Adam sighed and kicked a tin can from his feet. He lifted his bag further up his shoulder and pulled his hood over his head. Damn rain. He had stayed behind to re-sit his bio-chem test. The teacher was pissed because he was failing and had even threatened to call Adam's parents. This had pissed Adam off and led to a very quick and unconvincing lie about his parents being naturists and living in a make-shift tent being naked and... Naturalistic... He panicked, okay?
Christa had pissed off home and was probably sitting in her old room crying about some shit. Like Adam cared. Matt had pissed off too, but Adam knew that he could not leave the school – ghosts can't really do that. Annie could move to and from places but she had turned down death twice or something. So Adam was walking home on his own. He was exhausted and hungry and generally just pissed off.
He liked rain. No particular reason. It got heavier as he made his way back to the hotel. Maybe it was because, once upon a time, before things got shit, he and his dad used to go fishing on Sunday's and one time they got caught in the rain. They were in bed sick for a week. No school! Get in!
Adam sighed thinking back to his past. He couldn't actually remember who had turned him, or indeed why. His parents never really explained it to him, and well he was too confused to ask. Now it was too late. He probably should of asked them when he had the chance. Now they were gone and well...
Adam took one of the back alleys trailing his trainers. This was the quickest way back to the hotel. Plus it was out of the way from people. Adam could just about handle being around people but he secretly knew that if he was alone with a human for even a minute then he would... he shuddered at the thought. It was driving him insane. Like a sharp pain in the stomach.
He stopped. He could smell something sweet and perfect and... He could hear a heartbeat in his ears and he knew it wasn't his own, he hadn't heard his heart beat in 40 years. He looked around and saw someone walking in front of him. He considered for a moment turning around and walking away. He shook his head and continued on. He could ignore it. He could manage.
The person was walking quickly. Subconsciously he quickened his step too. There was a screech of tyres and a loud bang from in front of him. He stopped and stared as a figure went hurtling through the air. The car screeched to a halt and a gangly figure stepped out.
"Shit!" He bellowed.
Adam ran forward, pulling off his jumper and tucking it under the young girls head. "Get help!" He hissed as he saw blood drip from her temple. The man nodded and ran off pulling out his phone in the process.
Adam sat with the girl on his lap, blood caught on his fingers. He didn't stop to think about himself. He placed his fingers in his mouth and tasted the blood. Salty, delicious... He lost himself. The man returned after a few minutes. Adam looked at his hands with disgust.
"Take care of her." He muttered angry with himself. He stood up and left running into the rain.
...
He slammed the door to his hotel room and stripped off his shirt. He could still smell her on him. He threw the clothes into the bathroom and turned on the shower washing them. The scent wouldn't shift. He stripped down to his boxers and ran the sink tap. He threw some cold water over his shoulders spitting out into the sink. He grabbed a bottle of mouthwash and drank it straight. The taste wouldn't leave. He had failed. He felt sick. He felt unclean.
He looked up at himself in the mirror. Or rather where he was meant to be in the mirror. His eyes dark. The lights flickered. Adam hit the mirror the glass breaking under his fist.
"Shit," He muttered, clutching his bleeding hand. He sat on the toilet lid bringing a bit of toilet paper around the wound. He sat there swearing and cursing for a few minutes. Fucking typical.
There was a sharp knock at the door. Adam swore at them and then heard the gentle voice.
"Adam?"
He cursed some more, but knowing that he couldn't ignore the werewolf. He stood up and opened the door slightly. Just so much that she could see his head.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Christa said. "You aw'right?"
Adam nodded. "Super." He muttered.
"Just," She shifted uncomfortably. "I didn't see you after school."
"Yeah..." Adam licked his lips, tasting the blood still. "Had a test to... Er... Sit."
"Right." Christa said. "You okay?"
"Fine," Adam muttered.
"Sure?"
Adam frowned. "When did you become all considerate and kind?"
"Excuse me?" Christa asked, trying to push her way in. Adam held her back. "Are you in your boxers?"
"Well, yeah, you got me at a bad time. I have two blonde twins waiting for me on the bed." Adam said motioning behind him. Please leave before I hurt you...
Christa raised an eyebrow. "And I am considerate and kind. You just don't see it."
"Yes, werewolves are recognised around the world for their good dress sense and sweet tempered nature," Adam said.
"Hypocrite," Christa bit back. "And I'm not..." She sighed.
"Who are you kidding?" Adam said. "I saw you change. You can't deny who you are. Accept it. It'll make life a lot easier for you,"
Christa gave him a look. He sighed. "Don't look at me like that, our situations are completely different."
"Adam," Christa said. "What happened to your hand?"
Adam hid it.
"Adam," Christa made a move to grab his hand.
He held back, looking away. "It's fine. I scraped it in cooking class. Bread knifes are dangerous. Don't run with them."
"Adam," She said again.
"I said it doesn't matter Christa!" Adam barked. "Just leave it." His eyes darkened. Christa began to back off.
"Alright," She said. "Sorry Adam, sorry." She smiled sadly, turned and left.
Adam considered going after her and begging her for help. He considered burying his head on her shoulder and weeping. He considered telling her what he had done and how ashamed of himself he was. He could have done that. He could have told her that he needed her friendship more than anything.
He closed the door and fell onto the carpet, his hand stinging and his blood ringing in his ears.
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