I saw my first full blooded werewolf that night. And the child was too young to even know what she was. The couple that were now staying in room seven, never looked so happy. Their new baby daughter, with her pink tinted, blonde hair, and her little yawns seemed to melt them as I showed them to their room. The little girls name was Darlene. And much like a real wolf, her eyes were two different colors. Which when brown and green, make for one pretty baby.

As I layed back in my bed that night, and listened to the crickets play their symphony outside of my window, I couldn't help but wonder whether I'd be as happy as those two. I've never seen two people more in love. And as they thanked me for the room, I wished them good luck with the new baby. Because as I lied in my bed, I could hear her crying a mile away. Through six concrete walls that child wailed, only stopping every now and again. I laughed a little too myself as I turned out my lamp.

And when the light clicked off, I was met face to face with an anomaly.

Standing above me, her legs trapping both mine in between hers, was Angela. Those deep green eyes glowed in the dark like a beacon. Her scowl layed stretched across her flawless mouth, her nose pecked slightly. And her slender body hidden behind soft, black silk that seemed to grow on her like moss.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't think.

She knelt down until we were face to face, her hand grazed my bare chest, and my heart raced. With no words, no reason, she pushed me into my comfortable mattress, and rubbed her skin against mine. The smell of blood seeped through her thin skin, and it drove me wild. My teeth clenched, my heart beat ever so faster, and my lungs couldn't get enough of her smell. My arms felt chained as I rubbed my face across her neck, taking in the scent, and kissing her lightly. Her warm flesh, was radiating beauty, and mine wanted to smother it. Every fiber of my being danced on the edge of ecstacy, and my eyes burned at her sight.

She lowered her head, her hair flowed over my face, I gasped for air. This was too much! My stomach clenched, and she sat back up on top of me. Her hips grinded against me, her star light eyes pierced my soul, and as she moved up against me for a kiss. I ran my hand across her hair, uncovering those beautiful green eyes, and she grabbed my hand. She kissed my palm, and leant into my ear. Her chest, slid across mine, tension built high as she came closer and closer. And then she said it.

"Wake up..."

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My eyes shot open, and I scrambled upright, turning on my lamp, and peered into the uncovered darkness. She was nowhere to be found. My forehead was covered in a cold sweat, my body ached. My heart sank at her absence and I'd never felt more alone. A storm brew in my stomach as I told myself it was just a dream. And anger deluded it when I couldn't believe myself. "God, she was beautiful..." I told myself.

That thin smell of blood, hung in the air as I thought of her. And pushing myself up against the headboard, I sighed.

The thick, rosewood headboard rasped against the wall, and a small 'Chink' sounded afterwards. And something silver fell from it's top. I knew I'd seen it before, but from where? The small silver eagle, hung on a thin silver chain. It's wings outstretched about an inch, and in it's talons were a pentagram, and a lit candle. And it sat right in my lap, staring back at me.

I lifted under it with my knee and it fell into the palm of my hand. And I'd never felt such a painful burn in my life. It seared right through my skin and I tossed it, yelping as I did so. My palm smoked, and bubbled a little, and it burned like hell. The boiled flesh that surrounded the wound closed in on itself, and as it started to heal... it looked more and more, like the lips of an angel.

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I'd been up for hours. Sitting on the couch, my hand wrapped in gauze, thinking over and over about the dream. What it meant, why I'd had it, and everything in between. The kiss on my palm, was written off as coincidence, but the thought still lingered. 'Coincidence seemed to follow witches.' And Angela, was definitely a witch. It was just a question of what kind, and why this was happening.

I flipped through the channels, not even paying attention to what was on. I was just trying to forget. The madness, and the loneliness. This wasn't a road I liked to go down. But it really seemed like I had no choice.

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The next day started normal, about as normal as another day as a werewolf could start. I'd invited John and Bridget in for breakfast that morning. Seeing as how their daughter kept them up all night, and was just now, sleeping it off. I decided why not? Derrick was still sleeping, and over the years, I learned what I could and shouldn't do around Derrick. Number one, was wake him up. Number two, was freeze his boxers. Nick and I felt the full force of his anger that day.

"Thank you, we really needed the break." John said, as I brought their plates over to them. I loaded them up with bacon, sausages, four eggs each, and a biscuit. Wilson mused that I'd never outgrow making breakfast. And I agreed with him. I loved to cook, because it was easy to learn, and something I was actually good at.

I didn't want to over step my boundaries with the couple, but as I listened to the young one sleep, and sat across from the parents... I had to ask.

"Before you too got here, I always thought that having a full blooded child was impossible!"

Bridget laughed, thankfully. "No, it's just very rare to conceive after both parents have changed. Me and John," She said peering over to him, "We were just lucky." I really liked this couple, more than a lot of the strange company we are accustomed too.

"You two don't mind if I bring some friends over, right?" I asked.

They looked confused, but when I mentioned they were human, they relinquished their curiosity. They didn't have a problem with humans, like most werewolves did. And I was especially surprised that, as new parents, they didn't mind. Which was fine by me.

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Nick and Emily drove over later in the afternoon, just as Derrick was conveniently leaving. I really got the feeling that he held a grudge against Emily for getting my dad shot, even though we laughed about it as we told the story. I still remember the looks on Wilson and Derricks faces as we couldn't stop laughing, especially when my dad's hand was gauzed up like mitten, and I was wearing a makeshift cast. I laughed a little.

The second Nick was in the driveway, a loud boom erupted, scaring me. And as he pulled around, I saw the problem and almost fell over laughing. His back tire had blown out! He wasn't happy about it, but at least he had a spare tire in the back. Emily laughed along with me.

As the two came up the stairs, Nick looking a little less enthused than he was when he was pulling in the driveway, I noticed the two holding hands. Internally mentioning I'd called it, I decided to voice my opinion.

"You too look like Hansel and Gretel coming up them stairs!" I yelled.

Nick called me an ass, and Emily flipped me off. I smiled back. "Need help with your tire?" I asked, pointing at his beater truck.

"Yeah. And I don't have a jack on me, can I borrow your dads?" He asked. Probably thankful that he didn't have to ask my dad this time. Last time, even though my dad just grunted that he could, he was still quick to leave his sight. And I knew my dad was big, and strong, and frightening, but there's a limit, and I really wished everyone would get over it.

"Yep. It's right were you left it last time." I said, pointing him around back to the tool house. It was essentially, the Martha Stewart version of a tool shack, that my dad had built two years after my destructive nature was unleashed on the back rooms. He'd always said I was high maintenance, and I guess he was quite right the day he built that thing. A small lumber yard was connected behind it, sheltered by a tightly pulled, blue tarp that protected it from rain. It was a wood workers fantasy.

As Nick left us alone, I dug in my pocket, and tossed Emily that necklace I found last night. I'd wrapped it in the bloody gauze that once sheltered my palm from everything beyond it.

"What's this... Where'd you get this?" She said, her tone changing from wonder to anger.

"I found it last night, after a freaky dream about your cousin, Angela." I replied, toned as seriously as possible.

Emily didn't respond before Nick came back, troubled by the weight of my dads jack. I laughed and waved as I yelled, "Come on, it's not that heavy!"

Nick was big, but that was a very big jack, and it could easily jack up the backside of an eighteen wheeler. That's why my dad bought it. To him, it was all or nothing.

"You say that now..." He said, panting as he dragged that monster of a jack, "Let's see how you react when you blow a tire!"

Surprisingly, he dragged it all the way to his truck, and started jacking up the back end. The distance was good enough to keep him out of the conversation that Emily was so eager to pick back up on, and it was easy to keep an eye on the distance from here to there.

"So do you want to explain what happened in this 'dream' of yours?"

To be honest, I really did...