No, I don't own WOWP. *eye roll* Duh! (lol) :)

AN: Here's a surprise for you. Go ahead and read it. I wonder what you think.

SURPRISE!

Alex's POV

It wasn't until that night that I realized my horrible mistake. I shouldn't have brushed off the fact that Mason was a werewolf. I should have gone to the rest of my family so that we could protect ourselves if we needed to. As it is, falling back to sleep was not the best of ideas.

After I went to sleep, I began to dream about Juliet. We were on a date, like the first dream I had of her. We were at this fancy restaurant that I've never been to. Juliet had a cute smile on her face and I couldn't help but stare at her beauty.

"Why are you staring at me Alex?" she asked me with the most adorable confused expression on her face.

"Because you're so beautiful." I replied. Juliet smiled and opened her mouth to say something.

"ALEX!" I was shocked that that had come out of her mouth.

I jolted awake with a start and rushed downstairs to see what all the trouble was about. Justin, Max, and Dad were downstairs using magic, spatulas, and other kitchen things to keep a giant dog in clothes at bay.

I ran over and waved my wand.

"Always at night,
never in the day,
keep that giant dog
away!"

The dog was thrown out of the front doors and over the tops of some nearby buildings. I heard a crunch and a few whimpers before the sound of paws faded away.

"What the hell was that?" Dad asked.

"Mason." I breathed.

Everyone turned to stare at me.

"WHAT?" Justin demanded.

"It was Mason," I repeated. "He told me he was a werewolf earlier this evening. He also told me that he knew I was a wizard. I didn't think anything of it because I was nearly asleep at the time. I'm so sorry, Dad. What can I do to repair the Station?"

Dad looked around. "Actually Alex, there isn't that much you have to do."

I glanced around and saw that there were just a few upturned chairs and a broken table. I waved my wand again, this time towards the damage.

"Wave your wand through the air and the damage will be repaired."

The chairs turned themselves upright and the table fixed itself. I went over and stood it upright as well so that it looked much the same as it usually did. I turned back to my family and saw them giving me curious looks.

"Where did you learn that spell Alex?" Justin asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I think I just made it up in my head."

Dad nodded approvingly at me. "Good Alex," he said. "You need to have quick thinking like that to be a wizard."

I shrugged again and looked out the window. The sun was rising. I sighed. "Time for school." I said in my usual monotone. I went upstairs and got ready. When I went downstairs to breakfast, everyone was talking in hushed voices. From the way they stopped when I came into the room, I guessed the conversation had something to do with me.

"Dad, is there a full moon tonight?"

Dad shook his head. "No Alex. This was the third night of the full moon. There won't be anymore werewolves until next month."

I nodded and stood to leave. I sat at my easel and thought for a few moments. I felt someone sit down beside me and glanced over to see Mason. He had a disappearing black eye and his hand was slightly bloody. I kept my back to him as I began painting.

As usual, I made a portrait of Juliet, but this one was different. She was holding a bouquet of black roses in a cemetery. A few feet behind her was a giant brown wolf, crouching and waiting to attack. I stood and put my painting away to dry.

As I turned around, Mason cornered me and brought his lips to mine. I couldn't react, not even when his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I couldn't move; I could barely breathe. When Mason was finished, he left the art room. I stayed there for a few minutes more before rushing to the nearest restroom and crying softly. I didn't come out until I was sure that the coast was clear. I quickly erased all traces that I had been crying and went to class.

The rest of the day passed normally. In English, I was as stiff as a board. When the final bell rang, I raced out of the building and ran home. Mom and Dad were at the counter, counting the money that they had made on the lunch rush. I hurried up to my room. I stayed there all day, staring at my picture of Juliet. Once or twice, Mom and Dad came to check on me, but gave up when I didn't respond. Mom came in around nine to talk to me.

"Honey, we've all been talking and we were wondering what's really going on with you. Justin said he knew but that you had sworn him not to tell. Please, chica, we want to help you."

"Juliet's not coming back Mom." I said softly. "She knew she wasn't coming back. That's why she didn't say she loved me. She didn't love me. And now this is the only way I can see her. I miss her Mom. She was mi corazón. I can't live right without her. This is my way of dealing with it."

Mom nodded and gave me a hug. "Just know that as much as we didn't like her (AN: she means Alex, not Juliet), we miss the old you. Please come back to us."

I cast my eyes downward and Mom left. I tucked the picture under my pillow next to my wand. I went into the bathroom, took my evening shower, and went back into my room.

Something felt different. I walked a few paces into the room and looked around. My window was open and it looked as though someone had been sitting on my bed.

Suddenly, I heard the door shut behind me. I turned around just as the lock clicked.

"Hello Alex," Mason grinned at me. "I've come to collect what's mine." He advanced on me.

I backed up until I was up against the wall. "What do you want?" I asked. My voice was level, belying the fear that clenched my stomach.

"I want you." Mason said casually. "I'm from Seattle. People give themselves to each other all the time there. I've had every girl all over school on my tail and yet, you don't even think about me. Why not?"

"Because I have someone that I already love." I retorted.

"Who?" Mason chuckled. "If you did, you wouldn't be painting portraits of your best friend."

Mason was very close now, not even five feet away. Oh, god! Please, please, PLEASE don't let my mind be thinking the right thing. If he's about to do what I think he's about to do, please let me be unconscious for it.

"What Seattle are you from?" my voice was extremely high.

"I'm from one from an alternate dimension." Mason told me as he stood a few inches from me. I couldn't breathe and I felt myself begin shaking.

Mason's mouth closed on mine and I tried to fight him.

"Leave me alone!" I growled, pushing him away.

Mason snickered. It wasn't the kind of good snicker like when something was funny. He grabbed my waist and threw me onto the bed. I felt under the pillow for my wand and found that it wasn't there. I looked back at Mason and saw him pulling it from his back pocket. He muttered something and there was a flash.

"What did you do?" I squeaked.

"I just made it so that no one could enter through the door."

With that he snapped my wand in half and straddled my waist.

"Now, how about we start where I left off this morning?"

He reached down and ripped off my clothes (it wasn't much but still clothes nonetheless!). I was screaming before he even took his off.

Hey, told ya it would be a surprise. Bet none of yall were expecting that one. Was it too ooc? I'll try to warn you in the future if the characters ARE going to be out of character.