Stan wormed his way out of bed the next morning and immedently got dressed. He had a restful nights sleep and was in a good mood. The sun shining through his window made him feel even better. He wanted to see Wendy today, too.
His feet made clomping sounds when he went downstairs. Stan dismissed himself from the house and left in a hurry.
He felt his heart thump fast as he arrived to Wendy's house. What would he say to her? Was he allowed to tell? He wasn't sure but he was going to anyway. Stan lifted his arm and rang the doorbell.
"Hey, Wendy," he greeted, smiling.
She looked lifeless. "Hello, Stan." Her voice was flat.
"I need to talk to you about Noah."
Wendy nodded slowly and closed the door behind her, standing outside with him.
"Okay."
Stan tried to not show any sorrow. "Wendy, Noah is a vampire. He's draining your happiness so he can thrive and he might hurt you. I'm afraid for your life."
Wendy looked in his eyes. "He couldn't be..."
"He is. His sister told us everything."
"I believe you, but why would Noah do such a thing to me?" she whispered, her blue eyes filling with a little more life. "He said he cared about me."
Stan was happy to see her comming around a bit. "He just wants your blood and energy." He got closer to her. "I'm the one who cares about you."
"Really?"
"I've always have." He laughed. "Even when I called you a bitch."
She smiled for the first time in awhile. "Mmm. I remember." Stan's face got red as Wendy reached for his hands. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I've always cared about you, too."
He grabbed them. "I'm glad."
They stood there together for a few minutes, absorbing the moment. Stan could tell Wendy was comming back to life. Seeing her shine like that made him feel incredible.
Wendy spoke up, "I apologize for accepting to be Noah's girlfriend; I feel stupid for falling in a vampire's trap."
"It's fine. I understand how attractive and tempting they can look. I read on the internet that they're beautiful so they can get easier food."
"Such a shame to waste a gorgeous face"
Stan grinned. "That's what I thought when I found out Noah's plan."
She blushed.
"What's going on here?"
Wendy and Stan seperated quickly as Noah approached them. Wendy's face got pale.
Noah's brown eyes were now cat-like and golden. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Visiting Wendy."
"She's mine so fuck off."
Stan's face contorted. "She isn't an object, you filthy bloodsucker."
He put his finger out, pointing to him. "Ah, you must be the Stan kid my sister told me about." Noah scanned him. "Such a fantastically built person you are. How unfortunate you have to be rid of."
"I'm not afaid of you."
"Pfft, you're just like your great grandfather."
Stan was confused. "What do you mean?"
"Must I explain? You come from a long bloodline of our most hated enimies; werewolves. The gene is probably too lost to effect your generation, but it might one day. You'd have no pack for only the males on your mother's side have the gene. Her father and her father's father is long gone. You better pray to God you're never alone if you change."
"Okay this is getting ridiculous! Werewolves, vampires! Is there anything else I should be aware of?"
"Hmm..." Noah seached his mind. "Mermaids are real too."
Wendy blinked, speechless.
Stan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. This would never end, would it?