Ali's POV

1st day of work.

Joy!

"Dad! Come on we're going to be late to our own grand re-opening!" I screeched. I was wearing a denim skirt and those Converse that go up to your knees with my lucky Led Zepplin T-shirt. If I didn't wear it, bad things happen.

"Ok, ok! Sheesh..." He came out of his room wearing a black vest over a sleevless white tee, showing off his tatoos. He put his earing on tonight, too. I knew that people woul defintely guess that we were siblings, instead of him being my actual father.

"So?" he asked, striking a pose.

"Fabu darling, but don't do that ever again." I responded, grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door. We grabbed our bikes. Dad bought me one last week. It was a classic black and shiny, but no brand name because Dad fixed it up himself.

When we got there, it was 7. At 7:30, the Barking Spider would be open until 3, but my shift ended a 1. I was a waitress/singer, but that's only if the band started to suck.

That probably wasn't going to happen, though. We hired this young group called Striking Danny. The lead singer, Lee, was really hot, but the base guitar guy... woah. He had that tortured soul thing going on. His name was Kenny. The lead guitar was Dylan and his twin was on the drums, Dennis. They were both red-headed devils and my cousins. (Basically, we had to give them the job, but they still rock.)

"Hey there, lil cousin." Dennis greeted me, throwing his arm aroundmy shoulder.

"Ready for the best music experience of you short life?" Dylan asked.

I sighed. "Yeah, I was really looking forward to it, but then I heard it was you guys playing."

"OUCH!" Dennis cried.

"Oh, that really stings Ali. I bet Kenny would be really hurt to hear that." Dylan wiggled his eyebrows.

"Go jump off a cliff." I replied.

Dylan looked at Dennis. "I have the feeling that she finds us annoying..."

Dennis gasped. "Of course not, not our Ali!!"

Dad called over to the devils. "Come on boys! Sound check!"

They waved and jogged over to where Lee was setting everything up.

I started to take the chairs off from the table, but I heard the door open and turned to see Paul walking in, like he owned the place. Oh, wait... his grandpa kind of did...

He froze when he saw me, but then smiled and I felt my heart skip. Woah... where the H E double hockey sticks did that come from? I asked myself

"Hey Paul." I said. He was twice the size of me.

"Hey. That the band?" He asked.

"Yup a doodle. Striking Danny." I replied.

"They any good?"

"No they suck." I yelled, loudly.

"JEALOUS!" Dennis and Dylan yelled back.

Paul looked uncomfortable. "You, uh, good friends of theirs?"

"Sure. Kenny's really cool, you'll like him." I said.

Paul frowned. "Sure I will..."


I pondered mine and Paul's relationship for a while, while I was setting up the menus at the section of the club where people could order food. There was a dancing section, and of course the stage and bar.

We weren't exactly friends... but we got along alright. Besides the fact he has horrible taste in music and a gigantic temper, he seemed almost pleasant sometimes...

At 8:15, the place was mucho crowded. I recognized a few faces.

I walked over to a table with two guys. One was baby-cute with spiky blonde hair and the other was nerdy-looking with greasy black hair. They were holding hands.

"Hey, guys. I'm Ali. I'll be you waitress." I said, smiling.

The blonde smiled, too. "Nice to meet you Ali. I'm Mike Newton." I was a little surprised at how he mentioned his name, but hey, this was a small town kid.

"Eric (Crap What's his Name?)" The nerd said, still gazing at Mike. It was a little unsettling.

"You two a couple?" I asked, bluntly.

Mike nodded and Eric blushed. "You got a problem?" Eric asked a little angrily.

I put my hands up in defense. "Just a simple question. What can I get you to drink?"

"Nothing for now... oh wait, what are fried pickle chips?" Mike asked.

"You haven't lived till you had some of those." I said. "They're pickles that are wrapped in Japanese bread crumbs and fried. Heaven on Earth."

Eric and Mike scrunched up their noses. "Gross."

I shook my head. "You poor, close-minded boys."

I told them to call me over when they wanted anything and said my goodbyes.

Dad was making the rounds and many people were trying to get on his good side, shaking hands. I frowned a little at all the women throwing themselves at him, but I was used to it by now.

Lee tapped a few times on the mic. "Hey everyone. Welcome to the Barking Spider." Everybody clapped. "My bud, Bono Raydon, started this place up as somewhere where people could drink, have fun, and listen to music, but let's keep it clean and relatively sober guys, at least until 10." Everyone laughed.

"We are Stirking Danny!"

Their first song was Cochise, by Audioslave. (Listen to it, it's pretty good)

Well I been watchin
While you been coughin
Ive been drinking life
While you been nausous
And so I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I got just one thing
That I can offer

Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and and save yourself
Take it out on me yea

Well Im not a martyr
Im not a prophet
And I wont preach to you
But heres a caution
You better understand
That I wont hold your hand
But if it helps you mend
Then I wont stop it

Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea

Go if you want
And Ill see you in the bottom
Where you crawl
On my skin
And put the blame on me
So you dont feel a thing

Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea

Lee sounded a lot like Chris Cornell, it was actually a little freaky. Young people got up to dance to the loud, blaring music.


"Ali!" A voice cried. I turned to see Milo waving at me. I waved back, but in the process, dropped the tray of beer I was covering. "Dang it." I mumbled to myself.

I bent down to clear it up and felt a slap to my butt. I looked up and saw a 35 year old biker dude grinning at me, wolfishly. I flinched. "Gross..."

"Aw, come on gorgeous. You know you liked it." He said, his breath smelling of alcohol.

"And you've been drinking too much." I responded, curtly. I tried to turn away, but he grabbed my wrist. "Ouch! Lemme go, jerk!"

Suddenly, the biker flew backwards onto an empty table. Paul picked him back up and pinned him against the wall, snarling something I couldn't hear.

I was frozen, shocked. He looked murderous. Dad rushed over to break it up and the music had stopped. because Dennis and Dylan (being the over-protective cousins they are) had jumped off the stage to see if I was OK.

I shook them off and ran over to Paul, who had stalked away from Dad, who was politely asking the biker to leave. The music started up again and everyone went back to having a good time.

I grabbed Paul's hot hand and led him outside, to cool off.

He started pacing back and forth, and then looked up at me. "You Ok?" he asked, quietly.

I hid my wrist so he wouldn't see the bruise I got. "Yeah, dummy, I'm fine."

He yanked my hand out from behind me and swore. He actually started shaking from anger.

"Paul?" I asked. "Come down." he wouldn't stop shaking. "Paul?! What's wrong?"

His form grew, hair was suddenly all over his body and his teeth grew sharp. I flew backwards and crashed against a tree.

The last thing I thought was, Paul just morphed into a giant wolf., before my world went black.


Paul has the least control, right? It was bound to happen.