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Even though I knew she was lying, I let it slide.
But only because my triple-chocolate-and-caramel sundea had arrived, as well as Charlette's Rasberry Delights. I was pretty sure all of that "juice" wasn't rasberry juice.
I thanked the waitress and smiled a dazzling smile. She left smiling also, but her face was flushed.
"That's interesting. They let humans work here," I murmured, poking at my sundea with the long spoon.
"Do you think the vampires..." she trailed off, but made her fingers arch and dipped them, so it looked like fangs.
"Maybe." I said, licking at my spoon like a kitten licking at milk.
I smiled gently over at Charlette, who was tasting her icecream with caution.
"Yumm. They added blood to it." She murmured around her spoon.

"Then we need to find a way to do so," I say, looking at her playing with her icecream.
She nodded, still thinking.
"Charlette, maybe we can ask Christopher is he has the anitdote(sp) to that stuff your mean-old grandmother gave you." I smirked as I remembered the twisted old woman.
"Maybe. But I think he likes me better as a vamp," Charlette grumbled.
"Then what about Claire? She doesn't like you at all, but would do whatever I asked her to," I say.
"Yeah, but she'd ask for something in return." Her face scrunched up cutely. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Probably something small. Like a kiss," I told her. She snorted.
"Right."
"I'll ask her Charlette."

I drove for a while, then just parked on the side of the road.
Charlette shot me a confused look, but I just answered by getting out and opening her door.
"Where are we?" She asked, looking around at the forest surrounding us, then up at the cliff face that loomed to our right.
"We're going to call that wolf of yours out. If she's still in there, then she'll come out after we're done here," I informed her, taking her hand in mine and leading her into the woods.
Once we were completely hidden by the woods, I stepped away from Charlette.
"Just remember, there's a change of clothes in the trunk of the car, ok? We'll need those before we change back."
"If I change," Charlette grumbled.
"Positive attidude please," I pleaded, then changed into a wolf.
I howled loudly and smirked wolfishly at Charlette, howls from other wolves, werewolf and pure wolf, echoing in the air.

I walk up and nudge her hand. I sat down and bobbed my head. She stood still.
Since she wasn't pacing anymore, I began paving myself.
"Hold still William. You're making me anxious." She grumbled, looking around fearfully. She made me sit down and hold still.
My eyes perked and I heard other werewolves coming.
What's the meaning of this call? A voice echoed in my mind.
The fur on my shoulders stood up.
I need help to call out the wolf of my love, I think back.
She smells of vampire.
Wait till you get here before you judge her. When you get closer and smell, you'll smell the wolf in her.
Very well.
I stood back up and faced the oncoming pack. I was surprised at the amount of wolves.
Nice to meet you, wolfling, all six wolves greeted.

I watched with narrowed eyes as the wolves walked toward Charlette. They sniffed cautiously at the air around her.
You're right, she does have a wolf inside her. But it's buried, deeply, the alpha said, tilting his head to look at me.
Can we do anything to-
I broke off the thought as all of the wolves flickered out, leaving the space infront of me pitch black.
"William. Why didn't you just come to me?" Claire's voice echoed around, like we were in a large room, instead of in the woods.
I shook my head and the illusion faded. I saw all of the wolves looking at me expectedly.
Sorry, I murmured in my head.
I'm not sure what we can do, Wolfling.
Then I have no choice but to ask her, I thought to myself, forgetting the wolves.

I jumped as Charlette's voice screamed in my head. I wimpered and went to Charlette's side. She looked down at me and crouched, reaching her hand out tentatively.
Calm down Char, I thought to her, as her palm touched my forehead. She flinched, but didn't back away.
"Enough. Get away from her Mutts," Christopher snarled, stepping into the clearing.
The six other werewolves growled at him.
One of your friends, Wolfling? The Alpha asked me.
Charlette's Beloved, I answered.
The pack bowed their heads, still snarling, and left.
Char? Can you go get my change of clothes from the trunk? I thought to her.
Still startled from being able to hear my thoughts, she nodded dazily and went to get the clothes.
When she was gone, I launched and pinned the surprised Christopher to the ground. He flinched when I went to him, my teeth just barely touching his throat. One move, and I could kill him.

I get off of Christopher and narrow my eyes at him. He sits up and straightens his clothes, running a hand over his neck.
"You really should consider anger managment classes William," he says, as though I wasn't ready to rip his throat out.
I snorted and took the clothes from Charlette.
I ran off, far enough so that no one could see me turn back into a human. I shivered once I did change back, and quickly shrugged on a shirt and the sweat pants.
"So, you really want Charlette to be a wolf again?" Claire asked like the stalker she was.
"How long have you been there?" I asked, blood rushing to my face. She smirked.
"Long enough."
Seriously, she's a creeper.
"Answer my question," she said after a moment of silence. She was sitting on a tree branch, legs crossed, holding a leather bag of some sort to her chest.
"Yeah, I want her to be a wolf again," I answer, ogling the bag.
"Then here." She threw the leather bag at me, which I caught carefully, hearing the clang of glass.
"How do I know you're not trying to kill her, and this is poison of some sort?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You don't."
Then, being Claire, she disappeared again.

I snorted.
"Well, it's either the antidote to what your twisted grammy stuck in your neck. Or poison."
She raised her eyebrows, her lips pulling themselves into a flat, grim line.
"Where did you get that," Christopher growled, glaring at the bag as though it just called him a whole list of bad names.
"Who do you think?" I sneered.
"Claire. I'm going to kill her." Christopher paced, clenching and unclenching his hands. I laughed.
"You're not going to kill you're sister. And besides, she's my Beloved, so I wouldn't let you."
I avoided Charlette's eyes as I watched Christopher's steps stutter to a stop. He turned to me, hand raised, pointer finger pointed at me threateningly.
"You will do no such thing to stop my actions, William." His voice was dropped low and dangerous.
"Well, if it means pissing you off Christopher, then I'm all for it," I smirked.