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I knew it had happened the moment it did. She was beautiful, and perfect, and suddenly I couldn't remember why I ever liked Bella, when such an angel was here on Earth. I loved this girl, and I didn't know her name. She was a brunette, with wavy, movie star hair. She had the biggest brown eyes I'd ever seen, they took up most of her face. She was dressed like a vampire, with fake teeth, and cape. I laughed at how wrong she had it. "Ashley," said Ricky, the pirate boy, "get away from that animal. It's vicious. It nearly tried to maul Nick." Ashley. Her name was Ashley. Such a pretty name. Of course I was healed by this point, wolves tend to be quick healers, but I still lay on the ground, not wanting to leave her side.
"He did not you liar," she shouted, "I saw the whole thing. He's just a dog, a poor stray. Why do you have to hurt everything!?" Ricky raised his hand and struck. I could hear the slap especially well. I growled, how could anyone hurt my angel? He pulled her wrist, hard, twisting it, trying to pull her toward him. She winced, but didn't cry out. I bared my teeth.
"See?" Ricky cried, "He's a bad dog. I was protecting you from him. If you'd rather be attacked, so be it. Now, let's go home Nick." He took his brother's hand, and walked off, leaving Ashley alone with me. How dare he! He hit her, and then made no mention of it, as though it never happened. She sunk to the ground next to me, popped out her fangs and cried. I scooted closer to this goddess, wanting to comfort her in some way. I nuzzled my nose into her hand, putting my head in her lap.
"It's ok, boy," she said, stroking my fur, "Are you ok? I can't believe he brought a real gun out trick-or-treating! I told him not to, but all I got for it was a black eye. I can't believe he would do something like that, and in front of his little brother too. Their dad died last year, and Ricky is trying to take care of Nick, make him a man. Let me see where he got you." Cautiously, she reached around to my leg, and gasped. There was no wound there, and I knew it.
"Did he miss or something?" she asked, and I nodded. Or something was right. "I'll take you home, at least for tonight, ok boy?" she asked, "I'm going to give you a bath and a nice meal, you're filthy, a good brushing is in order too, I think." Again, I barked. Ashley was taking me home. "Come on," she said, wiping her eyes as she stood up, snapping her fingers at me. I followed. I had no choice. I would follow her to the end of the Earth and back.