Chapter 3

Thistles POV

This was so aggravating. WHY couldn't I move!?! I knew what was happening to dad out there and I couldn't even get up! I would have leapt out of the window after him if I could have (even though it would probably have killed me) but I couldn't even do that much! I had no choice, I had to just wait. I would probably die of stress first though.

(In this period of time lasting six hours, Thistle is on tender hooks worrying over Lauren. She doesn't say or think much during that time so I'm going to make the story much more interesting and skip six hours to when her change is nearly finished.)

Oh, wait… I just had moved my hand. WOW! OK, what then, my arm? Yes! I could move my arm around! Right, grab the sill and pull! I'm up! Yes! Hmm, can't see dad out of the window. He was probably well away by now. I could then move mother arm and my leg, I was recovering fast. Both my legs and my head could now move. I was now fully functional. Talk about a fast recovery! I felt strange, not tired, not like I should. Wait, hadn't dad said that I was changing? That must be what he always feels like.

I had to go downstairs, figure out what to do then. I ran as fast as I could down to the kitchen. Whoa! I was there and further in less than one second. That was freaky… oh, yeah. The change thing. If dad moved that fast, he could be in Mexico by now. Every time he was angry, he ran away. It was sometimes for up to a week at a time. It had been ok since I had learnt how to cook but had been terrible when I was like ten or less. I had to go after him. I didn't stop to think, I just ran outside. I didn't notice the moon was out, I didn't remember it was night time, I just ran out and the moon hit me.

Laurens POV

I was in agony on the floor; I wrapped my arms around my body to try to keep myself from falling apart. My mouth flooded with venom and I had to open it to stop myself from drowning. The green liquid formed a puddle on the ground and the grass where it was started smoking. I felt my head pounding and it felt like it was being crushed by a vice. I had forgotten this pain. It had come back with vengeance. I didn't remember it ever hurting this much. It must have only lasted a few seconds but it felt like hours. Once it was over, I was different. I was like a different creature, I was hunger and fierce but I couldn't feel the difference at the time. All that I knew was that I had to find food; I had to run and get to a blood creature as fast as I could.

I ran. I ran so fast that my legs hardly touched the ground, yet it still wasn't fast enough. I was in the nearest town in seconds. It was night so the town was nearly empty; the only people left were some rowdy gangs and street people. I was so thirsty that they all looked the same to me. One of the gang members looked like a good target, he had a limp so wouldn't be too hard to bring down. Not that humans ever were. I walked into a shadow as inconspicuously as I could. He had fallen behind the pack and none of them had noticed. This was my chance. I crouched in the darkness, ready to spring. I leaped, flying across the narrow road towards him. I could see he hadn't noticed me and his pack hadn't noticed him. This was supposed to be difficult?