Okay, okay, I guess it wasn't obvious what Drew was. He is not a vampire. I repeat, Drew is NOT a vampire. So, uh, enjoy this chapter!

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A day had passed since the Naomi incident, and everyone pretended it never happened. I couldn't believe them. Drew stayed as pompous as ever, still aiming flirts left and right. It made me sick.

I slouched in my seat, blasting music in the ear buds, drowning out the lesson. It was a project of some kind, and she was assigning partners. Whatever. It's not like I care.

The sound of someone dramatically scraping a chair across the floor, brought me out of my trance. I raised my head, and met the amused stare of the infamous Drew Hayden. I pulled out a bud. He sat there, backwards in the chair, leaning towards me.

"Can I help you?" My tone was rude, almost condescending. A bunch of glares were directed towards me.

"We're partners," He caught the disgusted look on my face, "Hey, don't think I'm too happy about this either." He created a face of his own, and there flashed the canines. I shivered, and he still caught it. God, this guy had the eyes of a hawk.

"Wonderful. . . What are we doing?" Um. . . Brain? Which class is this again?

Drew flashed me a smile, that would have made someone go weak in the knees. Me? I just glared at him. "A report."

Brain, hurry up! "Um. . ."

A smirk broke over his face like wild fire. "Weren't paying attention, huh? A report on fairytales. Well, to be exact, the Brother's Grimm. Some of the most gruesome tales written compared to Disney."

Oh, great, English. How did I forget? I gulped, "Which one did you want to do?"

"I don't know, maybe Rotkäppchen? Or their version of Cinderella? Which do you want, princess?" The intent look Drew was giving me, well, it was intense.

I scowled, however and said, "Don't call me princess. And what the hell is Rotk. . . Uh, the first one." Fantastic, my brain abandoned me.

"Rotkäppchen," He repeated slowly, "Is their version of Little Red Riding Hood."

I gave him a blank stare. Was he implying something?

Drew rolled his wolf like emerald green eyes, "You know? Big bad wolf? Red cape? Old woman? C'mon, seriously!"

"Shut up!" I snapped, "I know what Little Red Riding Hood is! It's my favorite!"

Drew's smirk intensified, "Is it now? Mm, I'll have to think about that."

"Think about what? God, let's just start the project all ready. We'll do Little Red riding Hood. Cinderella makes me want to lose my lunch."

And by the end of the hour, we had our project layout done, and I was completely irritated. Drew had many failed attempts at flirting, and it drove me crazy!

"Shall we work on this during study period?" He asked, flipping what I believed to be an I-phone in the air.

I grumbled, "I guess." It's not like I had a choice! The faster the project was done, the faster I didn't have to be with him. Good.

His amused, wolfish green eyes gave me a final look, before he gracefully left the room, arms covered by girls.

Sighing, I left in search of Dawn or Misty. I needed to talk to someone. This was driving me crazy.

I spotted Dawn at her locker, applying gracious amounts of lip gloss to her already red lips.

"Dawn, do you really need more?" I questioned, prying open my locker, and slid my books in.

She gave me a confused glance from her locker mirror, "What do you mean?"

I gestured to her tube of gloss, "It's excessive! Your lips are fine!"

Dawn giggled and twisted the cap back on. She turned to me, "I have free period with Damion. We're going to 'hang out' under the bleachers." She winked. Of course. Making out under the bleachers was Dawn's fantasy, and Damion loved to make her fantasies come true.

I smiled along with her, "That's great!"

She slammed her locker, "Cha, now, I'm going to get my freak on."

My face twisted into disgust, "Ew. . ." Dawn laughed again, and blew me a kiss, before giddily searching for Damion.

Biology flew by, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the library hand on the handle, facing my worst nightmare.

I found him in the back corner, head bouncing to whatever he was listening to.

I stepped closer to him, heart racing, and plucked a bud from his ear. He glanced up sharply, almost dangerously, and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.

I cleared my throat, "What were you listening to?"

Drew's eyes narrowed a fraction, before answering, "Mariana's Trench." Clearly he did not want to elaborate.

"O-kay. Let's get this over with, okay?"

"Fine by me." So we began the tale of Rotkäppchen. Long story short, wolf meets red, beats her to her grandmother's house, eats the grandma, eats red, falls asleep, woodsmen comes, saves red and granny, red fills wolf's stomach with rocks, wolf dies. Don't believe me? Look it up.

At the end, we got down a quarter of the report. This was going to take forever.

I sighed, and Drew stared at me, "What's your problem?"

"I wish there was a version where the wolf was half human, half wolf, like a lycanthrope. And they fall in love." What. The. Hell? Why on earth was I saying this?

A bemused look spread over his face, "Try Grimm's Manga." He stepped closer and tilted my chin up, so I looked him in the eyes, "You'd be surprised." Drew leaned slightly nearer.

My heart pounded against my rib cage, and I shuddered.

"My, what beautiful eyes you have." He smirked, backwards quoting Red Riding Hood.

I didn't say anything, and he left, leaving my with red cheeks and the sent of roses and musk.

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That night, I rolled around, and couldn't find sleep. So I slid out of bed, and yanked on a pair of jeans and a graphic t-shirt. A light drizzle greeted me when I opened the door, so I pulled on a red rain coat, and placed the hood over my head.

My sneakers slopped against the wet pavement, and I stuffed my hands into my pockets. The cold air bit at my skin, but it still felt good.

I decided to take the path through the woods, and in hailed the dewy air.

A muffled scream caught my attention. With wild eyes, I darted in the direction of the scream, the faint moonlight emitting my every movement in shadows.

My breath came in puffs of smoke, and my feet froze at the sight once I entered the clearing. Police tape was everywhere, but that's not what I froze at. A giant black wolf was ripping the throat off of a brunette. It's huge paws held her down, claws sinking into her flesh. My heart skipped a beat.

It's teeth continued to rip at her throat, until it became a bloody mangled mess. It's claws persistent at her chest. It's chest rumbled, as it groaned in ecstasy.

A mangled scream worked its way up my throat, and pierced the air. The wolf's head whipping in my direction, and his dark green eyes watched my movement.

Then, he pounced. I felt the wind knocked out of me, as my back hit the wet ground. Rain fell from the dark sky, onto my face.

Something sticky fell onto my face, and I met eyes with the wolf. His green eyes filled me with fear. He was still hungry. A long tongue licked it's chops, as bits of human flesh fell on my chest, and mixed the blood with his saliva. My face paled.

I was going to die.

I felt it every time his paws pressed to hard against my chest. Every time a growl rippled from his chest. I tore my gaze away from his, and locked it on the sky, letting cold droplets fall into my eyes.

Please let death be quick.

"Please," I whispered, voice strangled, "Do it quick." I refused to scream.

Then the weight of the wolf was gone. I heard him trot off, and howl into the night. My heart slowed, and I lay there, limbs tangled in the dew covered grass, with the dead girls blood smeared over my chest.

. . . I don't know what to say. I mean, I think it was good, but. . . I don't know. Just review.

~Emerald~