Normal's Boring
Prolog
"Jade, no!"
Beck's scream echoed across the graveyard. The full moon shone on his bare back and the dark-haired boy's brown eyes squinted into golden, pupil-less ones. He let out an inhuman shriek, and hurled himself from his two feet, meeting the ground on silver, moon-colored paws. His dark jeans had been ripped to patches in the change, and left behind him, discarded on the dew-covered grass. The wolf howled a warning and ran across the graveyard, running as fast as four legs could move the creature. He howled again before he came across the opening that Jade had found recently – the opening that led to the catacomb. The moon-colored wolf jumped, without realizing that his new weight and bulk of his vertebrae would not allow him to land so gracefully as he would in human form. He landed on the stone-like, cold ground with a thump and a slight whimper; he composed himself for a moment and soon he was human again. Naked, sweaty, and newly bruised, Beck took a deep breath and got back to his feet.
"Jade!" He called again, going deeper and deeper into the old tomb. He feared he was too late, and his nose told him that he was.
"Jade! You shouldn't be here! This needs to end!" His only answer was a whine, half made of satisfaction, half made of pain.
"Jade!" Beck yelled for the final time, running into one of the deeper caverns. There was the girl in question – Jade – her entire body covered by her signature, flowing black cloak. It always looked more like a cape to Beck, with one tie across her neckline and the rest of it draping across her pale body, but no – Jade insisted that her favorite piece of clothing was indeed a cloak. It sounded much better, she had said, and 'cape' would make her seem like some sort of superhero.
Which, of course, she is not.
She turned around upon hearing the boy's footsteps, her rose-colored lips dripping with human blood. The red substance dripped from her mouth and down her chin, and Beck cringed.
"Whip your mouth, at least," he told her, and Jade did just that with the side of her cloak.
"What happened to clothes, Beck?" She asked.
"I…lost it. I lost control back there," he motioned up to the hole where sunlight broke through to the underground catacombs. "Because you need to stop this, Jade! You need to stop!" She glared at him, her eyes still glowing red, and gnarled:
"Would you rather I fall dead? It's either me or them, Beck, and I choose me."
"They're innocent people, Jade!" He grabbed her by the shoulders. "And it's monsters like you that are the reason why we – "
" – Monsters like me?" She interrupted him. "Like me! You're the one who couldn't control his anger, you're the one standing here naked!"
"You're the one with the mouth covered in blood!"
Jade almost flinched – almost.
"Leave me alone," she whispered, and slowly walked towards the glimmer of sunlight ahead of them.
Beck sighed, and wondered if she would ever see reason. No, he told himself. Probably not. Two weeks ago, it was a girl that was in Sikowitz's class with them. Last week, it was a girl who worked at Nozu. Tonight, it was a freshman girl at Hollywood Arts, a girl who was impressed that an upperclassmen was even talking to her, let alone 'showing her someplace cool', and then kissing her, and then…
Beck cringed again, not wanted to think about how Jade did what she did. It disgusted him, the killing part. He was only here to clean up her mess. Beck walked slowly towards the girl's spent body, which was now just as pale as Jade was, with fierce bite marks on her neck, wrists, torso and legs. Little traces of blood were left behind on her face and surrounding the bite marks, but for the most part, Jade had sucked this girl clean. Beck sighed again. It was always the same type of girl with Jade – brown hair, brown eyes, toned body, pretty face.
It was always a girl that looked like Tori Vega.