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I keep walking, but not going anywhere inparticulare(sp), just walking. I smirk and turn as I hear footsteps behind me. It's the girl, with the pure hair and metalic eyes. She looks no older then 16 or 17.
"What do you think you're doing?" She demands.
"What's it to you?" I snarl, baring my teeth as she had. I catch her flinch slightly at the hostile gesture.
"Why are you just leaving her there?" She asks.
"If you care so much, why don't you go there and take care of her yourself?" I snap, and continue walking.
Next time I hear footsteps, I know it's not her.
I turn, it's a man, holding a gun in his hand. I put my hands up and smirk menacingly.
"Just going to shot me, or going to let me talk to your leader?" I ask. The man cocks his head to the side, it's a very bird-like gesture. I repress a shudder.
"Come then, wolf," he spits. I follow him, and we go into a warehouse. The same as before.
"Well, well, if it isn't little William all grown up," a voice rings out. I glare at the man sitting on a throne-like chair. He's the one that killed my family.
"I came here to offer you a deal." I say.
"You are in no position to bargain your life, William." He says, amused, eyes glinting menacingly.
"I came here, and if you kill me, you leave Charlette alone, correct?" I ask, ignoring him.
"Sure, whatever it is." The man motions for someone to come forward.
"Wait. Vampires can't lie, swear on the Oath."
"Smart little wolf, aren't we?" He says something in another language, and a see a mark show up on his arm. The sign the vampire wearing it has sworn to the Oath.
I spread my arms, and gasp in pain as the man himself lunges forward, blade in hand, and plunges the blade into my stomach. I curl up, my forehead on his shoulder.
"Never come to the spiders nest, little fly," he murmurs, pulling the blade free. I fall on my side, and feel the wound already healing. I cough up blood.
"You do know that I heal, don't you?" I rasp.
"Who says I'm going to kill you now?" He laughs and someone picks me up. I black out from the pain, the last thing I feel are cuffs latching onto my wrists, holding me on my feet.
Last thing I heard though was:
"Invite our little assassin here. Make sure not to harm her on her way in. Just tell her we have her pet."

I keep myself still, pretending to still be knocked out cold. I hear Charlette's voice and almost stiffen protetively.
I nudge my hands out of the cuffs, so just my fingers are hanging on, blood dripping from my wrists. Probably a bad idea, being in a warehouse full of vampires and all. I twitch, and my whole body stiffens. It's night time, and the moon is at it's fullest.
Before anyone can grab me, I lunge at Charlette. I tackle her startled figure to the ground and I hear her hiss in pain. I grab the blade from her and stab her near the heart. I put my lips to hers and swallow her screams.
I drip my own blood into the bleeding wound. I hug her to my chest, and remove my lips from hers, holding her twitching, shivering, and convulsing body still.
"You're strong enough Charlette," I pant, ignoring the pain in my back. I feel warm, sticky liquid run from where the blade is lodged in my shoulder blade.
"Touching," the mystery man cooes, not aware of anything thats happening, that Charlette is actually changing.
"Calm down Charlette, and try and relax your muscles. Your bones will be shifting, everything in your body is changing, to make the transformation effortless."
I blink back the black dots dancing infront of my eyes.

I don't struggle against the hands keeping me restrained. Instead I let the pain and anger fuel the fire inside me. My breathing starts to come in heavy, labored gasps, but not from the pain.
Hearing those words come from Charlette had lit something else in me. The over-powering need to live through this.
I clench my hands into fists and turn the tips of my fingers into razorblade-sharp claws. I lash out and catch three vampires across the throats, and two across the chest. Werewolf wounds heal easily, no matter what inflicted by.
Vampires however, if harmed by a werewolf, their skin wilts, and if they get enough cuts, they die. To the throat, since they can't breath anymore, they die.
Someone grabs my wrists and pulls them painfully behind my back, almost snapping the bone.
"My name is Christopher, remember that mutt," the 'mystery' guy growls in my ear, his cold breath licking at my ear.
I cry out in pain as he sinks his teeth into my throat. It was just a quick bite, before he backed away. I stumbled, as though drunk, clutching my bleeding neck. Vampire saliva does something to open wounds and blood, making the blood flow from the wound more heavily and quickly, making it near to impossible for werewolves to heal.
I glance at where I left Charlette, and find her not there anymore.
I scream in pain as several vamps bite me, finding my weakness. Soon, I'm on my knees, in a puddle of my own blood, blood leaking from my throat, shoulders, and wrists.
The black dots appear again, and I struggle to stay upright.
"Charlette, I need you. I lo-" I break off as I slammed back into a wall, a hand closed around my throat.
The vampire is thrown off of me however, by a blur.

I try and move, against my body's will, and pain shoots throughout my torso.
"Help me get up," I pant, the blood still flowing from the open wounds, but not as heavily.
Charlette helps lift me up, her arms shaking with the effort.
"We need to get out of here. You can only change once, when it's your first change. And I'm in no condition to fight anyone or anything." I say breathlessly. This was taking more of a toll then I originally thought it would.
"Don't worry Charlette," I say, looking at her trembling limbs, and stumble along side her, even though she was still carrying most of my weight, "in a few days, your muscles will be stronger, and you'll be as strong and as fast as me." I smile weakly.
I lead us over to a bare wall, I keep myself up, and I kiss her gently. Not because she was fragile anymore, but because we're both in pain. Her from the change, me the from vamps.
Her hands tangle in my hair and pull me closer, her back pressed the wall. I comply and kiss deeper, bringing her to her toes again. When we part this time, I catch her eyes shift to normal, from the wolf almost-glowing gold.
"Lets get you home," she mumbles, and we stumble home. We didn't encounter anyone on our way there, but it was too much of a struggle to get upstairs, so I dragged Charlette to the couch, pulling her down with me, hugging her back to my chest.
"I love you," I coo, my breath playing with her hair.
"I love you too. Are you going to be ok?" She asked, probably glancing at the trail of blood I had left.
"I will be in a few hours." I answer, drifting into a comfortable sleep, unconsciously(sp) keeping my arms wrapped tightly and protectively around Charlette's middle for most of the sleep.

"Hello?" I called out, the leaves on the trees shuddering.
"William? It hurts." Charlette whimpered.
I turned to her and crumbled. She was bent over, her bones creaking and muscles rippling.
"It's just the change. It'll hurt, but then you'll be strong," I heard myself say, taking a few steps forward and capturing her in my arms.
"Don't William, it's not safe," I heard her pant, breathless.
"I'm always safe around you," I murmur, kissing her cheek and jaw bone.
She groans, as though she's holding off a rushing train, then me simply kissing her.
"Don't-" She cries, but pleasure rings her voice.
I keep kissing her throat, then move back to her lips.
"William, stop. I'm changing," she said, as though it was a bad thing. Her voice was alluring.
She nuzzled closer, her nose tickling the crook of my neck.
I jumped with surprise as teeth peirced my skin, like you would plum.
"Charlette?" I asked, barely above a whisper as my blood entered her body.
She laid my head back, so it was easier to drink. And I let her. Even after I began losing feeling. Even after spots danced in my vision.
"You're going to kill me," I moaned, too weak to move away, but just strong enough to stroke her cheek.
She didn't stop, instead she drank deeper.
I woke with a start, letting a slight rumble come from my chest with pleasure as Charlette ran her fingers over my skin, and I forgot about the dream, as her being a vampire, and killing me.

I also drift off.
When I wake up again, Charlette is gone from my arms and I hear sizzling coming from the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs filling the house.
"Mmm, smells good," I shout, stretching, feeling a lot better. I look at my wrists and see the faint, white scars from the bite marks.
"Vampires really are vile," I whisper to myself, shuddering.
"William! You're awake." Charlette bounces into the room, looking perky and happy.
"Well, aren't you a ball of energy." I murmur, getting to my feet and sweeping Charlette into my arms, kissing her quickly on the lips, each check, then each side of her throat.
"I need to finish breakfast," she whines, playfully struggling to get out of my arms.

"Hmmm, not that I know. I have no idea how your change your hair and eyes. Maybe you have some hidden power? How much do you know about your family?" I asked, pondering her question, playing with my food, pushing around the eggs and bacon.
I sit back and gaze at Charlette, letting her think about it.
"Maybe we should go see some grandparents," I say, thinking aloud.

"Well, then we should visit your grandparents and get some answers. But we'll do that once you completely finish the changes, and once I teach your a few tricks of being a werewolf." I smirk at her and finish eating my breakfast.
"Well, first trick. You need to channel anger and lust into something else. Both of those things brings out the creature, and if you're not careful, you'll change. That could be pretty bad if you're walking around the city with tons of humans around. That just screams fire and pitchforks. Although now it would be guns and flamethrowers. But around other werewolves, it's fine. You wouldn't hurt anyone, unless your pissed at one of those werewolves. Then it could get pretty bloody." I tell her.
"Lust, eh?" Charlette smirks at me. I feel blood rush to my face, and I laugh as my face flushes.
"Yeah. That's why whenever you and I get carried away, you'll see my eyes change color," I cover my blushing face with my hands, laughing silently.