I trace Isaac's face with my fingertips. I start with the smooth, silky skin of his forehead, I slide down to his eyelids, and he closes them. I look at his dark eyelashes against his pale skin, and then go to his lips, skipping his nose. I touch his lips with both hands, and they're soft, and smooth. His fangs retract, and his eyes go back to blue.

I move my face closer to his until our foreheads are touching.

"Is this okay?" I ask him in a whisper, while staring in his eyes. We stare at each other and then he nods. I don't kiss him, but our lips are close and we're breathing each other in, He closes the distance and our lips touch for a second.

In that one second, my body is ignited with something I've never felt before. My body is on fire, and his lips are soft, and sweet. This is not how I thought my first kiss would be. I deepen the kiss, and his hands come up to hold my face. We roll over, and Isaac is straddling me. We break the kiss and stare at each other. He leans down, and nuzzles the crook of my neck. He begins to kiss my pulse point, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. I feel his teeth graze my skin, and I groan. I put my hand into his silky curls, and pull him up and kiss him again. We break apart for air, and he goes right back to my neck.

"Are you giving me a hickey?" I ask him. I feel him nod.

I chuckle. "Is this an Isaac or lunatic thing?"

He doesn't answer for a few seconds, but he's still working at my neck, so I stare at my ceiling and run my fingers through his hair.

I finally feel him get up, and he stares at me.

"I'm actually a werewolf."

"I know, I just wanted to call you a lunatic." I laugh and he attacks my neck again.

"I think it's a werewolf thing. You should see Stiles."

Two hours later, Isaac and I are still on my bed, and he's still on top of me. The sun is setting, so Liam or my dad will be back soon.

"You told me you know what happened across the street. Are you willing to tell me?"

He's hesitant, but then he takes a deep breath.

"I used to live there, and my father, he used to abuse me and the day after I was changed, he was murdered." Isaac says with venom in his tone, but I hear a hint of sadness.

"Do you know what killed him?" I ask quietly.

"It was the guy who used to live here."

"WHAT!" I exclaimed. He puts his hands over his ears. "Sorry," I apologize, "but I'm living in an ex-murderers house. We were told the family moved to London. What if we find his "tools" in our basement? What if he comes back to kill us?" I ramble on. "Oh gosh what if I'm dead by the end of the week?"

Isaac pecks my lips. "Calm down, the guy was taken care of, and now he's a werewolf."

"Won't that make him even more dangerous? I mean he's going to have fangs and claws. Do you guys have claws?"

"Of course we do."

I stare at him and kiss his nose.

"How many of you are werewolves."

"Well, Derek, Scott and I."

"What about Stiles, Lydia and Allison."

Stiles is Stiles, Lydia is something, and Allison is a werewolf hunter."

"How does that work out with Scott being a werewolf?"

"They love each other, and Allison doesn't care."

"I guess they're a modern Romeo and Juliet."

"Yeah they are."

He nuzzles my neck again.

"Where do you live now?"

"I live with Derek."

"Was he the one that changed you?"

"Yes."

I nod and continue to run my fingers through his hair.

"My dad or brother will be here soon. How are you getting home?" I ask.

"I can walk, it won't take that long."

"Are you sure, I mean my dad won't have a problem with bringing you back."

"Um, ok I'll wait for him." He says. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can."

"What happened with your brother?"

"I thought you forgot about that." I whisper. "Well one day we were having dinner talking about my mom, and I mentioned that I had a dream where she told me she was dying and she wanted me to take care of everyone. I thought it was a sign that she couldn't leave us. And out of nowhere he lunged across the table and stabbed me two times."

"Why didn't you guys get him sent to jail?"

"Because I didn't want my mom to be more stressed out than she already was. So I told them that it was fine, and he was probably just not in his right mind." I say. "And I think that's true because when I looked in his eyes, they were glazed over like he wasn't himself."

"Do you think he'll try again?"

I give him an honest answer. Yes

A/N: I don't like this chapter and will edit it soon!