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(Ayane/Anne)

I was up and ready to go to school before Michael was up. I set out a bowl of oatmeal that I made in a coffee pot for him. I slipped into the bathroom to get ready, but I resented it. I tried to avoid gazing into the mirror, because the girl on the other side wasn't the me I wanted. But inevitably, she came into my view as I was brushing my hair.

Her skin was sickly pale, and her eyes had no light in them. She had two permanent holes in her neck. The reflection didn't seem human, in the sense that she was quite lifeless. 'Is this what Michael sees?' Tears streaked my cheeks. I looked like a broken woman, and I hated it.

'This is what Jacob and Alisha made you.' The woman's soothing voice reminded me. 'This is what they'll do to Michael if you slip up.'

I closed my eyes to try and stop the flow of tears, but it only made them push out and onto my lashes.

"Mommy." I turned to see Michael in the doorway. "Why are you crying again?"

I knelt beside him and brought him into a hug. "I don't know." I lied, rubbing his back. "Maybe I just need to cry."

"Are you going to go to work today?" He asked in a worried voice.

I shook my head. "I got fired on the day that our apartment burned to the ground."

"Oh." Was his quiet response.

I finally released him and gave him a quick kiss on the head. "Bye love." I gave him a kiss on the nose before heading out the door.

Many of the girls were out in the hall giggling and talking in hushed tones. Yuki, queen of the perky, came bouncing over. "How are you, Ayane?"

"Fine." I looked over at the girls. "What's got them excited?"

Yuki smiled. "My dad, the headmaster, said we're having a dance tonight, and that both Day and Night class are allowed. Classes have been canceled for the say, as well."

"Wow." I breathed. 'Nothing like this happened in Montana.' I pushed the thought into the cupboard. Because that's where we put things we don't like.

"Do you have a dress for tonight?" Yuki was getting a little less annoying the more I was exposed to her. I shook my head; I never needed a dress for running around hiding in California. "I think I might have one you can borrow. We're about the same size." Yuki was like a size one, so for a woman with a kid that's pretty good.

"It's alright, I wasn't-"

"You don't want to go?" She seemed utterly surprised. "Why not?"

I leaned in and whispered, "You do realize the Night Class are vampires, right?"

Her red-brown eyes widened in horror. "Wha-what?" She tried to brush off the initial shock. "There's no such thing as vampires."

"Evidence to the contrary." I muttered under my breath. "Hold on." I opened my door a smidge and saw Michael ducking under the bed. "Come in."

Yuki came in with a steady look of shock on her face. "How did you know?"

"I can tell vampires by looking at them now." I cryptically answered. "Do others know?"

"Headmaster, Zero and I were the only ones outside the Night Class itself of vampires in the building." I sucked up the information like a sponge. "We ought to tell the headmaster that you know."

"What does mommy know?" My eyes gave away my fear when Michael spoke up.

Yuki checked under my bed and her eyes were also wide. "Oh. My Gosh." She reached under and pulled Michael out in her arms. "He's so cu-"

She didn't finish her sentence because I held one of my Moon Blades up to her throat. "Put. My. Son. Down." I whispered my threat to make sure she understood the gravity of what she was doing. I wasn't going to let anything happen to him. Especially when the person in question full well knew about the vampires.

She slowly lowered Michael onto the bed and backed away from him. "Calm down, Ayane." She carefully pushed the Moon Blade from near her. "What is that?"

I sheathed it in my boot. "It's a Moon Blade, given to me by a vampire hunter in California."

She was hooked. She began asking me so many questions, and for some reason I answered each one. Maybe chatting with her for a week gave her my trust. "What did you mean when you said you can tell vampires by looking at them?"

I bit my lip. "Tell her." Michael plead, his blue eyes echoing his desire. While his blonde hair reminded me of Jacob, his eyes were the same color as mine, but full of life.

I looked her dead in the eye. "Once you're told, you cannot tell anyone. And if I show you my scars, you'll never be able to unsee them."

She didn't seem afraid now. I took a deep breath, and just said it; "I'm half-werewolf."

She looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "What?"

"I'm half-werewolf, on my father's side. I grew up in Montana as a perfectly happy kid until I was nine. Then my mom remarried, to a man named Jacob.

"He was nice at first, but something changed. My mom told him what I was, and he'd come into my room and poke me with a needle. I learned a few months later that he was drawing blood and selling it." I paused before adding, "To vampires."

She gasped. "You poor thing." She lightly touched my upper arm. "Is he…" She looked down at Michael.

"Michael has no vampire in him." I clarified. "His father didn't exactly ask before he…" Tears welled in my eyes and I quietly cursed at them. "It doesn't matter." I decided.

"When I turned thirteen, before Michael was even a thought, Jacob learned that vampires call my blood 'Wolf Rain,' a rare delicacy. He also learned that by letting the vampires bite me directly, he gets more money.

"When Michael was conceived, the bites and withdrawals of blood became more frequent." I chuckled darkly and joked, "maybe hormonal Wolf Rain is even better.

"After he was born things returned to normal. Michael was kept away from me, and I suffered greatly. His father blamed me for getting pregnant and should hurt me...a lot. When I turned fifteen, I couldn't handle it anymore.

"I don't know what happened," I confessed, "but I somehow grabbed Michael from where they hid him and ran. Just ran. I don't know how long, but it was over 1,500 miles. I went from Great Falls, Montana to Fort Briggs, California."

Her face had pity and was laced with a touch of fear. "You just...forgot?"

"No, I blacked out." I explained as well as I could.

Yuki shook her head and for some reason hugged me. "Why would you tell me all this?" She thought aloud. "Why not the headmaster, or the police?"

"For the same reason I'm allowing you to hug me," I said, pushing her back a bit, "I trust you."

She laughed a bit. "Why?"

I shrugged. "Maybe the wolf in me needed someone outside Michael and I to connect with." She smiled kindly.

"You're secret's safe with me." She vowed. And I completely believed her.

Michael tugged on the hem of her skirt. "What's your name?" He asked, surprising her again with his advanced ability to speak.

"Yuki." She ruffled her hair.

'We can trust her.' The woman's voice said, and my lips spread into a grin.

'Is there anyone else we can?' I asked, hoping there were more. It felt nice having a confidante.

'Not sure. Not much social interaction with many others.' She replied. I knew where she was going with that completely vague comment.

"Yuki," I caught her attention, "is your offer for a dress still in the air?"

Her whole face seemed to smile. "Absolutely." She nodded, turning to Michael. "Imma take you mommy and make her look all pretty."

"Can I help?" Michael looked so excited. So full of happiness. My spirit was crushing his, and it broke my heart to think of that.

"Of course!" She giggled, and they started laughing. And I genuinely laughed along, for the first time in a long time. 'Maybe this will be good for me.'

'Of course it will be.'

Alrighty! I realize it seemed quick, but werewolves connect really quickly, okay!? We werewolves latch on with both hands.

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