I apologise for the delay, but sometimes there are days I'm not in a mood to write, but I eventually got it done. I originally planned to put this chapter on for Halloween but clearly that did not happen. Oh well. I'm glad this story is being so positively received! Was not expecting that! I'm happy you guys are liking it! Enjoy the third chapter!

"The secret side of me, I never let you see

I keep it caged but I can't control it

So stay away from me, the beast is ugly

I feel the rage and I just can't hold it."

- Skillet; Monster

Chapter 3: Monster

Next Day…

Post Mid-day…

16:00…

16th September 2010…

(Scene: Lecture Hall, Archaeology Department, University College London, London/Lara's POV)

Today's class on Introduction to Archaeology was coming to a close. I finished taking down a few notes. I can get more information in the library some other time. I had a look at my watch 16:00 was on the clock face. Only eight more hours till midnight, I don't necessarily have to transform at midnight; that's a common misconception. The Full Moon rises earlier nearing to Fall, the supernatural energy given off triggers my transformation. Then time for the beast inside me to come out. This gives me plenty of time to make up a white lie and I hate lying to Sam. Sure, she'll hate me, God forbid if she finds out, that I've been lying to her for so long. I don't want to hurt her, I don't want to hurt anyone around me. Anyone who gets close to me, either end up running away scared or killed, or if luck is really on their side, get injured; severely or critically, but live to tell the tale, if anyone believes them. No, the curse doesn't get passed on, it only affects my family bloodline.

The thing is, the difference between my two wolf forms are: in the first form, I have my sense of humanity, my conscience. I can think, the only way I can communicate is through body language or wolf-like sounds. The second, I'm feral, no sense of humanity, relying on animal instincts, I can't be reasoned with. Plus, I don't think, it's all hunt and kill. That's why I have to be far away from people. I would kill myself if I hurt Sam or anyone! I don't want anyone to meet the same fate as mother. Another thing to add, as soon as I wake up, I remember absolutely nothing! That's the worse thing about it, unless I see a dead, torn and mutilated remains of a body in front of me.

Another way for me to jar my memories in my second werewolf form is if I'm unlucky enough to see a news headline. Nine times out of ten, it does happen. I don't remember who I end up killing, the remains of the body is found by a random person, news gets involved. I see it, it's enough to send the blood curdling feelings of what I tasted in my wolf form, feel the actions I have done.

"And that concludes today's lecture!" Mr Connolly's voice boomed the lecture hall. It brought me out of my thoughts. "Also, don't forget the essay due next week. It's fifty percent of your grade and I'll talk more about the two hour exam tomorrow!" Once he was finished, everyone got up and began to leave. I packed all my things away into my backpack. My essay is nearly done, just have to add a few extra things, check the references and do an in depth spellcheck before I throw myself on the bed and cry over a simple misspelled word.

Once I had everything, I left the lecture hall, only to have my stomach growling. Oh my god! My appetite is at its worst! You'd be surprised how much energy is needed and burned just during the shift alone, not to mention the unbearable pain I have to endure! Thankfully I have no more classes, Sam isn't finished in another hour and there's Chinese left over from last night. Yes, Sam and I had another take-out. My parents, even Winston would be horrified at my eating habits. Take-out was very rare at home, everything was cooked. I guess I'll be raiding the fridge this time, sorry Sam. I began to make my way back to John Adams Hall.

Five Minutes Later…

16:05…

(Scene: John Adams Hall, University College London, Endsleigh Street, London/Lara's POV)

I threw my backpack next to my desk as soon as I got into the flat. I made my way to the fridge, taking the Chinese food out. I placed the leftovers onto a plate, popping it into the microwave for three mintues. I'll be finished that in about five? Six minutes perhaps. I'll be able to get some work done. I looked over to the gear bag containing spare clothes which I'll have to hide in Hyde Park. Yes, the transformation isn't exactly kind to my clothes. I heard the 'ding' from the microwave, signalling the food is finished heating. I took it out, putting it on the table, grabbing a knife and fork.

As soon as I began to eat, I heard footsteps through the door, coming down the hallway. The sound of those footsteps are familiar. Wait! Is that Sam!? Why is she back so soon from class!? I thought she wasn't finished till another hour! The door opened, Sam entered, seeing me. She gave me a big, goofy grin.

"Hey Lara! How was your lecture?",

"It was grand. Reminded us of the essay due and I have a written exam in December.",

"And if I remember correctly, you're now four thousand words over the limit." Sam deadpanned. All I could give was a sheepish smile.

"Make that four and a half thousand now.",

Sam sighed, "Lara, you're going to burn your brain and fuel cells out before the Semester ends! You know what? You need a night out." I was afraid she was going to say that. Time to bring the white lie in.

"Unfortunately Sam, I got a call from my boss at The Nine Bells, saying they're understaffed tonight. I'll be working fairly late." Sam couldn't argue with that and just sighed in defeat. "Why are you back so early?",

"Lecture got cancelled. Anyways, I understand. My classmates asked me to go out with them. They were really excited to meet you." I instantly felt bad now.

"I'm sorry Sam, maybe next time. What time are you leaving?",

"I'll be leaving around eight tonight. You'll be OK?" I just laughed,

"You make it sound like our place is going to get robbed. I'll be fine. All I'll be doing is my essay, studying and work.",

"Alright sweetie. Just don't burn yourself out."

Three Hours and Fifty-five Minutes Later…

20:00…

(Scene: John Adams Hall, University College London, Endsleigh Street, London/Lara's POV)

Sam left after one of her classmates knocked on the door. She said goodbye and left, told me she won't be back for several hours. That's fine by me, I can feel the twisting pain in my gut, the first sign that my transformation is starting. I called a taxi and should be here now. I changed out of my jeans and shirt into more loosely fit clothing, ones that I don't really care about if they become shreds. I can buy another set in Pennys. I looked outside the window, the Full Moon was shining brightly, beautiful as it is, it's a cursing symbolism of what I am. Outside, I saw the taxi I called for. Turning on my heels, I grabbed my gear bag containing spare clothes and left the flat, locking the door. Sam thinks I'm working, I'll let her believe that.

I stepped out of the building and into the taxi. All he did was stare.

"Hyde Park please." I said to him. He nodded, putting his hand on the clutch, next the accelerator and drove off.

Ten Minutes Later…

20:10…

(Scene: Hyde Park, London/Lara's POV)

The driver pulled over at the entrance outside the park.

"That's £25 please miss." I reached into my pocket, pulling out a twenty and a five pound note. He thanked me as I got out of the car and then shortly, he drove off. Time to get this over with, it's time for the monster inside me to play. I strolled deep into the park, finding some trees to hide behind and a decent place to hide my gear bag without the fear of it being stolen while I'm in my wolf form. I walked over to the thick layer of trees and started to dig a deep enough hole for my bag. When I was satisfied, I put my bag in the hand dug hole and taking off my shoes, socks and jade necklace. I covered the hole with a thick pile of leaves and mounds of dirt, trying to ignore the pain in my stomach. It's time!

I took a deep breath, before a burst of pain and adrenaline hit me all at once. I fell onto my hands and knees, I grunted in the pain as I felt the pressure of my bones shifting, changing their shape and length. I looked to see a broken compact mirror, my teeth; the canines of my upper and lower jaw have increased in length, becoming very sharp. My usual brown eyes have turned into a dangerous, fierce glowing gold colour. I let out one more scream in agony, then everything went black.

Three Hours Later…

23:10…

(Scene: Mabels Tavern, London/Samantha's POV)

Alison passed me another drink. I'm having such a blast with my classmates! It's such a shame that Lara couldn't be here. God damn her work and her stupid prat of a boss! He's always hard on her, just because she's 'posh'. Lara would've loved my classmates, I really wanted her to meet them. I took a drink out of my beer. The others, Clark, Paula, Kristen and unfortunately Jake; yes the jerk who was trying to hit on Lara last night, AKA: The Jock, is here and he's doing a BFA too. Someone shoot me! They were all on the dance floor, but for some reason, I didn't feel like dancing tonight. Alison took a seat next to me.

"Hey Sam! What's got you so run down?",

"Nothing much. I'm a little upset Lara couldn't be here, you would've liked her. Well, you may have to pry a little, but once she's out of her shy shell, she's grand to be with!" I explained,

"Sounds like in such a short time…" I paused to take another drink, "Someone's got a crush on their roommate!" I spit my beer out, staring wide-eyed at Alison! What!? When!? How!? I was furiously blushing. Alison laughed at my reaction. "It's so obvious Sammy! The way you looked at her when I was picking you up! It's like you didn't want to leave her! You were looking a like a kicked puppy!",

"Alison!" I yelled,

"What!?" She exclaimed, "That nerdy British stud in front of you is ripe for the picking!",

"I don't even know if she's gay or bisexual! Jesus Alison, she's probably straight, even asexual!" I countered,

"You won't know till you take the plunge." Ali teased. I'm going to kill her. Slowly and painfully. "Sam! She's drop dead gorgeous and fit! I saw her Archery and Rock Climbing gear lying around! If I had X-ray Vision, she probably has a six pack! Her sexy accent makes me want to date her!" I picked up several chips in my hand and stuffed them into her mouth while she talked and that instantly shut her up before she choked. I am not sorry about that. Alison managed to swallow the last chip. "I hate you Nishimura." I just grinned. That was when the other classmates came back. Jake was first to approach.

"Hey guys, what do you think of taking a late stroll around Hyde Park?",

"That's a fair walk Jake." I said,

"Who says we have to walk? We can grab a taxi." Kristen added. I sighed, she made a good point. That was when Clark butted in.

"Taxis are expensive. I can drive anyways. My car can fit us all." Clark: one; Kristen: zero. Hyde Park here we come. We all left the pub, we surprisingly managed to remain sober. Clark's car is a seven-seater, so good enough. We jumped in and Clark drive out of the parking lot.

Twelve Minutes Later…

23:22…

16th September 2010…

(Scene: Hyde Park, London/Samantha's POV)

Alright, I like, no love walking through the park by day! Night just freaks the hell out of me! I mean, horror movies could be telling the truth about different night time scenarios and this doesn't sit well with me. Why do I get the feeling we are being watched? Jake was walking ahead at a fast pace, trying to be a man and all, attempting not to look scared. I wish I had my camera, but my baby is at home, safe at least. I called out to Jake, he's clearly walking too fast.

"Jake slow down!" He was already gone, it's too dark to see. The Night Vision Mode on my camera would be handy right now. This reminds me so much of indie horror games, like I don't know… Slenderman and Outlast! Of course, I like watching the YouTuber Markiplier! Don't argue! Alison gripped my arm, quite tightly.

"I don't know about you Sam, but this is such a bad idea!",

"I agree Ali and I don't know where Jake is gone!" We both shrieked when we heard something howl. Thankfully, Clark, Paula and Kristen were still with us.

"OK." Said Paula, "Is it possible to hear a wolf's howl this far from the zoo?",

"A howl from a wolf can be heard ten miles away Paula. That approximately sixteen kilometres and London Zoo, from here is 4.2km." Clark told her.

"I don't care what you say Clark, but I'm scared! And that howl sounded too close for comfort!" Alison said in a shaky voice. I can actually feel her body shaking. I agree with her, the howl surely did not sound like it was sixteen kilometres away. All of a sudden, we heard a scream, it belonged to Jake. It sounded like it was coming from all angles. We were all quaking in fear. The scream was of pain and agony. Kristen stepped back.

"I'm done! Fuck Jake! He's an asshole anyway! If he's doing this on purpose, he can walk back to campus!" Kristen spat, turning sharp on her heel. To be fair, Jake, for a sportsman, is a bit of an actor and an asshole, guess we'll let karma hit him. And quickly, we all legged it to Clark's car. None of us couldn't get in quick enough. He hit the gas and we left, I felt bad for abandoning Jake like some terrible, cliché horror movie, like George A. Romeo's The Living Dead Trilogy: Night, Return and Dawn of the Living Dead. But he deserves it for being an asshole.

Next Day…

Early Dawn…

6:00…

17th September 2010…

(Scene: Hyde Park, London/Lara's POV)

I slowly opened my eyes, clutching my head from a headache and groaning at the same time. It annoys me as hell I can't remember anything but waking up like this, in torn clothes, nearly naked. For now, no one is up and about at six in the morning and thank god! Where I am now, is literally where I buried my gear bag! What luck! I tend to end further away from it. It was so much easier when I was with Roth, he'd drop me off deep in the woods, then promise to find me in the morning. Or, if the shift happens all of a sudden, leaving us little time to get to the woods, I run to the cell underneath his basement. I don't like it, neither does he, but it was my last resort. I dug into the ground to get my gear bag, shoes and my necklace. I unzipped the bag, then really ripping off what's left of my clothes, putting on fresh lingerie, baggy tracksuit and running shirt. I put on my shoes, walking out of the park, getting spare cash out and by chance, was a taxi.

I waved to get the driver's attention. He pulled over, I opened the backseat door, stepping in.

"John Adams Hall please." I told him. All he did was grunt and drove off.

(Scene: John Adams Hall, University College London, Endsleigh Street, London/Samantha's POV)

It was close enough to one in the morning by the time myself and my classmates rushed back to the campus. We all literally got scared, something strange was going on in Hyde Park, neither of us were sticking around to find out what it was after hearing Jake scream. My gut told me it was genuine, but another part told me it was all an act and that act got Jake a one-way ticket to walk back to campus. That's a forty-one minute walk, if not, he'd be lucky to make it less if he power walks or jog lightly. He is the jock of the class.

Other than that, I'm more furious at Lara! It's six o'clock now and she's still not back from work! What is her boss making her do!? I swear I should go up to him, give him a right verbal attack for laboriously, over-working my best friend! Does he realise he's neglecting her worker's rights? I'm going to give Lara another hour, otherwise, I'm ringing her! You are in for one hell of an interrogation Miss Lara Croft! Your situation will be worse than me finding out about your luxurious, comfortable rich life!

Ten Minutes Later…

6:10…

(Scene: John Adams Hall, University College London, Endsleigh Street, London/Lara's POV)

I inserted my key into the lock, turning it. I entered, only to be greeted by an angry, no furious Samantha Nishimura. I gulped, I never witnessed Sam getting this angry, but oh god! I'm so getting an earful today! Alright, time to play the game, I had ten minutes to make up a believable excuse, let's hope it works and make it sound very convincing. I dropped my gear bag, waiting agonisingly for Sam to explode. Wait for it.

"LARA CROFT! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?" I put my hands up to my ears. OK, I expected her to be loud, but not loud enough that it would agitate my sensitive ears.

"Well, you see, it turned out they were really short staffed, so I offered to work a little longer. My boss promised to pay me for overtime by the end of the week." I said, giving her a nervous smile. Sam just shook her head.

"Sometimes, you're too kind for your own good. Breakfast?",

"Love it!" Sam took out some eggs, sausages and bacon. Looks like a mini fry today.

"Do you like eggs fried or scrambled?" She asked me,

"Whichever is easier." I replied, kicking off my shoes and I threw myself on the couch. I turned on the TV, just in time to catch the early morning news. Then, my stomach instantly did flips when I saw the headline:

"Unidentified Man Found Dead In Hyde Park." Oh my god! Did I actually kill someone!? I tried not to show my panic in front of Sam, who's just finished cooking the food. She placed the fry in front of me, but I suddenly don't feel hungry anymore, though Sam will find that suspicious. Sam lifted her head to see the headline herself. An update came in. The news reporter spoke.

"Forensics and Police have now, just identified the body found as Jake Thompson, First Year college student of University College London. His remains were found by a passing jogger, who noticed an arm torn off, then located the body and instantly contacted the authorities. Police are coming to the conclusion that an animal could have likely carried out such an attack and are in progress of questioning the staff of London Zoo. For now, the area in Hyde Park is closed off. Back to you Gordon."

I killed him. I killed one of the students. Oh my god! I killed him! I couldn't bring myself to touch my food, Sam was just speechless!

"The last time I saw him, we were in the pub and he suggested we go to Hyde Park!" She whispered. My god Sam! Consider yourself and your friends lucky! You would not have survived had you run into me in my second werewolf form! I am a monster, a bloodthirsty monster and should be killed! I need to call Roth! "What a horrible way to die! Myself and a few others thought he was acting, we just left him!" But you were right to do so. None of you wouldn't stand a chance against me, you can't fight me, you can't outrun me!

In my head, I can feel the claws scratching deep into his skin, biting him in the jugular vein. I felt his weak punch against the side of my snout, he tried to defend himself but it was useless. I killed him, painfully and devoured him, leaving nothing more than a few limbs, a half devoured corpse and a couple of bones. I can hear the sounds of the incident! It sounds so crisp and clear, like someone set it to High Quality and High Definition! It was a mistake coming here! I still have two or three hours before classes begin, so I have plenty of time to call Roth. Firstly though, I tried to eat my breakfast, but only managed a small amount of the egg, two sausages and a slice of bacon.

"Are you not feeling hungry?" Sam asked me, sounding worried. "Are you sick? Do you want me to call a doctor?" I shook my head,

"No. No, I- I'm fine Sam. Honestly. I'll have the rest later. Anyways, I'm going to give Roth a ring, let him know how I'm doing." I partially lied. Sam looked at me weirdly.

"Who's Roth? You're boyfriend?",

"What! No! Sam where did you get that idea!? Roth is my legal Guardian!" I answered in a panicked haste,

"Oh… I… oh. Sorry. I would like to meet him." I smiled a little,

"Maybe during the weekend or whenever we have a day off. He'll like you." I grabbed my cell phone, walking out of the building, to some place quieter.

Five Minutes Later…

6:15…

(Scene: Euston Grove, London/Lara's POV)

I decided to walk far as Euston Grove, the streets are nice and quiet, though I'm guessing students are either rushing to get ready for unfortunate early morning classes or having a bad hangover from last night. I still haven't recovered from the shock of what I did in my werewolf form. I thought I could go one night without… devouring a human being and let it be some unlucky animal. I never killed anyone since mother. That was ten years ago. Ten years of an unbroken streak and… god above! I suddenly heaved into the bush, leaning forward, placing my hand on my knees, bringing up bile, water and some of my breakfast. I threw up until I was dry heaving and coughing. Once I was able to catch my breath, I wiped my mouth, speed dialling Roth. I waited.

"Hello?" He sounds groggy, of course! I forgot he hates being woken up this early but I'm an exception.

"Roth!" Sounding a bit too panicked,

"Lara! What's wrong? Did something happen?" He was worried. I broke down crying.

"Oh god Roth! You were right! I wasn't ready for this!",

"Calm down girl, what are you talking about?" Breathe, gather your thoughts, "Now, tell me what is going on with you." Be more specific!

"I turned last night and I killed someone Roth! Like how I killed mother!",

"I'm coming over!" He said, I could hear him removing his bed quilt,

"Roth no! My roommate will get suspicious. Maybe… I'll have to withdraw.",

"And make things look more suspicious than they already are! Lara, I was actually doing some digging into that god damn curse that is making your life miserable. I went through old Dicky's research notes at the manor. His notes mentioned something about Wolfsbane." I cocked my head in confusion.

"Isn't Wolfsbane a poisonous plant?",

"Um yes, but there was a way to remove the plant's toxins that would, yes, kill you and humans alike. It is also said to prevent the shape shifting. Unfortunately your father was unable to figure out or find the recipe used to do so.",

"Father was actually onto something, my god!",

"Dicky may have been unable to find a cure for this curse, but he discovered a way to suppress it! Lara, this may help you to live a normal life!" There was actually hope in Roth's voice. I was feeling it too, if I figure out how make Wolfsbane into something non-lethal, I won't have to worry about turning during the Full Moon! I now felt, I have a sense of purpose, a goal. I must finish what my father started.

"I have to go now. Sorry Roth.",

"Alright. Lara, don't worry, you'll fight this. You are a Croft." He was about to hang up until I spoke again.

"Roth.",

"Yes Lara?",

"Thank you. You have given me some form of hope.",

"Good luck lass." I pressed the 'End Call' button on my phone. Oh father, all those years you locked yourself up in your library, you were on a lead to something. A werewolf suppressant is a good solid start, then a cure will be next. I looked at my watch: 8:30. I was nearly two hours talking to Roth! Sod it! I have an Anthropology class now! Without thinking, I burst off running into a full on sprint. This is one of the few useful werewolf attributes, but thanks to Roth's training, he taught me not to rely on them too much. Yes, I know! It's a Saturday! But myself and a few others asked if we could have a couple of extra classes and the lecturer agreed.

Two Hours Later…

10:30…

(Scene: Car Park, University College London, London/Samantha's POV)

I was sitting on the bumper of Clark's car, next to Lara having an early lunch. The others went off somewhere, but Alison is here with us. Anyways, out through the window, I saw Lara running at a not-so normal human pace. I shrugged it off as super high stamina, from her crazy active lifestyle and obviously face palming as she burst into the flat, grabbing her backpack and ran off again! It was 8:30! The Institute of Archaeology is literally five minutes away from us! But nerdy Lara hates being late for class and her definition of 'late' is not reaching the lecture hall with a solid fifteen minutes or more to spare! God damn it! She forgot her lunch! Seriously though! Herself and some of her other colleagues asked for weekend classes! Are they insane!? If it was me, I'd be sleeping in bed like a goddamn sloth on a tree. Hm, nerds.

Although, it was complete fluke that our lecturer reminded us of our weekend Camera Workshop. It just so happened our break coincided, so I was able to give Lara her leftover breakfast. What a laugh-out-loud moment. I was eyeing skeptically at Alison, she and Lara were talking way too casually. I swear to god! On my soul if Ali mentions anything, I'll rip her to pieces! As cruel as it sounds, no one in the class really misses Jake, sure we were sad he died in such a horrible tragic manner, yet at the same time we were glad. No one liked him, we were waiting for him to drop out or transfer.

"So, Sam keeps rambling on about me?" Lara questioned,

"Like yeah! Keeps going on about how smart you are and stuff! It was always: 'Lara this!', 'Lara that!'" My best friend blushed a little bit.

"Um… I guess. Information sticks more easily because of my photographic memory.",

"Girl! You are going to destroy First Year! You'll get a scholarship for your Second in no time!" Is Alison flirting with her!? Ali! You are threading on dangerous waters now! Lara stabbed a sausage with her fork and began to chew on it. "So Lara, are you gay?" All my hairs literally stood on end, oh my god! Gods above! I will commit seppuku! Basically stabbing yourself in the abdomen with a samurai. Lara on the other hand was too busy choking on her food. Alison was giving her hard pats between the shoulder blades. When my friend was able to clear her blocked oesophagus, she straightened up.

"Well… that came out of nowhere but um… I'm not very open about my sexuality. I have tried dating guys before but nothing seemed to click, so I guess you can say I am gay. Are you…" Lara trailed off, feeling a little awkward.

"What no! Unfortunately Lara, you aren't my type and you deserve better. I'm sure you'll find your 'lucky' girl." She winks. The way she said 'lucky', even just emphasising it, makes me want to crawl under a rock! OK, it gives me some relief I may have a chance with Lara, but what does she see in me? A ditsy Japanese-Portuguese girl, who has an unhealthy obsession with cameras! Note to myself to kill and thank Alison when we get back to the workshop. Alison stood up.

"I'm just going to the bathroom for a moment. Be back in five!" She gives Lara a friendly smile, then winks at me. Like hell I know what that means!

"What was that all about?" Lara asked me,

"How am I supposed to know? Here, let me take your garbage…",

"Rubbish." She corrects,

"I'm American OK! We say things differently!" I argued,

"And examiners don't like American terminology in exams." My roommate deadpanned. All I could do was sigh, taking her 'rubbish'. I walked to the bin, dumping the contents, only to hear tyres screeching. I turn to see an out of control car, sharply turning a corner. The momentum caused the car to swing, it's side facing me. Oh god! I'm going to die! I was too frozen with shock to move, all I could do was bend, covering my head and looking away. I waited for the impact, it never came. Just a solid 'thud'. I slowly looked up, there was Lara, a protective hand and most of her body shielding me, while her free hand was firmly placed on the side door of the car. She removed her hand, leaving a very distinct… is that a dent!? What! How is that possible!? Lara was clearly angered as she leaped over the hood or bonnet, opening the door and pulled the driver out. She had him pinned against the car. I've never seen her this angry! And it's scary!

"Bastard! Do you realise you almost killed my friend over there!" She snarled. It sounded almost… animalistic!

"Miss!" He stuttered, "I'm sorry! I lost control and…",

"Not good enough! Now get out of here! Don't ever let me catch you driving unsafely again!" Lara let the now shaken driver go, he stumbled into his car and drove off. What my mind couldn't comprehend was how she was able to stop the car in its tracks! No human can do that! Unless… the only question I could ask myself is: Who and what are you? Are you actually human? Lara helped me up.

"Come on, let's get you checked out by a doctor just in case." I managed to stand on my feet, they were shaky but solid. It felt… nice to be in Lara's grip, my other hand wrapped around her neck, reaching her bicep. God those muscles! Lara is going to be the death of me. Then Alison walked out.

"What happened!?" She was worried,

"Accident." Lara said bluntly, "Sam's not injured, just shook, but I rather get her checked out by the Campus Doctor.",

"I'll let the lecturer know where you are." She then left us.

My mind was somewhere else. Alright, it's official. I, Samantha Nishimura, have an undying crush on my roommate!

And that's it! Keep an eye out for Chapter Four as Lara delves deeper into her father's studies. She's no closer to a cure, but a werewolf suppressant is good enough for her! And yes, some of the scenes were a tad cheesy and I cringed myself while proofreading. Some of them were inspired by Twilight (unfortunately) and An American Werewolf in London. I can also add, I did promise not to kill off main characters, but that doesn't mean secondary characters woils be safe right?