Yes! Another chapter! I want to thank all the reviewers for the past reviews, they meant a lot to me. Now to answer Ravvy B's question; Ah..I'm afraid you'll have to read to find it out yourself, whether Marcus is younger or older than Adele. But I can tell you he is definitely not older than her.

Chapter 3: The Killing

When the both of them shook their head in reply, I decided to get some sleep. Dead tired, I could hardly make myself brush my teeth without falling asleep at the basin. I forced myself to stay awake before crumpling on the bed. I was greeted by sleep as soon as my head touches the pillow and memories from fifteen years ago that I've pushed to the farthest corner of my memory came back to me in my dream.

It had been two weeks since I've decided to go back to school. But of course I can't exactly join back normal school since there will be too much forms to fill and questions to answer so I took the night school. It's just a small institution set in a shop lot two blocks away from the place I'm living at. It was founded by some rich business guy who had too much money to spend and no idea how to use it so he donated it to a few tutors to start their own night school institution. Three tutors and a few dozen students younger or older than me make up this little institution, though I have to say that the fees are a pain in the neck.

I didn't even bother making any friends in the institute. Well, not that there was anybody that is willing to talk to me without giving me those kind of look. Many, unfortunately, knew about me. It is a small town and talks travel fast.

Young, unmarried and with two kids doesn't exactly sound right, does it?

So yeah, people dislike me here.

But thankfully Mrs. Simpson, the near seventy old widow next door was kind enough to watch over the babies while I go to classes and my part-time jobs.

One of the three tutors that I feared most was Ruberg Dmitri, the tall muscular garnet-colored eyes and sandy golden brown hair mid-thirties man with a passion for science. He was too good-looking to be a teacher and I could barely believe my ears when he introduced himself to me as my science teacher. He had a lopsided smile and his eyes always glister under the light like real garnets. All the girls drooled over him during his classes and as soon as the classes end, they'll flock over him. But the girls know their limits, Ruberg Dmitri is married.

I have never seen his wife before but from little bits of conversation girls were talking about, I can guess that the wife have got to be one big catch. They said Ruberg and his wife were high school sweet hearts, married for quite awhile; with or without kids I do not know.

So far the only person that is willing to talk to me nicely was Ruberg and it wasn't easy surviving the glares the fans were giving me.

Ruberg was a nice person, he knows about my kids and although he had never met them, he always asks about how they were doing and if I was fine raising them on my own. He would even sometimes help me out with my studies and often offer me a ride home. I normally accept his offers but as soon as the rumors about me dating Ruberg start, I decline his offers completely.

At first, I didn't suspect anything unnatural about Ruberg. He looked normal enough.

Well, except for being a tad too good-looking.

But then I started to notice things.

Like how different he was to being normal.

There are some things that can be easily explained; for example, he never owns anything that is silver. Maybe he hates silver, or maybe he is allergic to silver. Some people are. That's normal.

But there are also some things that can't be explained; like how the way he reacts to the simple touch of silver or the way he cure impossibly fast when sliced by a paper knife during one of our times alone together. It was the time when I had tons of catching up to do and he volunteered to help me out so we stayed back at the institute. When he was opening up some letters with the knife, he accidentally cut his own finger. I stood up; wanting to help him stop the bleeding but he declined my offer. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his wound heal itself as it would do on creatures that are not human.

Creatures like werewolves.

But of course, I didn't say anything when I saw it, nor did I act any way that will make him suspicious. I just continued with my work and let him send me home when I'm done. I continue to act as if I knew nothing and he didn't seem to suspect anything about me.

Why didn't I notice it earlier, that Ruberg is a werewolf?

If he is a werewolf, which means his wife could be one too. That probably also means, that there is more than just one werewolf in this area, maybe a pack. A pack mostly consists of ten or more werewolves. A pack normally would have a turf, and they wouldn't like new wolves as they see it as a threat. So that is not good.

I never let him meet the twins even when Ruberg asked so many times. I would make up different excuses as long as he never meets the kids. I couldn't risk letting him meet them. Babies or not, he would definitely be able to recognize them as being different, one of them and that will be very bad.

However, things weren't always going my way.

It was late, a Friday night, when Ruberg suddenly pops up at my door. He wanted to return my book he took by mistake. It was just a friendly visit, meant no harm. But it all went wrong when my toddler managed its way to the front door where we were standing and pulled at Ruberg's pants.

The first thing I heard was the low growl escaping from his throat and immediately I saw the beast lurked behind Ruberg's garnet eyes. One thing about werewolves; their temper. As soon as the beast starts lurking behind the eyes, there's no way to push them back where it's safe. They'll come out and do the damage they were supposed to do. I swooped little Nathaniel into my arms without thinking and dashed for the bedroom where my little Fragrance was. I heard the familiar sound of the bones cracking, changing its structure to turn into the creature that howls at the moon.

I slammed the door shut and locked it, but I know that was not enough to hold a full-grown werewolf. I placed the twins in the cradle and threw a blanket over them. I closed my eyes and drew a shaky breath out.

I have a Firestar 9mm, something I've gotten after searching through my late parents belongings. They were hunters so they own some weapons and I was right to bring at least one with me. Ruberg is in his werewolf form by now and a Firestar won't be able to do much harm but the silver bullets might if I shoot it right.

But there's one slight problem; the Firestar is upstairs.

I walked back to the living room slowly, coming face-to-face with a sandy russet colored wolf standing on its hind legs. He was big, its head nearly touching the ceiling of the living room; but I've seen bigger. He was standing there with it's now bright red eyes staring at me, it's breathe heavy as it watched me walked towards it. I stopped short just at the foot of the stairs, my eyes never leaving his. The big wolf looked at me and to the stairs, seeming to know what I was about to do and it smiled, or at least tried to, showing all of its pearly whites.

In a swift movement, I dashed for the stairs with the wolf close behind. Werewolves are quick, but in this situation when the house is small and its body big, it's a disadvantage. I could hear the things breaking when it crashes to the floor as the wolf tries to catch up with me. I moved quickly, speeding to my room and sliding across my bed, pulled open the drawer where I kept the Firestar. I rolled over and aimed the gun at the door with my back on the bed just the moment Ruberg appeared at the door.

It looked at me before shifting its eyes to look at the Firestar in my hand. A low growl escapes its lips and an angry glow shone through its bright garnet eyes. The way he smiled was as if he was trying to say, "That little gun won't hurt me."

My breathing was uneven as I smiled slightly, "Then bite it."

With an angry growl he lunged towards me and I hesitate no more.

I fired.

Not once, but several times. I can't remember how many times I fired, but I remember vividly the weight of a full-grown werewolf on me. Ruberg lay on top of me, unmoving but phasing back to his human form. I had to push and kick to get him off me. I jumped up from the other side of the bed and aimed the Firestar at him, waiting to see if he is still alive or already dead. But Ruberg didn't move even the slightest.

I inched closer, carefully to check for his pulse and when I found none, I slide the Firestar at the back pocket of my jeans and ran down two stairs at a time to check on my babies who are wailing so loudly by now. I pulled open the door and sighed in relief when the both of them are fine.

"Now," I sighed to myself, "what to do with the body?"

I half dragged my feet back up the stairs, dreading to see the now dead corpse of a werewolf while thinking of ways of how to get rid of the body. This is my first time doing something like this and I am surprised myself for being this calm. Vampires are at least easier; they turn to ashes, safe your trouble of cleaning up the body. But werewolves? Damn, their body stays there, waiting for you to clean up after it.

"Shit."

I stood at the door and all I see is an empty room.

My bed covers are definitely a mess and covered in puddles of blood but the body is missing. The god-forsaken body!

I pulled the Firestar out again and held it in front of me as I walked towards the opened window. My body backed to the wall, slowly I looked out of the window but saw nothing. No body, no Ruberg. This could only mean one thing.

He is still alive.

Annoyed and half worried, I slammed the window shut and still holding the weapon in front of me, I went down the stairs, did a double-check on the kids again before opening the front door to check the front yard. There was no sign of Ruberg or even a half dead wolf on the streets. When I was satisfied that Ruberg won't be coming back anytime soon with the wounds I gave him, I returned back to the house.

I continue to go to the institute, pretending that nothing was wrong. Ruberg of course, had disappeared. Dead to me, that is. But of course there were wary glances from the girls that always hang around Ruberg. Last I heard Ruberg's wife had moved upstate or somewhere far.

But I know very well that one day, somehow, his loved one will come back to avenge his death. And by that time, my death won't be that easy.

How is it? A little too short, isn't it? Review and tell me!!