.

"Willa!" I heard someone shout behind me. I knew it was Cat. I could smell her one hundred miles away. She ran next to Jade and I then looked up at me facing me on my right with her chocolate brown eyes big and full of hurt.

Why was Cat hurt? Jade should have been upset. I was winning against her just by grabbing her wrist. But as I was staring at Cat I felt my hand let Jade go. Why I let go was a mystery to me. I just did it. I let her go.

Jade grabbed her wrist, glaring up at me. I glanced from Cat down to Jade to give her a quick glare back. When I looked back to Cat she was looking down at Jade. Cat hurried to help Jade stand. Jade growled, lightly pushing Cat away with her right arm. Cat stepped away from her, watching her leave the hallway.

Cat stepped in front of me after Jade turned a corner. "Willa," Cat breathed out, looking as if she was about to cry, "Why would you do that to Jade?"

"Like I need a reason," I scoffed as I walked in the opposite direction of where Jade went. Cat didn't follow after me.

School ended and I was on my way home when I smelt something delicious. I turned in all directions, trying to pinpoint the amazing scent. It wasn't Cat, but it smelt like Cat. Her blood was somewhere around me. I caught where the scent was coming from and followed it. It wasn't very strong, but still. I wanted to know why it smelt like Cat's blood. When I reached where the trail of her scent ended, I saw Tori. She was in a coffee shop with Jade. I growled at the sight. Why did they smell like Cat's blood? I didn't understand.

Tori's back was to me and Jade was facing me. Her head raised and she glared over Tori's shoulder at me. Tori must have seen Jade staring, because Tori turned around to look at me. I glared at both of them, taking a few seconds to glare at one before I switched and glared at the other.

I felt my pupils widen in my eyes as I picked up another whiff of Cat's blood. I followed it to her house that was a few miles away. It was a good thing I rarely got tired because if I did while I was looking for the location of Cat it would have taken much longer that it did. I stopped walking after catching a strong trace of Cat. She was close. I walked down a street to find Cat in a front yard of a house with a dog. She was sitting on the grass holding her right arm that had a gash on it about as wide as her thumb and as long as her index finger. The dog was lying next to her with its head on her lap. I walked up in front of her, looking down at her hurt arm. Cat gasped as she saw my shadow cover over her small body. She raised her head quickly to see who it was who stood over her.

"You're bleeding," I said in a cold way.

"Yeah," Cat stuttered at first before getting her words to squeeze out of her throat. "I was in a coffee shop and I tripped and fell and hit my arm on the pointy counter."

I sighed, squatting in front of her. I lightly took her right arms wrist then lifted it toward me. I looked over the gash only to lose control in the process. My pupils widened, my fangs grew in size, and my mouth lowered to the wound on her beautiful arm. I licked over the laceration, tasting her thick, sweet blood. It was like a drug it was so good. I shoved my tongue deep into the wound and Cat hissed and flinched in pain, lightly tugging to get me to let go. However, I didn't let go. I curved my tongue in her wound then lifted it back into my mouth with a small puddle of blood in a dip in my tongue. Looking to the blue sky after closing my mouth and swallowing her purely clean blood, I sighed in relief. That was the first time I got to taste her. And it was amazing. I dropped Cat's arm, licking my lips. My fangs shrunk and my pupils went back to normal.

Cat gasped. I lowered my head to look at whatever she had gasped at. Her arm was healing quickly.

You see, my saliva healed all kinds of things. Large wounds, diabetes, cancer. You name it, it healed it.

I smirked down at the once large wound. It had minimized to the point of being the size of her pinkie's nail. There wasn't even a scar left in its wake.

"How did you?" Cat asked looking up from her arm. Her eyes were wide and she seemed a bit scared.

"Don't worry about it," I demanded, my emotions now going back to the cold ways they were before.

I stood and started to walk away. Cat called, also standing, "You aren't a magician, are you?"

I halted. I looked down at the green grass and shook my head. "I'm not a magician, Cat." I started to walk on, but Cat called to me again, "Why did you hurt Jade?"

I stopped again. "I can't tell you." After speaking I continued walking. I didn't stop when she called to me for the third time. I didn't want to answer any more questions.

I walked home, which was only a few blocks away.