The Darkest Light
Chapter four
A growling outside my door awaked me. I looked around, noticing Annabelle was gone. Panicked, I sit up. I slowly walk toward the door. The growling gets louder. I jump back. Ok, I have to do this. I quickly open the door, and take a few steps backward.
Standing before me is a wolf. A humungous, black wolf. I stare at it. What in the world? Then, it hits me. Annabelle must have had her first Change. The wolf stands still, staring at me for a few more seconds. Then, as if reading my thoughts, walks into the room, curls up, and goes to sleep.
I close the door, slowly. I can deal with this tomorrow. With this thought, I curl up in my bed, and go to sleep.
The alarm goes off. I quickly jump up, and turn it off. The alarm always scares me in the morning. I look around. Annabelle's curled up on the floor, covered with a sheet. So, she did Change last night. I walk over to her, and start shaking her.
"Anna, wake up!" I yell at her, knowing that, that's the only way to wake her up. She stirs for a bit and opens her eyes. She sits unblinking for a few minutes.
Suddenly, she looks shocked, and quickly looks at me, "You're not scared of me?"
"Huh?" I ask stupidly, "Oh! No, why would I be?"
"Well, you saw me Change. I'm officially a werewolf! There's no doubt now!"
"Well, I'm officially a half-demon! There never was any doubt!" I yell, and a glass smashes into the wall. "An uncontrolled one at that. You're not scared of me."
Annabelle just stares at me, waiting for me continue. I get up and start cleaning up the broken glass, as if telling her I'm finished.
When I finish, and look back at her, she still hasn't made a move. I sigh, "The point I'm trying to get across here, Anna, is that this doesn't change who you are. You're still you."
"You didn't ever change."
"Huh? Well, no, but I'm not-"
"That's not what I meant. What I mean is that you've always been a half-demon."
"And you've always been a werewolf. Sure, you haven't always been able to Change into a wolf, but that doesn't change anything. You're still you, and I'm still me. At least, your powers are controlled."
"You're getting better."
"At what? Making speeches to make people feel better? Well, of course. I have a lot of practice." I say, and jokingly hit her with my art book.
"No, not that. Well, that too, but I meant at controlling your powers."
"No, I'm not. I'll never be able to. David told me that already. I wasn't prepared for my powers, and now I'll never fully control them."
Annabelle bounces up off the floor, letting the sheet fall to reveal that she's naked underneath. "There a first time for everything." She smiles at me.
Knowing she's referring to herself, being the first born female werewolf, I don't have to ask. Instead, I ignore her last statement, and ask instead, "Where are your clothes?"
She blushes, and quickly covers her nakedness with the sheet again. "Oh yeah, when I Change whatever I'm wearing is destroyed. I was sleeping when I Changed back, so I never had the chance to get dressed."
I walk over to her closet, and throw her a pair of black jeans, and a red t-shirt with black stripes. "Well, the bathrooms over there, go change."
"I know where the bathroom is, stupid. I was just confused is all."
"Ok, go get dressed. Then, we'll go see David."
"You have an idea to find the killer?"
"No, silly. We need to tell you've had your first change. However, I changed my mind. Breakfast, first. David can wait until I've had my morning coffee."
"Oh, right. Ok. Yeah, I could use some coffee, too."
"What? Since when do you even drink coffee?"
"Well, I didn't get enough sleep last night, with the whole Changing thing. I could use a caffeine fix."
"So, Changing is going to make you a coffee drinker? That's one point for me, I guess."
"It's not one point for anyone. Now go downstairs to the caf, and I'll meet you there, k?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, ok. See you soon."
She walks into the bathroom, as I leave our room to go to the caf. Everyone's going to love this.
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