Edit number two. Please be nice; this one has a lot of changes. It's mostly the first chapters that are being changed, but they will all undergo at least rewording. READ THEM ALL! (seriously; I'd appreciate feedback)
I put on all the speed I could manage and, being faster than your average superstar track athlete by about… twenty km/h, that was a pretty good top speed. About average for a school-zone on the road. I would have had an advantage if my pursuer was human, but, unfortunately for me, he was a vampire. A lot faster and stronger than me.
I figured that, when he caught me, he wouldn't turn me. I'm valuable material, a lone, teenage werewolf with no pack and no one to come seeking vengeance. Perfect to experiment on.
I lasted longer than I expected to. Sure, members of my pack are fitter, both physically and mentally, but still. This was a pretty weak vampire. That aside, he still, inevitably, got over my speed and caught me. I kicked and growled and bit and fought my hardest. It's such a shame werewolf venom doesn't work on vamps; really. We, however, aren't so lucky. Vampire toxins will turn us into monsters, uncontrollable and unkillable.
He seemed to be having a rather hard time holding onto me, which was rather surprising. My increased stamina and endurance probably weren't helping him out, either. Eventually, he just thwacked me over the head with something that felt like a brick. Hard. Almost immediately, I began seeing stars and blacked out at his feet.
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"You could have killed her!" Was the first thing I heard. It was a male voice, unfamiliar to me but pleasant, whisper-shouted at someone who I assumed to be my captor. I noted, rather unhappily, the fact that I had a raging fever and was itching like crazy. Why now? I sighed unhappily to my inner wolf.
"She's a Were, she should be waking up anytime now," he replied calmly, I could imagine his face; the slight smirk touching his lips as his companion frazzled himself.
"How do you know?" He once again whisper-shouted, seeming genuinely concerned. "For all you know, she could just not want to be touched by some filthy hobo!" He was hyper. I was actually enjoying this; I mean, since when do Vampires care about the wellbeing of werewolves? The argument continued. The longer I stayed 'unconscious', the more frazzled and agitated vampire-good got and the more frustrated and unsure vampire-bad started to sound.
I finally decided to put them out of their misery. Silently propping myself up on my elbow, which was rather uncomfortable with the twitching of my arms, I watched them go at each other another few minutes, wondering how they were both still alive.
"I don't mean to interrupt the veryentertaining battle going on here, but I'm hungry. And whichever one of you brought me here, you owe me for the bricking," I inserted as the one who abducted me started to talk. They looked at me like I'd grown two heads.
"H-how long have you b-been l-listening?" stuttered the one who had defended me. He seemed rather nervous,, and looked as though he found his shoes quite interesting.
"Hmmm… I think since this whole argument started. The first thing I heard was 'you could have killed her'," I replied. I knew that my 'foot-in-mouth syndrome' would get me into a lot of trouble one day. Probably soon, what with my current situation. He opened his mouth to say something, but a low, animalistic whine bubbled from the back of my throat. Contrary to popular belief, our changes have nothing to do with the cycle of the moon. That would be more convenient, though.
They looked at me in confusion, wanting to know why I had made that noise the noise at that particular moment.
"You wanna hope this room is soundproof," I growled at them. My vocal chords always changed first. Why now?I huffed at my inner wolf again as I let loose a piercing howl that made them jump.
Some instinct inside me seemed to just know that I would complete my change this time. I convulsed as my bones and cartilage shifted, changing my physical appearance. Let me tell you, the pain I was going through was indescribable; the closest I can get is being hit over and over again by a spiked battering ram, whilst on fire and being stabbed with thousands of tiny needles. I barely noticed the argument going on next to me and almost didn't notice the cool, hard hand that rested on my back afterwards. Frightened, I looked up and saw genuine worry in the face of the one who defended me. He cared. I looked away as my face shifted.
As the fur grew, thick, course and tawny red, my tail extended. As quick as it had come, it stopped. I lay panting, resting my head in the lap of the nicer vampire. Maybe they set it off?I asked myself, knowing instinctively that being surrounded by other supernaturals had helped me; particularly the one who had sat near me and gently rubbed my back. I wondered if it was true vampires could read minds.
"It is. It's just harder than you think," said the kind voice from above me. He was still stroking my ears with one hand, the other resting in its place between my shoulders. I was comforted knowing that he was here.
Where's the other one?I thought, not to myself but to the thing above me. He must have been surprised that I could will messages across, because he jumped.
"Sorry," he apologized. "No one's ever been able to do that before. Antonio left. I'm Ricardo, but unless you want to end up drained you'll call me Ricky. Got it?" he said, his voice hardening near the end of his little speech.
Don't worry, I understand. I'm Charlotte, but unless you call me Charlie I will maul you. Why did Brick-Boy leave?I asked, coming up with a new nickname for my captor, Antonio. It made Ricky laugh.
"Apparently, werewolves become uncontrollable beasts when they change. He wanted me to leave too, but I couldn't. You were in so much pain and you looked terrified. Unlike every other vampire here, I still have morals and feelings, and they know it," he paused for a second.
"What's with the constant references to bricks?" he asked, genuinely curious.
I came in here unconscious because I was about to escape and he hit me on the head with the nearest thing he could find,I told him, disgruntled, and for a second his eyes filled with inexplicable rage.
Scared he would do something he would regret, I licked his hand gently. He jumped, but all the rage left his eyes and he smiled at me. Ricky was nice, and I liked him. I don't know why, but the fact that he cared about me made me automatically accept him as pack. He seemed to sense that, because he started messing with my head.
"Do I taste good?" he asked playfully. I didn't know what to say, and if I could have, I would have blushed. I was thankful for the fur.
To be honest, he did taste good. I couldn't explain it, but it was like all the home cooking my mum did times a million. Something must have passed through my eyes or, more likely, he delved purposefully into my mind, because he got a cocky smirk.
"I do taste good," he said, seeming legitimately surprised. It wore off and the smirk was back. "I'm glad, because I don't have taste buds," he was still messing with me, but I started to feel like I needed to get moving.
I gently picked my head up from his lap, making him furrow his brow before he understood. I took the moment to get a good look at him.
Even though he was sitting on the floor, I could tell he was tall. His hair was auburn-brown, and his eyes were a solid grey. Though most vampires had sharp features, his were surprisingly soft. I found myself staring at him; he was surprisingly handsome.
I remembered what dad had told me before they came. 'Every wolf has a destined One, their mate. Anything that's even partially human is eligible. You'll know when you find them.'Were his words in a nutshell. There was more, but that was the main, most important part. Could Ricky be that?
He noticed me staring and raised an eyebrow, smirk getting bigger.
"Like what you see?" he teased.
Bite meI snapped, sorta embarrassed.
"Not happening," he joked, when he realised what he said. I just growled at him, with no real malice, and proceeded to wander around the room, sniffing every now and again, making sure that I was safe.
All my senses were better, particularly my nose, and I could smell Ricky not too far away. He smelled almost as good as he tasted.
I knew the change back would come soon, so I went over to where he was watching me intently, as though astounded by what he was seeing.
What?I asked, somewhat curious as to what was so astonishing about a wolf doing wolf things.
"No trips, no wobbles, nothing. When I first turned, I had all sorts of issues with adjusting. This is your first change, how did you know what to do?" he clearly didn't know anything about us.
InstinctI huffed, as though it was obvious. Then I noticed the last part of that sentence.
How did you know it was my first?I asked suspiciously.
"You were terrified, clearly not used to what was happening to you," he said convincingly, not quite meeting my eye. He was lying, I could feel it coming off him in waves, but I didn't press.
I'm going to change back soon. When I do, I'm going to need some clothes.I warned him. It took him a few seconds to realise what I was implying.
"When you change back, you'll be… naked?" he cautioned. I nodded as best I could.
I don't particularly care, but I thought you might, I said. He blushed.
Standing up, got a blanket from the bed and draped it over me. Since my original clothes, dirty and torn from time on the street, were ripped to shreds by the change, he went to and opened the wardrobe on the other side of the room.
Inside were piles upon piles of clothing, all different sizes, with female as well as male designs. He picked out a shirt and pair of jeans that were my size and sat down next to me. I'm leavingwas the message he was sending me, so I lay down and waited for the change to start itself.
It didn't take long, and when I started whining Ricky gently reached under a place a hand on my back. I appreciated it, and the change back was fast and slightly less painful. When I was done Ricky tried to remove his hand, but I kept pressed up against him, enjoying the contact between the two of us. He seemed to understand, because he left it there until I was ready to get dressed and turned away.
"Thanks," I murmured, smiling slightly. I was still a little disorientated from the transformation, but felt better than I have in weeks. Not changing when you're supposed to is bad for you; it backs thing up in your body if it goes on too long. I had a feeling that all the supernatural energy and having Ricky here helped me.
"No problem," he said, flashing a dazzling vampire smile my way. Maybe staying here wouldn't be too bad after all.
Better? I hope so. Keep checking back here today; I'm gonna keep updating, since I have nothing better to do.
See you soon! (seriously, the next one will take less than an hour)
~PiptheSnake~