July 22, 17
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Lycanthropy
[1]- "The supernatural transformation of a person into a wolf, as recounted in folk tales..."
[2]- "A form of madness involving the delusion of being an animal, usually a wolf, with correspondingly altered behavior..."
-I googled this
No One's Perspective-
With the cooling breeze sifting through the air, the voices down by the Asphalt Café rang with a cheery delight. Groups crowded around tables, snacking on whatever food they could find, having already eaten their own. By the food truck sat a circle of six, five all but neglecting the story told. "-right, right? And so my brother then went and started to punch the dinosaur man before the cops was called and then he ran away with the hotdog fork in his hand," a tanned girl nodded, flicking her straight, red-dyed hair back over her shoulder.
The rest of the table exchanged glances, blinking back towards the girl. "Cat?" a pale teen with curled hair asked, "What does that have to do with Tori needing to call her phone?" She merely shrugged, glancing at another tanned girl - Tori - with a wise expression.
"Just be careful where you take out your phone, don't do it near a restaurant with hotdog forks," Cat advised. Slowly, the half-Latina nodded, excusing herself from the table with a blue pear-phone to her ear. With a perky smile, the redhead dove back to her salad, oblivious to the small chuckles and shaking heads around her. "Jade?" Cat spoke up, glancing at the dower teen dressed in black before her.
Her studded eyebrow raised, pale eyes lingering over the bubbly friend, even if she had always hesitantly said so. "What?" she spat, unable to blemish the cheery smile growing at her. The redhead only continued to stare, sending the goth to grimace impatiently. "Cat? What is it?" Jade snarled once again.
"What do you think she needed to talk about on the phone?" she replied, gaze flicking over the others around her. "She might have been ordering pizza but didn't want us to know," Cat added thoughtfully, "But she likes to share though..."
"No kidding," Jade snorted, dropping foot to the ground, unbending her leg.
The tanned boy beside her rolled his eyes, murmuring quietly, "Jade, don't act like you hate it when she gives you the crust of her pizza." She merely scoffed, turning her gaze back down at the table, the boy adding, "But no, Cat, I don't think she was ordering pizza."
As the girl pouted, the other teen beside the boy with his braided hair tied back muttered, "It would be nice if she was ordering pizza..."
"Andre, you have pizza right there," the tanned boy pointed towards the box in front of the other. Andre shrugged, commenting on how it was soggy that day. "Anyway," he murmured, scratching the side of his head, "So are we going to eat dinner before the rehearsal or what?"
Most shrugged, the puppet on the pale boy's arm quipping in, "Why is rehearsal at Jade's time of day anyway? I have more important business to take care of!" The thespian rolled her eyes, the three others not commenting.
"Rex," the ventriloquist sighed, "You know this play is important for the Halloween Jam!"
"Hush up kid," Rex retorted. The boy scowled before going back to his food, placing the puppet at his side.
Clearing his throat, Andre turned to him. "Hey Robbie? Do you know if Sinjin has the fake blood ready for the play? I know it's early but we have to make sure it isn't real blood like last time..."
Several pairs of eyes flicked over towards Cat who glared bashfully at them all, not willing to take the blame for her brother's antics. "Uh I think so, he was talking about it anyway," Robbie furrowed his brows, "And Sikowitz was saying that we should probably check anyways."
"Cool," came Andre's response before he took a bite from his sloppy pizza. He really wished it was at the same quality as it usually was on Wednesdays.
"Oh, that reminds me," the Canadian twisted to face the goth beside him, "Do you have the costume ready for the performance?"
"On Friday?" she asked blandly. He nodded, looking at her for an answer. "Almost, Cat needs to tailor the arms to be longer but other than that it should be good," Jade answered.
Accepting the answer, he goes back to his plastic box, finding the half the sandwich gone already. "Tori's been gone for a little while," Cat frowned, turning to see the empty spot, "The pizza doesn't take that long to order."
"Cat, she's not ordering pizza," Jade snapped tersely.
The boy beside her turned, wiping his lips before asking, "Maybe you should go get her and see."
"Why not you Beck? You're the one concerned," she folded her arms.
The tanned boy - Beck - gave a halfhearted smile, jerking his head towards the direction the half-Latina strode off to. "But I'm not the one just sitting down. Just go get her," he grinned as she rolled her eyes, giving in. "Thank you Jade..."
"You owe me a coffee," she spat behind her. Leaving the group behind her, Jade stormed off as Beck had directed, searching around for the half-Latina. She exhaled impatiently as her boots clicked against the concrete leading towards the double doors. Shoving one open, the thespian continued her path, marching through the hall. She slowed her pace, glancing around at the decorations along the walls. Voices began to draw her attention from a paper-mâché bat hanging from the ceiling, guiding Jade towards a corner.
She halted in her steps, a familiar voice coming from the side. "Really? You have the medication, thank God..." She furrowed her brows at Tori's exaggerated relief, remaining by the corner with her ears pounding. "Yeah...Right, right...Okay, yeah I know I'll have to...Yeah I'm a bit nervous, I'll be walking all around here and it's a full mo- I know I'm being ridiculous...I know mom, yeah...I'll try, but when's it coming in?" Jade frowned as Tori inhaled slowly, apparently not liking the answer. "That's right when they're picking me up! Uh huh...I don't know but I guess...Yeah," she heaved a long breath tiredly, "I guess I'll have to...Okay, well I'll see you later I guess."
Pale eyes widened frantically, Jade backing away slowly to ensure she wasn't by the corner. After a moment or two, she rolled her eyes, stepping forward as Tori crossed the corner wall. "Vega?" she growled, "You've been- there you are..." The half-Latina raised a brow at the goth's scowl, folding her arms.
"It was an important call, what do you want?" she hummed passively, striding to meet Jade.
"You've left for a while and Beck sent me to get you."
She nodded, passing the goth who followed her with a curious expression. Pursing her lips, however, she said nothing. Maroon combat boots left the hall with dark Vans, the two girls striding across the Asphalt Café. Once behind the table, Tori beamed as the others greeted her, Cat asking about pizza. "I, uh," she tilted her head, sitting back down at the table, "I wasn't calling for pizza." Cat grumbled under her breath, Jade slinking into the seat while the rest finished with their bites of food.
Beck brushed some of the sauce from his sandwich off his upper lip, eyes narrowing at Tori with a small hiccup. "So - hick - what were you calling about? - hick -" he patted his chest, glancing at the youngest Vega.
"Oh it wasn't much," she waved off, "Just some stuff I need tonight."
"Need?" Andre asked, eyebrow raised, "How so?"
Tori shrugged her answer, merely stating, "It's fine, I just needed to check up with my mom so I can- It's fine." She inhaled softly, glancing over the table. "So who's gonna watch the new movie that will come out Friday?"
"Which one?" Cat frowned, "You mean 'Detective Narwhale?' It's not going to be as good as the others but..."
As the half-Latina went to shake her head with an amused smile, Jade growled, "You mean 'Don't You Cry?'"
"Uh...no. I don't want to- no," she grimaced, "Isn't that supposed to be about that guy who murdered fifteen people at...no." The goth merely rolled her eyes, folding her arms distastefully. As dark eyes shifted towards Beck beside her, her gaze lingered over the singer curiously. She heaved a sigh before suddenly picking herself up from the table, deeming the conversation too bland. "Jade, where are you-"
"Bye," the goth snapped, waving behind her with a false smile.
-(:)-
Her steps padded their way towards the bathroom, knuckles tightening at her right fist. Tori glanced down at her phone, eyes blinking at '5:27.' The half-Latina sighed, her steps halting at the bathroom door, dark eyes maneuvering towards the chipped paint at eyelevel to her. "Trina, come on...hurry," she groaned before murmuring to herself, "They better get here late." She rolled her eyes at her sister's scoff, though pleased that the shuffling inside quickened.
After a few moments, the door yanked open, Trina Vega sending her younger sibling a small glare. "You're going to have literally no time for it," she muttered, shifting to the side.
"I know, I know," Tori waved her off, "Just let me hope that the rest won't get here for a short while."
The older sister pursed her lips, mumbling, "Well I'm not going to stall them, I have to get to the rehearsal too you know. Got to get these talents to shed on everybody else." The half-Latina in the bathroom only sighed, gesturing to her sister to close the door. Once a click sounded from it, Tori loosened her grip around the orange canister, examining the label.
"Tori D. Vega...thirty-seven lunar cycles with one dose...but I'm taking three so...okay," she breathed impatiently, "Uh huh, right...yeah- that's good enough." Unscrewing the grey lid, she rolled one small, white pill in her left palm, the right shuffling around for a glass. Placing the small pill on the side, water then rushed from the sink, immediately filling the glass. Nodding, Tori gingerly held the white tablet in her hand, reaching her head back before-
Bam-bam-bam.
The half-Latina growled, the door opening down the stairs, some of the group greeting Trina with 'hey's and 'where's Tori?'s. "Damn," she scoffed, slipping the capsule back into the canister, shoving the container in her pants pocket. Quickly, the youngest Vega dumped the water in the sink, the water draining through the pipe once she was out the door. Her steps darted towards her room, eyes flailing wildly along the poster-covered walls and clean floor aside from the few articles of clothes and magazines scattered about. She snatched a small bag from the side of her bed, swinging it on her shoulder. Running a hand through her hair, Tori stretched a smile across her face, her gut twisting once her eyes darted out the window.
Swallowing a small knot she avoided staring out them, hands quickly finding the railing. "Hey Tori!" Andre's call brought her attention, "You ready to go or..."
"Hmm?" she made it to the last step, "Oh yeah, I was just getting my stuff. We could go- wait," she halted, attention spanning around, "Trina, where's my hoodie?"
Her elder sister picked up her head, mouthing 'Did you not take it?' Once she shook her head in reply, Trina grumbled, appearing uninterested, "Over by the counter." The half-Latina nodded, mentally thanking her sister's ability to be able to act, something which not many believed she could. As Tori concluded however, that fact may have just come up based on her sister's - as Trina phrased it - sense of self. She pulled off the bag from her shoulder as the few others lightly conversed with each other, then pulling the grey hoodie over her.
"Alright, I'm good," she announced, Jade raising a brow from the doorframe.
She drew from her coffee before growling, "It's not that cold outside."
"But it's a bit breezy and I don't want to have it give me chills," came a reply quickly, denouncing the small debate. The goth merely grunted into her cup, a subtle, smug smirk crawling along the singer's lips. "So what's the driving situation?"
Beck furrowed his brows, recalling the plan that Andre and he discussed, answering, "Andre's going to take Cat and Robbie but there won't be much room because of the box of costumes and other stuff and I guess I'll take you, Jade and Trina-"
"Yes," the eldest hissed, smirking gratefully.
"Right..." the Canadian drawled, shaking his head with a quiet grin, "Anyway, I don't have anything else with me, Andre's taking all of it, so you guys will have some room."
The musician glanced around the room, confirming that everyone was all ready. "Alright, let's go then!" he grinned, striding through the door with Robbie and Cat following, Beck at their heels. The two sisters dove towards the door, Tori pulling the hood over her head. Pale eyes narrowed, Jade grabbing the handle and shutting the door harshly behind, gaze not dropping from the half-Latina. The teens trenched through the soft grass, blades of grass sticking to their heels when they crawled into their vehicles.
Trina shuffled into the back of Beck's car - once Jade had snapped at her, making sure she had shotgun - Tori following along. Dark eyes flicked anxiously towards the windows of the car, beads of sweat forming. She settled her bag at the end of the seats, seating herself beside her sister in the middle seat. "Why don't you sit in the side?" Jade snapped, the reflection of pale eyes narrowing in the mirror.
"I just want to cuddle with my sister," the singer murmured, awkwardly wrapping her arm around Trina's neck who smiled toothily as well. Shaking her head, the goth switched her gaze towards the front of the road, watching as Andre's set of wheels pulled out. She furrowed her brows as the sisters detached themselves, Tori staring at her feet, hands fumbling around with each other. Pale eyes kept their attention towards the Ford ahead, leading the way.
Trina ducked her head lower, eyes towards her sister. "You're fine..." she whispered softly, "You know how this shit works, you can control it..." The younger of the two shook her head wearily, her fist balling. "Is it bad tonight?"
"Not the worst," she growled softly, her eyes darting ahead. Neither of the two seemed to have been listening. "It's just I have this really bad feeling tonight...like something's going to happen."
Trina nodded solemnly, eyes shifting towards the older magazines stuffed in the pocket of Beck's seat. "Well then," she started, recalling how well her sister's intuition predicted circumstances, "Just take it immediately when we get there...was that why you were trying to take it at home?" Tori nodded slowly, her back straightening momentarily to crack a few stiff joints.
"I just don't want to take any chances. It's not bad tonight to control but I have this feeling if I let it, I won't be able to as easily..." The elder sister leaned back, her shirt brushing against the leather seat, eyes still trained on the model on the pages in front of her.
She took a slow breath, whispering quietly, "Just stay out of everything I guess."
"Kind of hard when you're playing the main role and you also are one of the co-directors for the play, Trina," Tori folded her arms, back against her own seat. The two kept quiet as the car - more like a truck with a trunk Tori had supposed - moved forward, stopping as a red light blinked while Andre continued across the intersection. The thespian remained silent, pale eyes lingering towards the sky. Her ears throbbed, wanting to hear more of the conversation that had died just a few moments before. With her gaze resting on the glowing ball of light in the sky, accompanied by speckles of light dotted across and grey smudges, she felt her thoughts pang against her skull.
So many questions rang through her mind and as she twisted around to catch Beck's eyes, she knew he was thinking the same thing. Though, before any could be answered, the school pulled itself up minutes later. All four dove out of the car, Tori jogging with her sister towards the entrance with shuffling steps. To their luck, however, Jade narrowed her gaze as they both cursed at the locked front door, trailing along the side.
"What the hell were the talking about?" Jade murmured quietly, her strides catching up with the other two as they found themselves in the group.
The Canadian merely shook his head, furrowing his brows. "Anxiety? I know Tori has some problems with it... Once saw her with some medication in her locker so that would be my guess." The goth nodded slowly, knowing that the half-Latina wasn't the most confident soul of them all, even with her rapid growth and success. "That's what she told me anyway, didn't really say what type of medicine it was," he added as an afterthought.
"Hey you two!" Ander grinned, his arms full with a box, brimmed with masks, "So could you go and help the others with Sinjin's set of props? We just need them to get started with the storage in the theatre."
"Sure thing," Beck nodded, his ex following quietly. Their shadows danced in the moonlight, eyes glancing up at the stars. "Isn't the moon beautiful?" he asked quietly, having noted Jade's love for the full moon, "Nice and bright tonight."
"Yeah..." she drawled, bringing her attention towards the siblings. Trina's strides danced in the light as well, brushing against the line of black which the school casted down with its walls. The other Vega, on the other hand, kept to the wall, her shoulder rubbing against the rough brick. They halted in their steps as Sinjin came around the corner, gesturing towards the boxes of fake blood littered along the wall.
The gangly teen nodded, mumbling, "-nd those will go with the Black Box Theatre."
"Yeah, Andre said the same thing," Tori nodded, her hands gripping her arms tightly, hood hovering over her forehead.
"You alright Tori? You seem pale..." Sinjin observed slowly, his voice edged with its usual uncomfortable groove. She bobbed her head hastily, swallowing a small lump in her throat.
"I- uh," her voice cracked, "I just need to get to the bathroom." Beck bent down to pick up a box, gesturing for the others to do the same. Trina complied, the younger sibling shivering, hands clammy against her fine coat.
All five turned their heads towards hollers, beckoning Trina over. "Cassie!" Trina put down the box with wide arms, "What do you need?"
"We need to rehearse because," the blonde grimaced as the elder Vega leaned in expectantly, nodding, "we just need to practice a little bit more on your lines."
"Okay, okay, yeah. We'll get you guys sorted," Trina grinned, twisting around. "I'm going to go, bye!" The rest grumbled besides Tori who glanced at her sister wearily. Trina mouthed 'sorry' before setting off, closely tagging with the few other seniors. The rest resumed their activities, pale eyes lingering on the half-Latina as shaky arms reached for a small box of fake blood. She heaved her own, Beck staring over the Vega's shoulder with a small grin. With a sudden collection of shrieks, Tori scampered away, feet scuffing against the moonlit ground with the box back on the ground.
The masks howled with laughter before Andre pulled off his scarecrow one, Robbie and Cat their zombie masks. "Oh my God the look on her face," the musician chortled, the few others joining in. Though the goth twisted around in hopes to see the singer brush it off, pout or laugh as well. Her laughs, however, almost died of immediately at the inhale she took which was suddenly cut off.
"Tori?" Jade tilted her head in concern, watching as she went ridged. Her eyes widened, hands tense and hood down. The youngest Vega grit her teeth suddenly, flashing canines before her steps jerked back. She held her head with a tight grip, the goth stepping closer. "Tori?" she asked again, the rest watching nervously, "Are you-"
"Don't touch me," Tori snarled in a gruff voice, her hand whacking the comforting hand away. Jade grimaced, gasping as she rubbed her wrist with the edge of the box at her other hand, watching the half-Latina stagger back. "I-I, I have to...go," she stammered, her legs twisting her around before bolting down the side of the school.
Cat dropped her mask, her legs taking her forward a few strides. "Tori?" she asked softly, watching the half-Latina bolt past a senior, bringing him down almost instantly.
"Cat, you stay and take this," Jade ordered calmly, bringing the box of fake blood to the redhead's hands, "I'll go see what's up, alright?"
"O-okay, you do that," she nodded as the goth sprinted away, not even batting an eye at the ruffled senior. Jade nearly hurled herself at the double doors leading inside once she stepped through, pale eyes wide and alert. She called her name, hoping that the Vega would answer. Though, as expected, none came. She furrowed her brows, jogging past the rows of lockers and doors of classrooms.
The thespian worked her brain tirelessly, finding some way to know where she had gone. As her steps halted near the janitor's closet, her eyes swept towards the bathrooms down the hall. She nodded curtly, her steps making their way towards the girls' restroom. With her hand on the handle, her jaw clenched; Jade didn't necessarily know what to expect or what was to come. Her thoughts quickly flashed scenarios as she pulled down, walking inside. She blinked at the flickering bathroom light - the very same that Jade had told the janitor previously to fix - looking along the stalls. "Tori-" the goth began, though all air swept out from her mouth as soon as she crossed the room, eyes landing on the half-Latina.
She froze, orange canister by her side along the counter, chest rapidly moving. Tori twitched, eyes blinking while teeth flashed through the foam at her mouth. Her body looked almost it was vibrating to Jade with the tension in the muscles. "J-Jade," she growled hoarsely, "You get outside now, barricade the door until I knock on it three times, got it?"
"Wha-"
Tori staggered back, hand clutching her shirt before she let out a low, harsh groan. "Jade, do what I fucking say now! Go! Go!" she barked, gesturing towards the door as her feet scampered towards the back wall. Pale eyes darted towards the door, her strides shuffling towards it anxiously. The thespian constantly winced at the cries of clear pain behind her, lagging her steps. Once her hand reached the cool corner, the door a few more feet away, she froze, ears with her heart rapidly thumping behind them. Her brows furrowed, pale eyes darting along the ground.
All was silent aside from her hard working lungs.
Curiosity took the best of her, turning her head towards the opposite end of the bathroom. Her chest felt like an anvil plummeted onto it, taking all of the air out in one split second. Pale eyes widened, Jade barely breathing, "Tori?"
What stood in the corner of the bathroom underneath the blinking light was no Tori, she found. Her body was arched with long, powerful legs that stood on paws alike a wolf with great claws stretched from the black fur. Huge, clawed hands pressed against the ground, the bones and veins easily visible despite the short, black hair - 'fur,' Jade's thoughts concluded - that rode up to her mid forearm before it blended gently with the mousy hair. A long tail came from behind, it too black like the rest of the limbs. However, the pearly white eyes caught her attention, and then the long, foamed snout with white canines bared. Jade frowned slightly, eyes resting on the pinned, large ears and the curled, grey horns alike a Billy goat that sat on top of its head. 'Her head...' she reminded herself.
She nearly whimpered as the beast stood, easily going well over seven feet. It growled a low husk, setting back down to the ground, slowly crawling towards her. Jade felt her back press itself against the wall, the white, clouded eyes staring unblinkingly. "T-Tori?" she whispered shakily, earning no response.
'You get outside now...' the half-Latina's voice from only a minute before rang through her skull, the beast still making its way towards her. Nails scratched along the tile, shuffling past shredded clothing and torn shoes. With a sudden urge to move, Jade made an attempt to hurl herself towards the door, screeching once the wolf-thing pounced, snarling murderously. Jaws snapped at her face, sending the thespian towards the stalls. She cried as nails sliced at her arm, jerking her towards the wall.
Her spine collided with the tile before her shoulders, large hands gripping her wrist with an unhuman force. The goth's teeth clenched as the beast - 'Tori,' she once again reminded herself - roared, teeth snapping at the wall once she squirmed relentlessly. With a surge of adrenaline, her boot connected her black nose, the wolf yelping, staggering back with hands clutching its muzzle. Taking her opportunity, Jade skirted around the trashcan against the wall, her hopes to reach the metal handle.
Though, in a split second, she felt a brick's force against her ribs, sending her to collide with the grey bin violently. Tori's hands gripped Jade's sides, white teeth gleaming in pale eyes. Another kick came towards her stomach, the goth managing to tear towards the sinks. Jade grasped her bicep, hissing at the bleeding wound before her body slid against the floor, her back smacking the wall. Her breathing became rapid as her limbs shook, picking herself up, eyes blinking under the flickering light. The creature stalked its way towards her, claws tapping against the ground almost mockingly. The thespian whined; 'She's going to kill me...' Once the thought had crossed her mind, she felt her eyes burn, legs taking off towards the other side of the bathroom.
With her steps almost to the wall, thundering claws darted behind her, sending a morbid chill down her spine. A scream scratched against her throat once horns pinched her sides tightly, rocketing her towards the last few feet, plummeting her body against the wall. Her shirt and leather jacket tore easily while skin grazed like paper. Jade was out of her grasp with a wrenching movement, sending her straight to the ground with a groan. Claws tore at her previously weakened bicep, flipping her abruptly to her back. She struggled up the wall before black nails dug at her waist, shoving her to the floor. The teen blinked back tears as white eyes gleamed above her, foam drooling to her shirt with clean canines flashing. Red trailed along the wall, pointing to her writhing form.
In a blink of an eye the wolf dove towards her right shoulder, jaws snapping gingerly, testing the flesh. Jade shrieked, her hands fumbling, attempting to shove the creature off of her. Once the teeth sank in further, all of her muscles tensed, bones lighting like molten rock. She whimpered, her body shaking horribly as sharp, invisible pins just from the heated blacksmith's flame stabbed into her joints, her tendons, her muscles and bones. Her gut lurched aggressively, stomach acid crawling up her esophagus.
"TORI," she screamed.
In a quick movement, the wolf broke away, its head shaking, hands clutching it. Eyes flicked towards Jade as she twitched, the white sinking from them, presenting the dull brown that Jade had come to love. She whimpered, scurrying towards the sinks frantically. Hair dissolved from the skin, horns sinking back into the skull, tail melting away as teeth shrunk. In a mere moment sat Tori, clutching the sinks with her bare, caramel skin shining in the flickering light. Her eyes widened as Jade flipped over, giving into her vomit.
The half-Latina picked herself up, glancing at the mirror with horror. Her hands were coated with a light brush of red - especially around her nails - while her teeth shone with dark blood. She spat it out immediately, heaving at the metallic taste. "Oh my God Jade," she twisted around, her hands over her mouth, "I'm so sorry...I'm sorry..."
The only response that came was a blood curdling scream, back arching while hands gripped the ground. She trembled furiously, the waves of heat that flashed through her body sending her to the brinks of pain. The singer shuffled frantically through her bag, pulling out her phone immediately. Her eyes remained on the goth who staggered up, back slamming against the wall, skin along her wounds blistering as it began to seam themselves together.
Tori winced at the second cry, a voice from the other end answering impatiently. "Trina...I-I-I- you need to get here now. I knew- Get us away from here- I, I didn't mean to...I can't-"
"Calm down Tori!" Trina snapped, thoroughly concerned, "What happened?"
"I bit Jade!" she sobbed hysterically, watching as Jade tore off her leather jacket, clutching her arms which ripped at her fingertips. "I-she's hurting...help me! She's turning and-and I can't- she...she...she..." She choked on her whimper, her eyes closing as tears dropped from them. "Fucking get here now Trina...please...I can't- I need her to be aliv- help me...help her!"
"How did you turn Tori? Did you take the medicine?"
"If I didn't," she snapped in a frenzy, her hands roaming around the counter, pills scattered about and down the drain, "I wouldn't be talking to you...but I did it too late...I turned anyway... I don't know if I would've kept her alive-" She yelped as Jade hurled herself at the stalls repeatedly, the doors screaming in their own pain. "A-Andre scared me and I went out in the moon and- we're in the bathroom and- by my locker and- and... FIX THIS!"
"Calm down, calm down," Trina gasped soothingly, "I'll be there as soon as I can." Tori nodded as the line went dead, her phone dropping to the floor.
"Tori..." she whined, pale eyes flickering back towards the half-Latina, piercing through her doe eyes.
She collapsed to her knees, bare skin scratching against the ground. "I'm so sorry," the Vega's voice wavered, "I never meant to hurt you... I-just hold it in, don't turn. We need to get you to my house first." Jade growled wearily, hands scratching at her left boot until it rocketed along the ground, silver blades falling from it. The goth grimaced as she clutched her black-clothed foot, Tori pulling loose fitting pants over her legs from her bag. She scrambled a quick, baggy shirt on, the bathroom door bashing open behind her.
"Holy shit Tori," Trina gasped, staring at the demolished trashcan, torn clothing and smeared, red trail along the wall. Her eyes darted towards Jade who screamed, on her knees with her hands gripping her biceps. "Tori, we need to calm her down-"
"But-" dark eyes welled up, "But I don't want to hurt-"
"Tori," the eldest snapped, grimacing at her sister's nervous expression, "We have to. Where did you bite her?"
"Right on the stress point," she cried, eyes watering. The elder sister nodded slowly, wincing once Jade's teeth bared, grinding against one another.
Pale eyes flicked towards the two sisters, landing on Trina. "Don't you touch me!" she snarled menacingly, an animalistic husk already tainting her vocal chords. Her limbs creaked as she stood up, staggering to her left from the unbalance of her sock and shoe. Trina cringed before jumping towards the goth, ducking as a quick swipe was hurled towards her. She ran smack into the other teen, sending her straight to the wall with the blinking light flashing just before it. Jade snarled as hands pressed against her shoulders, another unhuman force restraining her. Though, pale eyes flashed at the realization that this was a much weaker force than before, Trina already struggling with her twitching body.
"Don't make me turn Jade," she growled.
"I fucking said don't-touch-me!" Jade spat, her boot colliding with Trina's stomach.
In an instant, the elder Vega shot towards the other wall, landing against the tile with a grunt. "God damn she is strong," she hissed, her eyes flickering towards her sister as she lurched towards the thespian. Tori pressed her left hand against Jade's chest firmly, the goth groaning at the heavier weight than Trina's both hands.
"Don't make me use both hands..." the half-Latina grimaced, vaguely hearing Trina pick up Jade's scissors from the ground. "This-this is going to hurt," she mumbled, her index and middle finger on her right hand pressing against the center of Jade's bite mark at the curve of her neck. Pale eyes widened, her relentless shifting slowing as she gripped the singer's arm, weakly crying out. Her other trembling hand gripped Tori's left side, pulling her closer as her weight shifted to her buckling knees.
The youngest Vega's left hand moved towards her back, nails gently digging into her clothes. "I-it hurts..." Jade wept, her chest shaking as tears sprinkled down against Tori's neck. No answer came other than new fingers finding her stress point from behind her neck, Tori's right hand then handling her legs. She heaved Jade in her arms, her body twitching while the goth clutched the green, baggy shirt.
Dark eyes found her sister's, welling up with tears once again. "How are we going to get back? You didn't drive."
"Beck," Trina mumbled, "He'll spare his keys once he hears that Jade's sick; threw up all over the bathroom with a fever while you did the same." Jade groaned, hissing violently as she felt her spine move, almost cracking under pressure.
"Jade," Tori cooed softly, "Jade, come on... I know I'm asking a lot but hold it in, please, we can't have a werewolf running loose all over the school." The goth weakly nodded, silently crying as no air was found, her lungs compressed. "We need to get out of here now Trina, let's go." Snatching the bag and what was left of the medication from the counter, Trina nodded, leading the two towards the door. Tori shifted through the opening, her sister holding the door with one hand.
They crossed the hall hurriedly, the half-Latina careful not to apply any unnecessary pressure on Jade's wound. "Quick!" Trina jumped, ushering the pair towards the janitor's closet, "In here, Beck's just down the hall!" And indeed he was, calling for both Jade and Tori. The youngest Vega couldn't've even imagine how long they must have been gone for. She darted into the closet, Trina throwing the bag in with them before straightening out her shirt for any kinks.
The singer crouched down, eyes shifting towards the small window that let out the small light in the dark room. Jade shifted against her abruptly, Tori's hand clapping against her mouth. "It'll be okay, Jade," she spoke softly, "Just hold on for a little longer...it'll be okay." She grimaced once she felt warm tears run against her thumb, Jade silently weeping while the two spoke to each other by Tori's locker.
Jade's head dove back, wrenching itself from the Vega's grasp, sharper teeth baring painfully. "Christ," she sobbed before a gentle hand was placed back on her mouth while legs squirmed, pale knuckles turning translucent, grasping the shirt. Her right lifted from Jade's mouth slowly, the goth heaving her quiet breaths. Tori caressed her cheek gingerly, lips pressing against her warming temple. As Tori leaned away, her right hand brushed over Jade's back which was scorching with the thespian's black shirt on. Her jaw clenched as Jade whimpered, the door opening.
Trina held a pair of keys in her hand, dangling it in the air while gesturing for the bag. Tori quickly tossed it, slowly bringing herself back on her feet, Jade still in her arms. "How did you-" she began in a whisper.
"It was easy, actually. I just had to explain how you were sick...he said Jade shouldn't have eaten the five Hot Pockets before they left," she shrugged, glancing at the said goth. "How's she doing?"
"If I didn't have a proper hold on her I doubt she would still be in her human form," the younger sister said simply. Shuffling through the door, the half-Latina followed her sister down the hall, occasionally shifting her attention up the stairs and back at the other halls, hoping nobody would come. Though luck had been on their side; the hall was empty as Trina pushed against the double doors, sending them both towards the front parking lot. Their steps scurried down the long, stone stairs, meeting the ground heavily. The familiar vehicle blinked as the key was pressed, the engine starting with a couple more.
Tori nodded slowly, the eldest jogging over before yanking the back doors open. Biting the inside of her cheek, the half-Latina slid the goth in, her limbs pinching at her sides, fingers back on the mark. The door slammed behind them, shaking the car. As Trina slid into the driver's seat, plopping the keys in the cup holder - as the car was a newer model - she pulled a seatbelt over her head, twisting her upper body around. "You're going to have to call mom and dad, I can't because I'm driving," she ordered, glancing momentarily at Jade's writhing body.
The youngest gestured for her phone, shifting her left fingers over to the thespian's pulse point. Once the call was ringing in her ears, she closed her eyes. 'God tomorrow's going to be hell. How the fuck am I going to explain why three actresses, a co-director and script writer left? No sudden flu will explain the bathro- Fuck, we left the freaking clothes...' she pondered, gazing down despairingly as pale eyes shown with agony.
"Hello? Tori? How is-"
"Mom," she gasped, cutting Holly off immediately, "Please, we need help. I-I...We're going home now with Jade and-"
"Hold on missy," Mrs. Vega snapped wearily, "Tonight is your dad and my-"
"Mom," the half-Latina growled, allowing the animalistic husk to coat her voice, "I turned tonight and Jade as with me and-and...I bit her and she's turning now." Silence blanketed the other end as Jade roared, hips bucking, unbalancing the singer. Her left hand caught the back seats in an effort to not have her head bash into the window, the goth snarling.
The youngest Vega distantly heard a chair drop onto the wood floor, Holly yelling for her husband. "Tori- how far along is she?" she asked tersely, scrambling about the couch.
"Not far but I doubt she'll -" she muttered, forcing her fingers back on the bite mark, Jade heaving, "- be able to hold on for that much longer." Black painted nails clawed at her own collarbone, scratching along the skin abruptly. Red marks flashed angrily in the light, thick blood tainting the skin around it while the skin perfectly pieced itself together before Tori's very eyes. "Please," she sobbed as Jade flicked her gaze at the teen on top of her, "Help her..."
"We'll do what we can Tori," her mother answered immediately, cutting the line short to prepare for their arrival. The half-Latina wheezed as Trina cut a corner, breaking at least three laws with the red light and the other van on her right. Though her focus switched towards Jade's dilating eyes immediately, white canines bestowing themselves bellicosely. Pale hands immediately tore at the shirt, the thespian arching her back, eyes hostile.
"Jade- calm down," Tori whimpered, snatching both of Jade's wrists, pinning them uncomfortably towards the door, legs pinning her waist feverishly, "I-I know it hurts and I know you don't want to be here or in this but..." Hot tears trailed down, dropping onto her pale neck before reaching the seat. "I know, trust me, I know how it's like to have your body go against you... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
The goth's shoulders shook, her aggression dying down once her throat scratched out a searing cry. "It hurts...everything hurts...make it stop...please."
"This pain will be over soon," the Vega promised, Trina's gaze darting towards the mirror hanging over the dashboard, her own vision almost blurred. She had always hated watching her sister cry; never in her life had she seen anybody else keen to not spill tears of any kind. Jade dipped her chin a few times before groaning savagely, her back rising. Tori watched in horror as pale biceps grew, tearing the rim of Jade's short sleeves, a combat boot kicking out at the door behind her. Black nails swiped at the seat, leaving deep trails of broken seems behind. Unlike her skin, however, the seams did not sew themselves together. "Trina," Tori growled, quickly pressing two fingers on Jade's stress point, earning a weak whimper, "When are we going to get home?"
"Well," she choked, glancing down the road, "The only police officer down here now doesn't give a shit if we break laws at the moment so long we get Jade over...so about, half a minute." With that the car lurched forward, slamming their bodies against the seat with two groans sounding from the back. Wheels skirted down the street, twisting wildly at a corner.
"FUCKING HELL TRINA," Tori bellowed her deep rasp, elongated canines flashing. Her eyes widened as the curb just before her house came to view, the car slowing. Though, as she expected, the wheels plummeted into the grass, the car sliding until the hood merely bumped the tree, the murky mud piling at the tires. The eldest teen tore out of the car, not bothering to check the several scratches along the sides or see if the tires were able to move again or even close the door.
The back door wrenched open, Jade immediately collapsing to the ground, Tori scrambling out. The goth scampered herself up, tipping over to the side, the sisters hastily balancing her. With the scorching weight on their shoulders, the Vega sisters maneuvered towards the front door, their father yanking it open wearing just his robe. "Come on," he jerked his head, "We need to get her to the basement." Tori nodded, the color slowly draining from her cheeks at the harsh, painful groan brushing against her ear.
Their feet scuffed the wooden floors as the front door closed, David jogging around, his arms out. "Come on, we'll take her off your hands," Holly came from the couch, still in her jeans and collared-shirt. The girls obliged hesitantly, Jade falling limp into the police officer's arms, her limbs twitching horribly. She let out a soft growl, pale eyes towards the ground which swayed back and forth to her view.
The youngest Vega collapsed onto the couch, her elbows on her knees, hands gripping her forehead. Her ears pounded as Jade was lead into the garage, and then down to the third floor which - she choked out a sorrowful laugh - the thespian didn't even know was there. 'Of course she wouldn't. I can't fucking tell her that I'm chained there every time I turn without the medication,' she mentally swore. Connecting her fists together, she pressed her lips against them, gut churning and twisting at the distant screams down stairs, the garage closing quietly behind David.
"We're going to let her turn and calm down before we check on her, okay?" he asked quietly, his strides leading him towards his daughter. Trina seated herself on the other couch, her hands shaking while dark eyes glanced at her sister, huddled between Holly and David. The younger half-Latina nodded softly, throat too sore for words. Despite that fact, she answered hoarsely once her father asked, "How was she bit?"
"I wasn't able to take the medicine here and so I was going to do it at school but we couldn't get in and then Andre ended up scaring me...I went into the moonlight and I freaked out and bolted to the bathroom..." She sniffed, burrowing her head into her knees. "And then," she sobbed quietly, "Jade went after me because I was acting weird and I was taking the medicine and I told her to wait outside but I turned and- and...I bit her stress point and she screamed and- and now she's hurt and..."
"That's alright sweetie, it's okay," Mrs. Vega rubbed her shoulder, "This type of thing happens all of the time, alright? We just, we just got to go through with the punches and teach Jade how to control it and live among us now, alright?" Silence crept over the family as the youngest whimpered, diving into her mother's comforting arms. All shifted in their seats, the cries down below morphing into deep howls and bashes against the wall into claps of Jade-made thunder.
David twisted around, eyes flicking towards the microwave, green neon lights illuminating '7:47.' All the family had to do was play the waiting game, hoping that the small whirlwind of chaos down a level would cease with ease.
-(:)-
The TV threw sound into the room, relieving the restless Vega of a portion of the tension she felt. Though - curled up on the couch - she only heard the garbled noise and saw the flashing light from the screen. Trina tapped her fingers on the edge of the seat anxiously, her ears drowning out the television. Nobody, not even Holly who stood by the table, would bother to tune into the reality TV show playing, their minds down to Jade and David in the basement. Not much was heard from the level below, however their minds were too fogged to notice even if there were any shrieks.
Mrs. Vega played with the black robed that draped loosely from her arm, eyes following the loose strings. All heads turned abruptly once David flowed from the door, panting heavily. He gestured for the robe as the sisters clambered their way from the couch, covering his bare body. "I-I have good news and, and bad news...but the- the," he gasped, clearly out of breath while his wife shuffled around for a glass of water, "The bad news isn't really that bad now- thanks." He took the glass, chugging the liquid down hurriedly, a small, pleased grin stretching across his lips.
"So...is she fine then?" Tori croaked, clutching the corner of the granite counter nervously.
Her father grimaced, handing Holly his glass before answering, "Well, that's part of the bad news. She's fine, she's fine. Just extremely aggressive... We have another female alpha in the house."
Trina's eyes widened, giving a short wheeze before mumbling, "Two? You mean to tell me that there will be two of her in this house?"
"Hey!" Tori gasped hotly, white teeth bared, "At least I'm not dreadful on my period."
"Oh," Trina rolled her eyes, "And that's coming from the Hurricane Katrina when she's in heat."
"Knock it off both of you!" the police officer barked, hands folded. "Yes Jade is a female alpha and yes Tori is too, we got that covered. That's all the bad news." Holly sighed in relief, expecting much worse fantasies that crossed her mind.
The eldest Vega sister huffed, stepping towards the table. "So," she mumbled, turning sincerely to her father, "What's the good news?"
A gleeful smile crossed his lips as he rubbed his hands, the teen backing away, thoroughly confused. His dark eyes shifted towards the singer - or the one which could actually sing well - chuckling, "Tori, you bit a Lycan." Jaws dropped once it was said, the half-Latina blinking in surprise.
"Aren't-aren't...isn't the line almost dead?" Tori croaked, the wind knocked out of her.
David shook his head before wincing at his quick reply. "Well, yes and no...physically I think she's the only Lycan out for miles but perhaps there are a lot more of them but they're just dormant." He flicked his attention towards the garage door behind him, a strong exhale flowing from his lips. "Which reminds me, I can't go calm her down," he sighed wearily, "Too old."
"You're not even a third of great-grandpa's age," Trina grouched much to his amusement.
"Perhaps, but I can't be messing with someone who just turned for the first time, is a female alpha and is standing a bit taller than Tori," he reasoned, the sisters glancing at each other. "Which is why," Mr. Vega continued, "Tori will have to go down there and Trina will have to help. Come on, both of you. Get movin'." He clapped his palms together, eyes switching between the two who merely blinked back. "Girls...now. Go down there and reason with her," he ordered.
"But-" Trina stumbled over her words, glancing at the folded arms across his broad chest, "how do you know she's a Lycan exactly?"
The police officer heaved a sigh, scratching the back of his neck. "Let's see...she's now the biggest werewolf in the house," his dark eyes momentarily switched to the youngest Vega who shifted, "and the first thing I heard when I came down was her telling me to 'fuck off.'"
"How does she talk? She only turned thirty minutes ago!" the elder sister gawked.
The singer shook her head, her hand smacking her forehead at her sister's ignorance. "Trina..." she groaned, "He just said she was a Lycan. Keep-up. Now come on, we got to strip." The other scowled as Tori pulled off her shirt, exposing her tanned skin; she had wanted to not strip seeing as her stomach was dotted with purple ovals. Dark eyes blinked down at her mother's feet, her younger sister handing over her clothes. Holly tisked once Trina was exposed alike her sister, eyes lingering all over her marks.
"Trina..."
"It was just a party...when I was in heat." Mrs. Vega rolled her eyes, gesturing towards the door, keeping an eye on her oldest daughter, knowing there would be a conversation later. As they padded through the garage - their parents in the kitchen briefly discussing about gathering robes - Tori chuckled.
"I told you she was going to find out," she drawled, her steps darting quickly behind her sister, down the stairs once the basement door swung open.
Trina grouched, "Shut up. You're the one who bit Jade so this is your fault."
"But I'm not the one who had sex with that senior," Tori hummed. At the landing she fumbled around the handle, Trina busy glancing at herself in the cracked vanity mirror on the side. Dark eyes rolled once the eldest prodded at her stomach, groaning quietly. "Quit that, we're going in, okay?" the half-Latina snapped, earning a quick, wolfish growl. "And don't start with that. I can easily out-howl you and you know it."
"Because yours is creepy and I don't like it," she puffed as the younger sibling slinked inside the dark room, her body shifting effortlessly into her beastly form. Trina followed suit, glancing quickly at the dark eyes peering back at her, horns glistening from the moon's light that blanketed the room using the window in the corner. She shifted, her smaller paws marching towards her sister, seating her rump down on the floor. "Where is she?" she husked, her tone brimmed with the dark, unnatural husk. "Well?"
Tori, sitting nearly two feet higher than her, chest out, merely snorted, eyes darting across the room. Her jaw jerked suddenly towards the corner, nostrils inflamed. Matching her sister, Trina twisted her head, ears forward at the mass of black in the corner. Pale eyes washed with blue and green blinked at the two of them calmly, great white teeth bared. Thick black hair coated her throughout, her outline shining from the moon's light just behind her.
Jade slowly crawled out from her corner, fixated on Tori who crept towards her. Both stood on their back paws, arms draping down as they circled each other curiously. Low growls sounded from between the goth's teeth, her haunches raising. The tip of her ears lined barely with the arching horns on Tori's head, dark eyes narrowing. Slowly, their hands met the ground, claws scraping against the concrete as nostrils flared, taking in each other's scent.
Doe eyes sharpened dramatically, pupils dilating; there wasn't any doubt in her mind that Jade was another alpha, after all, her scent was strong. The black wolf-thing abruptly backed away, jaw opened and eyes fierce. "I swear," Trina grumbled under her breath, strides slinking along the walls, dark eyes keeping themselves on the two girls, "if you two start competing- God damn it."
She groaned as Jade stood tall, ears pinned and fists racking against her chest. As Tori picked herself from her crouch, the newly turned werewolf barked, her smooth vocals ringing throughout the room. The half-Latina clapped her hands down on the ground furiously, neck elongating. Her low, baritone howl shook throughout the basement, Trina's ears pinned to her head. Pale eyes remained on dark ones, both with their teeth bared and haunches raised. With two wrathful snarls the werewolves found themselves in a competitive brawl, nails slashing and teeth sinking. Light wounds cured themselves as both circled about, eight sets of claws tattering against the ground.
"Leave me alone," Jade snapped, her voice terse. Tori shook her head, hurling herself at raven fur. However, she grunted as paws kicked at her gut, sending her skirting a few feet further. The thespian crept to the side, eyes remaining on the other. With horns wielded as a battering ram, the half-Latina darted forward, head connecting harshly with Jade's hip. She yelped angrily, whipping around to grasp them tightly. Jade shoved the black horns from her body, the other staggering to the side with a wince.
Dark eyes shot a nasty glare at the thespian, before a moment later Jade became a writhing mess against the wall, Tori's head against her stomach. She jerked her neck to the side, throwing the raven werewolf to the ground. As the Lycan made an effort to move, the horned-wolf pounced onto Jade, hands gripping her arms. Teeth snapped at her impatiently, wrist growing uncomfortable from the other wringing them.
Abruptly, Jade used the last of her strength to lurch herself forward, only to be shoved back down at the ground with great force. She blinked at the dark eyes above her. Chests heaved as both ceased their short dispute, Tori's black hands releasing the other's. "Ae- ae 'ou goin...goin to- to 'ight?" her rasp sounded, earning a tilted head of confusion. The half-Latina exhaled impatiently, twisting her attention towards the smaller werewolf who crawled closer.
"'Are you going to fight?'" Trina translated smoothly. Jade shook her head slowly, pale eyes blinking towards the wolf above her. Doe eyes closed, fur receding and sharp features sinking back in until bare, caramel skin shone in the pastel light. Tori glanced down at Jade, legs to her side while hands brushed against raven fur. With the goth's gaze not moving from her, the singer allowed her eyes to skim across her beastly body, skin warming to the soft fur below her.
Her jaw clenched as brown eyes flicked back towards Jade's black muzzle. Clearing her throat, Tori murmured, "First lesson you have to learn is to change back into a human. It won't hurt as much as the first turn but there will be some aches and pains to get used to..."
"And..." Jade started, her attention falling to Trina who stood just as bare as her sister feet away, "And how do I do that exactly?"
The half-Latina nodded, the eldest piping in. "It's instinctual really, just kind of have to feel yourself shrink."
The goth turned her gaze back towards the singer sitting on top of her in an effort for more explanation. "Trina's not wrong," Tori shook her head, "But you basically just need to want to be human again and then, kind of, feel yourself ease into it... It's kind of hard to explain, you just have to try it." Jade exhaled calmly, her jaw tensed while she searched through the words spoken. Slowly she gathered her desire to become human, though nothing shifted, nothing disappeared. "Try-" she attempted once again, drawing pale eyes towards her, "Try and think of something you'd like to do in your human form...that helps."
The Lycan dipped her head back, fixating her attention to the ceiling. 'Coffee...' her thoughts drawled. Her breath hitched as her bones were dipped into icy waters, sending a shiver down her spine. Her transformation was much more gradual than that of the two sisters. However, once her eyes glanced back towards the half-Latina, cheeks warmed. Nails lightly trialed along her sides, Tori lost in thought.
"That was...good for a first time," she mumbled, her dark eyes still distant. Her own cheeks warmed as she felt curls brush against her hind.
"Okay, now it's getting to the homo point guys," Trina's voice rang in her sister's ears. With a jolt, she blinked, limbs creaking as she picked herself up. Her jaw was left unhinged as the half-Latina felt herself attempting to speak. Deciding against speaking, she gave her hand towards Jade who in turn grabbed hold of it gingerly, getting to her feet. The two darted their gaze to the ground, Jade's teeth gnawing at the inside of her cheek.
Arms then precipitously wrapped around her chest, Tori's head burrowing into the goth's neck with shaking breaths. "I-I'm sorry..." she whimpered, nails grazing along her back before hands gripped her shoulders.
"Calm down Vega," Jade growled quietly, "I'm fine..." Nodding, she separated herself from the goth, eyes back down to the ground. All three stood in silence, eyes moving about in the room, along the walls, chains in the corner and window. The door creaked open, heats turning. Holly strode in, handing Trina a grey robe which was taken quickly. The eldest teen stepped out of the room, shrugging the clothing over her shoulders while the other two were given the same.
Tori's mother glanced at the Lycan who had reddened cheeks, smiling softly. "It's best to get used to dealing with the fact that you'll see a lot of naked people running around," she mumbled as the girls pulled the robes on, "It's just a part of being a werewolf."
"Right," Jade murmured, her tie knotting almost painfully around her abdomen, the material not covering enough of her legs, back or arms even if it draped to her knees. The Vega's passed her, Tori turning around, jerking her head towards the door. The goth nodded, following suit slowly. Her skull seemed to fit too tightly while all of her joints ached, limbs buzzing as if she had just finished a long run on a treadmill. Not that the pain was bad, and to be frank, she didn't mind. It wasn't as horrible as she thought it would be. Though, as she supposed, any pain after what she had gone through starting from the bathroom in Hollywood Arts to her transformation wouldn't be terrible. Aggressive, possibly, though tolerable.
Her steps padded their way up the stairs, her tattered clothes folded at the top step. Grimacing, Jade maneuvered to the side, not willing to examine the damage done. With the door held open for her, she stepped through, blinking rapidly in the bright kitchen light she had grown accustomed to over the year meeting Tori. She found herself almost laughing - wearily of course - at the memory of their first encounter. Sure she wouldn't have known that the new sophomore who joined right at the end of the year would've been an actual werewolf, let alone a threat that would bite her.
The skin along her wound prickled, pale eyes glancing at the microwave. Ignoring the numbers that bared '8:54,' she glanced at the reflection, shifting the robe off of the mark. There was no blood or gash or much of anything aside from a ring of scarred tissue. She moved her gaze just over her shoulder, Tori's reflection staring with a heavy guilt. Shifting the thin fabric back over the scar, Jade strode through the room, seating herself hesitantly on the couch.
David, wearing his grey pajama pants and a light green t-shirt, turned towards the pale teen - who was even pastier than usual - with a small smile. "Would you like something to drink? Water, juice, decaf?"
"Decaf coffee please...two sugars," she croaked, eyes set on the floor.
"Tori," he turned towards the kitchen.
She nodded, already shuffling through the cupboards. "On it," she called out, voice wavering. As the hot drink was in the process of being crafted, the police officer glanced at the two other Vegas down towards the table, voices low and discussing. Trina glared down at the table while Holly mumbled, giving her daughter her sentence.
He inhaled softly, his hands grasping each other before murmuring, "There's a lot to say about this I suppose...and you'll have questions no doubt."
"Tell me about it," Jade rasped, hands gripping her biceps.
Mr. Vega chuckled briefly, right hand scratching at his neck. "Well...yeah. Now," he sighed, "in all honesty I don't think I am necessarily in the proper place to explain everything exactly. Not comfortably I suppose...though do know that you are considered to be a part of our pack no, or at the very least an ally." The goth nodded slowly, her brows furrowing in thought. She jumped as Tori handed her the drink, lips forming a short, small 'thanks.' The half-Latina sat on the other end of the same couch, eyes down at her hands. "Girls," David spoke, "I believe it would be best if you two would go to Tori's room. Tori, you go explain everything you can think of being a werewolf to her...and Jade, your parents wouldn't mind you spending the night, right?"
"I don't think they would give a shit otherwise," she snapped wearily, her mouth then filling with the scalding drink. Though, as she gulped it down, the thespian mentally compared the heat to the pain from before. It was merely warm, nothing as bad as what her bones had felt like. She found it almost humorous how her tongue could quiver at the radiating heat as if she had just swallowed a vat of lava.
"Do you," Tori started, pale eyes drifting towards her immediately, "Do you want to go now? I- just so we can properly get dressed and, uh...talk." As a response, Jade dipped her head back, swallowing the hot liquid immediately. She set the mug down on the coffee table, giving a brief lip, pursed smile towards the cop, following his daughter up the stairs.
"Goodnight girls," he called out, his steps moving towards Trina and Holly. A few calls of 'goodnight' were bade by the others, Trina having her hands over her ears. "Hey..." David crossed his arms, sitting in his chair, "you're not getting away with this talk missy."
Tori chortled softly as Trina's groan was heard from her bedroom door, which was opened, Jade striding through. With a soft 'click,' pale eyes swept throughout the room, her mind vaguely recalling the last time she had actually stepped into Tori's threshold. Her fingers began to dance along the bookshelf, attention drawing towards the walls, posters hanging along them with the rather large bed against the furthest wall from the door. The walk-in closet blinked on, shifting her gaze towards it.
More had dawned on Jade at that moment. For one, several of the same pairs of sweatpants and t-shirts had been piled in the corner of the dresser, looking rather unusual to her beforehand; she had known Tori wasn't one to exercise in that regard, or at least not were such cheap clothing. The curtains along the window too had caught her attention oh so many months ago. They hung along the walls, not permitting any light casting through aside from the slither of the window left bare.
"Here," the half-Latina snapped Jade from her distractions, holding a pair of long, grey pajama pants and a blue shirt, "you can wear that if you want." The goth merely nodded, shifting over towards the other side of the room while Tori dove back into the closet. She hastily dropped the robe and pulled the clothing on, teeth gnawing at her tongue. Within minutes, she found herself sitting crisscrossed on the singer's bed, Tori leaning against her desk, eyes down at the foot of the queen.
The thespian lifted her gaze towards the other, dark eyes locking with hers. "So...did you want to tell me something?"
A small, lighthearted chuckle fluttered her heart. "Well," Tori drawled with a small smile, "surprise...I'm a werewolf and, uh, my whole family are too."
"Good to know..." Jade nodded slowly, picking at the loose string at the hem of her pants.
Okay, so there we go...uh, kind of a teaser here since I love Halloween and I'm a bit scatterbrained at the moment. The rest of the chapters will be posted in October, and I'm planning on thirteen of them. So don't worry, not going to just abandon this story, just wanted to get it out there now.
Hope you enjoyed anyways!
:)
PS- If you want to get an idea as of what Tori's howl sounds like, just look up "Angus with Rabies". I know it sounds awful to type that but that's how I imagined Tori's howl to be kind of like.