"...and that was what my third boyfriend was like."

This better be the last time I wake up like this, at least for a month. The sound of someone whimpering nearby drifted into my ear. I tried to stand but knocked my head on something. I was in a tiny cage and I could see a few more on either side of me.

"You're awake" Michelle looked at me with pure joy in her eyes. "I thought you had finally kicked it after you cracked your head off the truck." It sure felt like it. I tried to reassure her but the only thing to come out of mouth was a decent amount of puke. My head felt like it was going to rip itself off my neck and commit suicide.

"I could be better, now where am I?" I massaged my temples hoping the pain would go away. If there was one good thing about being a werewolf it was after a few years I could heal a lot quicker.

"You're in a warehouse about a mile from the outskirts of town where the blood suckers hold a bunch of werewolves to torture and force to fight each other."

"Fucking great. Wait how do you know all this?" I finally looked up at her since I threw up and she was sitting near another cage which was holding a girl who was maybe fifteen.

"Oh right this is Ellie they picked her up early last month," She looked over at the little girl, "Ellie this is Gabe, the werewolf I've been living with." Ellie shoved her hand between the bars and held out her hand. I followed suit and shook her hand.

"Michelle told me you two live with one of these blood suckers. If you do you're stupider than you look, you must be new blood if you're sharing a roof with one of these degenerates." I must really look like shit if this little girl is calling me stupid.

"Look kid first off, I don't live with her-"

"So it's a girl! What did you two go all Twilight and fall in love, true love trumps all and all that garbage. Let me burst your love bubble but they hate us this is the third time a vampire has committed a hate crime against me since this thing happened to me." She gave me this triumphant look, who the hell does she think she is.

"She lives with me. Second, you couldn't be more wrong she just sort of showed up in my life after I got the shit kicked out of me by a vampire, the first vampire I met actually."

"You must be new at this whole thing then, few months I'm guessing." I looked over at Michelle who gave me the same look I was giving her; exasperation.

"It's been hard to convince her for me too." Michelle said meekly.

I stared directly into the girl's face. "This has been my life for the past six years." A ping of realization shot across her face and since the first time I met her she seemed unsure of how to proceed. Granted I've only known the girl for all of ten minutes. "What makes you so sure of yourself, if you haven't noticed we're both stuck in teeny cages with only a ghost to help us out. No offense Michelle."

"None taken."

"My brother is coming to get me."

"I hate to burst your bubble, truly am but does he know where this place is?"

"No."

"And my friend here can poof away and tell my vampire friend where we are and she can come and break us out. So how is it bad that I'm friends with a vampire again?"

"Wrong, right now you're ghost friend is more useful than your blood sucker."

"If it wasn't for Talia I wouldn't even had met Michelle."

"Guys I'm sitting right here." She sounded like a child when their parents were fighting.

"Sorry about that Michelle but this little fire head is frustrating me. Can you go find Talia and tell her where this place is? Then I can go get some painkillers."

"Uhh okay." Michelle poofed away and left me and this teeny bopper alone in silence. I rolled over onto to my back and stared at the top of my cage.

"That's it you're just going to roll over and wait for your friends?" what a way to make my headache worse.

"You have a better idea I'm assuming."

"Well no."

"Well if you want to talk why didn't you just ask."

"How'd you know?"

"The look you gave me when I said how long I've been a werewolf. You looked shocked, anxious and possibly couldn't believe what you were hearing."

"Really?"

"No, I just took a shot in the dark."

"You must have been younger than me when you were bit."

"How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen."

"I was your age when I was bit."

"How'd your parents take it?"

"What parents."

"I'm sorry it's just you seem so well off compared to me. I ran away with my brother when I was bitten, that was just over nine months ago."

I sat up and looked at her. She was small and looked terrified for the first time. "Dude that sucks. Is your brother all... claws and fangs too?"

"No he's still normal, but he does know about me. How about you?"

"My dad tore my mother and aunt apart then scratched and bit me and left me for dead." Her face drained of all color. "It's okay I'm going to kill the son of a bitch!"

So it's been like a year since I've posted anything for this, that's my bad. I spent the last year being depressed, well I still am but writing helps. Onward and FYI expect a vampire hunter soon.