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"Well, I was just thinking about ditching school. And besides, they'd think that I beat you or something." I smirk at her.
"We should proably get some sleep," I yawn as I say this, walking out of the room. I pointedly dont look down the hallway, to a room that I have bolted shut.
It's where that happened.
I go back to my old room and flop onto the bed, closing my eyes. I drift into an almost restless sleep, nightmares crawling on the edges of my mind.
I walk across the green lawn, the flowers in the garden blooming and smiling up at anyone who passes. They wilt under my touch. I step back from them, and go into the house. Candles are everywhere, lighting up my path. The snuff out before I get too close. Now my path is only lighted by the crack of light coming from under a doorway. I climb the stairs and look down the long hallway, the door at the end of it cracked open.
"Mom?" I call.
It's her sewing room. Why would she be in there at this time? She should be with Dad.
I hear a thud come from behind the door. I open the door and see my family's upturned, lifeless faces facing me. I hear a choking noise, and is horrified to find out it came from myself.
Standing over their bodies is a smiling Charlette.
"William, won't you come over here?" She cooes, her hair, face, and clothes stained with blood, mom's thread and fabrics soaked in the rust-smelling gore. She steps toward me and I trip backwards, falling and falling.
Shouldn't there be a floor there?
Darkness stretches over everything but Charlette's ruthless smile.
"William! Wake up!" Charlette says, her face looming over me.
"What?" I didn't mean to snap.
"You were mumbling in your sleep, then you started to twitch and sweat. You were having a bad dream."
"Yeah, funny how that happens," I mumble, sitting up and holding my face in my hands, breathing deeply, trying to calm down.

I shudder at the smell of blood. Wait, I recognize that scent.
Without thinking, I run from the house and turn wolf, running at full speed.
I see a man face-down in the dirt, and Charlette, her delicate, fragile form broken and positioned at odd angles. I growl as I hear footsteps approaching. I bare my teeth at the stranger. She has long white hair, with silvery eyes.
"Calm down boy." She snarls, baring her human teeth. Although it was meant to be threatening, I hardly found it so, I was, at the moment a wolf, after all.
She knelt beside Charlette, and slipped something into Char's mouth, then without a word, snaps her arms back into place, and turns to me.
"Go to your other form and carry her back to your house. She needs to sleep, for those pills to kick up her healing ability."
Then she's gone as fast as she came.
I do as she says though, and bring the bloodied and broken Charlette back to the house. I pace back and forth infront of her bed, restless.

Terror bubbles up as I see how weak she is.
"Stop trying to move," I snap as she tries to sit up again. She shrinks down again, glowering.
"There was a girl, she came and helped you. I think she was a werewolf, but I wasn't sure, the scent of your blood-" I broke off, shuddering.
"-Anyway, she has snow white hair and mercury(sp)-silver eyes. She gave you a few pills, and snapped your arms back into place. She knows where I live, and knew that I was a werewolf, and told me to bring you back here, and let you sleep it off."
I smile bitterly and sadness seeps into my almost-always facade of calm.
"You shouldn't push yourself. You're so fragile compared to my world," I say, tracing a finger down the cut that fractured her beauty, but only slightly.

"You really think you'd be a match against me, or any creature of the night Charlette? I'm faster," I throw a thick vase at the opposite wall, and is there to catch it before it shatters against the wall.
"I'm stronger," I crush the vase between my fingers.
"We all are. Much faster and stronger then you, Char."
The next second I'm infront of her, framing her face with my hands.
"And yet, I'm weak enough to succumb to my desires," I murmur, planting a gentle kiss, hardly a brush of lips.
As I pull away, I know both of us want to go farther then just a brush of skin, but I back up so that it doesn't happen. She's too fragile.
"So Charlette, is that what you think? You think you can take him on? You think you can match speed and strength so beyond your human limits?" I say bitterly.
I suddenly feel anger at her foolish thoughts, and the thought of her getting hurt more then this ignites the anger even more, making my body tremble with almost-lost control. I take deep breaths and clench and unclench my hands, trying to calm myself.
"Change me then William. Make me your equal," she barks angrily. I deflat at the thought.
"No. It'd kill you, when you're in this state." I growl, turning down the thought. She doesn't give up as easily.

She may have control, but mine was worn so thin that it broke.
I leaned back down and kissed her again, my arms on each side of her head on the bed, sinking her into the bed, our combined weight making the bed squeal.
I came up for air, then kissed her again, sprinkling kisses down her jawbone and throat, then back to her lips.
"Sorry," I murmured hoarsly, both of us out of breath again.
I kiss her again, shortly, then leave the room. I stand out in the hallway, leaning against the wall, controlling my breathing.
"That's getting way too dangerous," I mutter, feeling the wolf inside my chest and mind emerging slightly. And yet, I wanted more of her.
I sighed and went downstairs, to the kitchen. I cook us both Mac n' Cheese, and bring the food upstairs.
"Your dinner, your majesty," I say sarcastically, with a mocking bow as I enter the room.
"Yum, my favorite," Charlette says sarcastically back.

I place her gently in the bed and lay down beside her, looking sideways at her.
"So, what now?" I ask, already bored.
"Geez, I know what you mean. It's so boring just lying here." I mumble, squirming. I roll over so I'm almost laying ontop of Charlette, using only my arms to keep me up.
"Tell me about yourself," I say, leaning in so close that our noses nearly touch. It works, she blushes, blood rushing to her cheeks, throat, and the tip of her ears.
I smile smugly at the flushed skin, happy that I have this effect over her.

I nod, not having to say anything.
"I think we just haven't noticed eachother because all the teachers always had us sit apart or something. Or maybe we've just never payed attention to eachother."
I smirk as I remember throwing her in the pool. The smirk fades as I remember that same day Charlette had tried to kill me, but couldn't do it, that's how we got stuck in this situation.
I suddenly decided on something.
"Can you stay here Charlette? I need to go get some edible food, other then Mac 'n Cheese."
I roll back over and climb off the bed.
I walk over to her side and kiss her longer then the other times, but gentle and more tentative, shy in a way, like this was our first, and our last.
Then I leave the room and start walking to town.