The sleeper groaned, waking slowly as if struggling through chilled molasses. His red hair was short, his customary spikes long gone so that his hair was a mess going every which way. His bright blue eyes were hidden beneath closed eyelids and a thin white scar trailed across his left eye diagonally from eyebrow to cheekbone. His pale completion was quickly darkening as the sun rose, blood started its regular flow, and pain receded.
A shaft of sunlight hit his face, searing through his eyelids. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, trying to get the stinging to go away. He blinked and took in his surroundings.
He didn't recognize the despicable building he was in. The place should have been condemned. Dust and dirt coated a floor that was visibly sunken in the center. The paint, or maybe it was wallpaper, was pealing. Spider webs covered the walls and ceilings and stretched between the peelings. The musty smell from molding wood and furniture was overwhelming making him hack and sneeze. He lay in what could be described as a nest of ratty, tattered blankets with a threadbare thin blanket pooling around his waist. It was his only covering. He dropped his face into his hands, rubbing his eyes and tousling his hair even further. Grea'…now I'm losin' time! He sighed and rubbed his face again, tying to figure out what he was going to do.
He flinched when something hit him in the face. A pair of pants fell into his lap and he looked up startled. He smiled when he saw who it was. "Bonjour Remy," he said falsely cheerful.
"Lapin, mon ami." Remy's tone was almost dangerous. "Yo' been keepin' secrets."
Lapin shook his head as he pulled on the pants. "Don' know wha' yo'r talkin' bou'."
"S' yo' tellin' Remy yo' don' 'member spendin' all nigh' tryin' t' ge' t' de city an' tear a few people t' shreds?" Lapin stared at his best friend in shock, what the hell was he talking about? "Yo' realy don' 'member bein' a wolf?" Remy asked unbelievingly. "Yo' don' 'member Remy t'rowin' charged rock afte' charged rock a' yo'?"
Lapin shook his head. "No….are yo' tryin' t' tell me da' I'm a werewolf?" Lapin forced a laugh. "Good one Remy, yo' almos' had me goin' fo' a minute dere."
"Remy ain' kiddin'," the other boy said frankly. "Yo' spen' las' nigh' in de swamps tryin' t' ge' t' de city. An' yo' damn near ran me int' de groun' more den once." Remy rolled his neck on his shoulders and Lapin almost flinched at the cracking sound. "I' wasn' a very fun nigh'. So how 'bout yo' star' talkin'?"
Lapin shook his head again. "I really don' know what yo'r talkin' bou'. S' how 'bou' yo' tell me wha' happened…since yo' seem t' know."
The two stared at each other, neither looking away nor even blinking. Finally Remy sighed…and started talking.