It only took her one week to turn my room from just a place to sleep, into the unique cavalcade of stuff that it is today. Band posters hung on the wall to the point of hostile take over. System of a Down, Disturbed, even (oddly enough) The Ramones hung on the wall that bore the door to our bedroom. Hell, even the door had a few posters on it. The poster for Batman Begins, (She had a thing for Christian Bale, ever since American Psycho), Tools last three cd posters, and a few clippings of artwork from Linkin' Park. As I've said before, hostile take over.

My drawers were no longer, anything goes. Every drawer had it's own contents... which confused me because her room back at her mothers was such a mess that the bed was the only place we could... you know, without me having a pen cap or something lodge in my back.

Her clothes went in the top three, mine in the bottom two. Her clothes rarely prissy. Black jeans, shorts, shirts, with little phrases, symbols, or even pink characters that evoked the goth world, were all taking over my closet. All I had in there anyway was about five pairs of blue jeans, and a couple of random shirts to wear with them. My shorts now lay alone in drawer five of my dresser.

It wasn't even the second night we stayed together, that she took over my bed. It used to be that I had white sheets, two white pillows, and one brown blanket with fallen leaves painted on the top. Sure it was a little weird, but it was the most comfortable blanket in the house! But too her... it was an atrocity. Goodbye sheets, pillows without pillow cases, and comfortable blanket!

Now we had a black and red patterned bed. Everything was either black with red stripes or vice versa. She'd even got me to go out and buy a canopy for the bed, because of the bed posts that were built into the roof and flooring. A great design I might add. It made no noise when I rolled over, or other things... And it was definitely perfect for a newly freed couple such as ourselves.

But then there came the real problem. The bathroom...

I couldn't find my shaving razor Monday morning. We both had school, and she knew that, but it didn't stop her things from taking over my things and apparently, making my things walk the plank onto the floor! But no matter how bad the take over was... I was just glad she was closer to me, and even more so that we could finally sleep in the same bed rather than cut and move every night we were together. I was definitely getting tired of having her body on top of mine, only to have to separate for the rest of the night to avoid suspicion.

But accomadations aside, I had started to notice her changes were finally starting to gain momentum. For instance, her apatite was slow on Monday, but by Friday morning, she was on par with the way I ate. We both scarfed down a handful of Jimmy Dean sausages, four or five eggs, two glasses of orange juice, a glass of milk, two more eggs scrambled, a few biscuits, and before we knew it, Emily and Nick would be knocking on the door flustered. Both angry, asking why we took so long to get ready every morning.

Her scent was everywhere now. Thick and succulent, tempting even when she wasn't around and she knew it. She'd even taken advantage of the fact a couple of times. When I told her about it, she decided it was a good idea to wash all of my (Clean) school shirts, and wear the only one she spared, to bed the night before. It was like smelling bacon, but not being able to see it. It was infuriating.

Also, whether you could call it a good thing or a bad thing, her sense of taste was slowly being altered. Just like me, she started wanting things like Bacon, soft and rare. That tinge of blood that sank into every bite, was exactly what she wanted, and I'll tell you this much... Sex couldn't have been better. I know I keep coming back too it, but things have gone from strange to out of control during that week. We didn't go more than a few hours without it. Even during school, she'd come get me out of class, using some lie like the principal wanted me, or my dad was here to drop off my lunch. After that, we'd either race too the band room on the third floor, where we knew after fourth period, that there was no one there. Or we'd sneak into the elementary portion of the school and have sex in their bathroom during nap time. Either way, it was definitely amazing every time.

But with our affection for each other, there were bound to be people who noticed. The first being Mr. Evangilista. He'd confronted us as the last bell of the day sounded by asking us to stay behind until the class was gone.

We'd gotten a talking too about STD's, teen pregnancy, and all those other things that didn't apply to the two of us. First off, we were practically immune to all viruses except the common cold. Which I thought was funny. We could turn a cancer into a superhero but still can't defeat the common cold.

Secondly, Angela getting pregnant wasn't going to happen. When our bodies decided we were ready for a child, that's when our bodies would start trying. And even then, there was only a one in a million chance we were ever going to have a kid. Besides, we'd already agreed, on the first night we stayed together at my dad's, that if we couldn't, then we'd just adopt. As teens though, the subject didn't really hit home at all.

But after the teacher knew about us, the other teachers smartened up and stopped letting us pull each other out of class. This was Friday that we'd figured this out. And it was definitely a bummer. But then again, we could always wait until we got home. Thing was, that we weren't just being watched. We were being lectured constantly about things that didn't even matter to us.

Which led to the final change. Her instincts were becoming just as bad as my own. I knew she wanted to stalk people just as bad as I did. And she hadn't even gone through her first change yet. And I feared how much the pain would change her. But for now... we were too addicted to each other to care any more about anything.

"See you tomorrow at four-thirty!" Nick yelled, after dropping Angela and I off at the house. Emily waved as the beat up truck backed out of the driveway. They honked as they sped off to wherever and left Angela and I to ourselves.

Claire had left Wednesday, and I really wished she would have stayed a little longer. She was like a mother too me and I always felt like I'd never spent enough time with her when she was around. It always felt like I'd been taking advantage of her time, and I always payed the same price when she left.

My dad, wasn't even home when I entered the unlocked house. "He must've just left." I said entering the empty house. I couldn't smell him, just the feint scent he left behind. I dropped my loaded book bag too the floor, by the coat rack, and Angela did the same.

Her arms came from behind me as she closed the door with her foot. One hand went up and rubbed against the shirt on my chest, the other went south. My heart leapt forward into my chest as she sighed on the back of my neck, and took a soft bite. I shuddered.

"Do you wanna go upstairs?" She whispered, taking another soft bite off the back of my neck.

I nodded, eyes closed, breath held. And she pushed me forward. "Then come get me!" She yelled, speeding past me and up the stairs.

I grabbed at her legs as she passed, missing them by a hair. Scrambling, I followed the sounds of her footsteps up the stairs and right into the doorway... Where she was collapsed onto her knees, breathing hard.

"What's wrong?" I asked, kneeling down behind her. Peering around her, I turned her face toward mine. Her eyes were becoming bloodshot, her face frozen with fear, and she held her clenching stomach.

"Something isn't right!" She whispered between her gasping.

I knew what this was, and I'd hoped it wouldn't happen so soon, but it did, rather, was. She fell forward, catching herself with her left arm. And I knew I had to act fast.

I grabbed her up, and she curled up in my arms. It took me only a few seconds to rush her outside, and only a few more til we were inside the safety of the woods. The knowledge that we couldn't be seen from there was only a minor comfort as I lay her on the small patches of grass, hoping that she wouldn't start screaming.

Pulling off her shirt, was really difficult for me to do. I knew I needed to get her out of her clothes before the change finally started, but between the mixed messages I was sending my body, and the fact that she was fighting to keep the pain down.

When I finally got her shirt off, I decided it was best for both of us to just get rid of the pants and underwear. Seeing as how her bra was held together by two small metal hooks and the strength of it's elastic band, I figured it would just pop off during the change. As long as it wasn't going to suffocate her like Derrick let my shirt do me the first time I changed.

As I unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper, I came to the unsurprising realization that she wasn't wearing panties. I totally forgot what a rush we'd been in that morning! Though, luckily her pants were easy to yank off, especially seeing as how she'd kicked off her shoes before this whole fiasco started.

Instinct made me work on getting off her socks. And what could I say, that smell of her... was like gasoline to a fire.

But before I could get the other one off, I tore myself away. I could barely take it, that smell. And so, realizing my time was up as she started screaming, I left her there. I could tell she wanted me there for moral support, but it'd be over before she knew it, plus, I had to change.

In fear, I started my change right after I got my shirt off and my pants unbuttoned. That's when a small detail arose, and it startled me at first.

I was normally changed. Questions formed on how, but I instantly threw them aside, telling myself that it was probably because I wasn't in danger. And before I knew it, I was kicking off my school pants as a three foot tall, jet black wolf.

The area where I'd left Angela was empty when I got back. It had only been a few seconds that I'd left her there, and she was already gone! My first change took a couple of minutes, and here she was probably faster than I was. Figures!

It didn't take me long to track her down. I knew instantly that she was horrible at hiding her scent, but when I finally caught up with her, I was frozen in awe.

A herd of deer had gathered at the mouth of the lake, taking drink after drink of the water. And instant favorite of every werewolf I'd ever met, deer was a godsend. But that wasn't what held my attention.

Across from the deer, about thirty yards out, she stood. And she was beautiful...