I filled her in on the dream, in great detail, and as soon as she went to slap me, I called over to Nick, pretending to give him advice. It was hard to relive that dream without expressing it as if I were there. There was just too much emotion keeping me from shortening it up for her. Besides, I didn't want to feel that sting that I'd felt my entire childhood. So you can understand why I did it.

"You're a dick, you know that right?" She asked me. I smiled, remembering that I'd said the exact same thing to Derrick the night before.

"Look, I didn't want the dream, and if anything, it was extremely depressing. But the cold hard truth is, I think your cousin is either trying to mess with me, or drive me crazy." She gave me a look telling me she knew what I was getting at. "Cause I know you witches."

"What's that supposed to mean!?" She yelled.

"Oh, come on! You people are about as devious as the gulf is damp!" I yelled back, garnering Nick's sweat covered attention.

"Hey, Don't make me come up there!" He yelled at us. That sarcasm of his, breaking the tension between his friend and his girl.

"You're lucky you're Nick's friend." She said.

"No, You're lucky you're Nick's girlfriend." I replied, walking off the porch away from the witch and her cousin's necklace.

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"I want to talk to her." I said, bringing up that old conversation we'd had earlier. All three of us sat in front of the big screen TV, taking turns on Devil May Cry for the PS2.

"Who?" Nick said, obviously having trouble with the final boss. He was on his last life and the giant mess of previous bosses was almost finally down.

"Angela." I said. He paused the game.

"You think you have a shot with her?" He asked a little too honestly.

"You two do remember I'm sitting behind you... right?" Emily asked, arms crossed, and awaiting her turn. I'd never seen a girl who liked games as much as Emily, and it was one of the few traits that didn't bother me about her.

"Yes," I replied, "That's why I asked you." As I said it, my imagination went haywire. Flashes of that dream flooded my brain like a back draft. I knew something about this was wrong, but I couldn't figure out what.

"Call me later, and I'll tell you whether or not she even wants to see you."

"Why wouldn't she?" Nick asked. As Emily and I exchanged looks behind him, we both knew the less he knew, the better. And where as I couldn't think of a lie, Emily decided it was a good idea to reply, "She hates white people."

We all shared a good laugh.

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That night, I called over to Emily's, her aunt said that her and Nick were out that night. When I asked to talk to Angela, she said that she was asleep, then just hung up. I didn't like witches. Not at all. They were secretive, devious, and always made you work for every bit of help you asked for. And sometimes, not even giving you any at all. They were a mess of a breed.

Emily was alright though. She was a little over-protective of her cousin, but look who's having dreams of getting in her pants! I couldn't blame her for long, and after a while I couldn't blame anyone but myself for what happened. Though, I tried to deny it over the past couple of days, I knew it was inevitable that I'd come to this point in my life. The leading cause in werewolf deaths were because of their vicious sex drive.

Mine was mild now. Just a dream and a fantasy every now and then, but I knew it'd get worse. I'd heard stories of the crippling agony it could bring if not satisfied, and the horrible decision making it could induce. And the younger you were when your first change took place, the worse it was going to be when it finally happened. Thankfully, it happens after eighteen, not sixteen like humans. Those extra two years of peace... were definitely worth it.

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Two months went by, and before I knew it, I was back in school. My last year, at that. But along with it, came pressure. What college I'd go too, prom, girls, all that crap they shove down your throat in every high school sitcom couldn't compare to what I was going through.

I hadn't seen Angela since that first day we me, yet every night I lay down my head, she was there. She haunted my dreams with her beauty. Her voice could be heard in empty halls when I was alone, even though I'd never heard her speak. Her scent was indescribably evident wherever I went, even if no one else could sense it.

My father and the other two, now looked at me totally different. That instinct to mate and procreate was driving me insane, to the point where my mornings felt like the end of existence. Her absence every morning destroyed my soul and put me in a bad mood instantly. And to meet everyone in the morning for breakfast, and see their faces, their looks, bothered me without hinder. They looked at me the same way I'd look at a sick dog in a pet store, as if the future was a bleak monster waiting to swallow me whole.

And even if the drive that was now dominating my DNA told me not too, I made it clear that Nick shouldn't bring Emily over any more. I didn't want to risk it. Hell, if there was a female who was occupying a room in the back, I'd make it a note not to even meet her. Even though their scents lingered in the house. My toes curled every time I came across ones scent. This monster inside, was killing me. And no matter how much I pleaded, the dreams kept on coming, the smells kept getting sharper, and the madness kept growing.

My dad had confronted me about school, and whether or not I should go, I really shouldn't. I'd rather home school the first couple of months, at least until this beast died away. But his advice... really didn't help anything. I don't even want to repeat what he said, but all day that day, it rang in my head. "You'll never beat it. You might as well hurry and find someone, before you do something stupid."

At one point, I had to drag myself into the basement, and lock myself in to keep myself from going out and hunting her down. Those dreams had driven me mad, and each night they got longer and more detailed. Lust infected my veins, and violence followed. This self-destructive instinct was infuriating, and the worst part was, that I'd have to start this over, every morning, until I either found my mate, or killed myself in the process.

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My first day at school was horrifying. Where as it was easy for me to hide my pain, it wasn't easy to keep it at bay for seven hours. Every class was a nightmare of sex filled day dreams and a fight to keep myself from clawing into my leg as I suppressed everything.

That first class, History, had a teacher named Mrs. Dawson. I hadn't heard a single word she said that first day. All I could think about, was bending her over her desk, or pushing her up against the black board as she moaned in pleasure. I thought my teeth would crack under the pressure of my clenched jaw. And it didn't help that Nick sat right next to me to remind me how hot she was every time she turned around!

The second, Trigonometry, was even worse. Mainly because I had it with Angela. And my first thought as she passed me to take her seat was, 'Oh God. ' Her scent was just as I'd imagined. I could smell the blood right through her thin skin, or at least that's what I thought. I saw she always wore long sleeved shirts, and in Louisiana, even during the summer, was odd. They were thin and skin tight, and how I wanted to rip it right off of her. DAMMIT! I bit my tongue as the thought crept into my mind.

I looked over to her, and for some reason she was smiling. I didn't care why, but I really had to look away. I thought of how I'd pull her close and kiss her for eternity if I had the chance. I also thought of how I'd like to tie her to my bed and... DAMMIT!!!

I barely made it through second period. Third was gym. And when you're surrounded by men, that sex drive turns into a violent streak. As I changed in the locker room, I wanted to kill someone for their scent! Every little detail about how someone looked at me, moved, what they'd said, even if it had nothing to do with me, irked me into insanity. But at least, it was better than being around Angela.

Fourth period was Home Economics... You can imagine the stress. Thankfully, the second half of this class that started third term, was World Economics. Surprisingly though, I was able to control my sex drive with one simple solution, I loved cooking. The smell of bread baking, a stew simmering, hell, hamburger helper was my sex here! And where as it didn't fully stop my drive, it did hinder it to a crawl! For that, I was thankful.

Fifth and Sixth period were by far the easiest though. Biology, which was a breeze for me, and Library Assistant. Because of how many times Nick and I spent recess in the library, playing on the computers or enjoying a card game, we both got selected to share sixth period, putting up books, and helping out Mrs. Elsie, the kindest woman on earth! A lot of the kids in the school didn't really like to read, which was perfect for Nick and I. We spent that first day though, going through a giant stack of books, placing stickers on the spine for placement. We enjoyed the easy work, and I enjoyed the company of my best friend. Because at the end of that day, I really needed it.

Seventh period, was my strange class. Because Angela, and I shared a meager class on Literature and the changes in our generations literary preferences. Mr. Evangilista, was our teacher. He was a good man, with a fantastic head on his shoulders. He was able to see exactly what the artist we'd been presented with, wanted us to see. He was sharp, and witty. Plus he had a small part in a B-movie called blood gnomes. And if you rent it, and watch the credits, look for Evangilista! He plays some nerd and gets only one horrible line in the entire movie. But to me, it was really cool.

What wasn't cool, was how Angela, capitalized on my pain, and sat right in front of me. With the fans blowing on us constantly in the bright room, my pain easily tripled, and my soul, was crippled. This was hell, and thankfully, the teacher ended the class early that day since we really weren't going to be doing anything that day.

But right before he let us go, Angela slipped me a note. I didn't read it right away, mainly because I feared what it might have said. Knowing her cousin, it was probably something that'd just put me in a bad mood.

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That night, I did my laundry... miserably. Tired and ache ridden from struggling against myself all day, I just threw everything in the washer without separating them, and made sure I wasn't throwing anything important away. That's when I remembered the note. And after digging in my Khakis deep pockets, I finally found it.

I poured the detergent on my clothes, closed the top, twisted the knob to heavy, and pushed the on button. The machine shook because of the uneven load, but I didn't car. I just sat down in front of it, kicked my feet out in front of me, and enjoyed the free back massage.

The folded up note that had lined my pocket since I got home, was in my hands and I couldn't open it. Last time I opened a note it almost got me killed. And now... I had another.

Deciding against the safety of ignorance, I opened it, read it, then slammed the back of my head against the washer machine. The note fell from my hand as I pulled my knees in close to me. My hormones were out of control, my mind felt bent and contorted. Every synapse in my brain was firing off commands to go get her and every muscle in my body felt bored through and chained to the floor.

As I closed my eyes, I went over the note one last time. This is what it said:

You should really keep your thoughts to yourself when you sit behind a mind reader, wolf man. No matter how Delicious they are! :)

P.S. If you want me, Come get me!

Angela Fairmont

The seductive tone of her words... killed.