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Staying awake was probably the hardest thing at the moment, despite the pain I was in.
My eyes drooped, and just as I thought I was going to plunge into sleep, the door opened. I looked up and saw the old vampire come in, Charlette swung over her shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
"Char!" I weeze, wincing as my voice dies.
"She isn't the same Charlette you've kissed William. She's mine," the old bat smiled as she gently set Charlette down on the ground.
She comes over to me, and grips the blade louged in my chest. She pulls it slowly out, blood rushing to meet it's departure.
After the bloodied blade is gone from my chest, she places the knife next to Charlette. Charlette's eyes open as if on cue, as she sniffs the blood. As she turns to me, I see her eyes are blood red.
She walks over to me slowly, her hips swaying almost cat-like. She wasn't a wolf right now. She was a complete vampire, a predator.
"Charlette," I gasp as she strokes my jawline, moving my head to the side to expose my neck.
She leans forward and bites into my neck gently, as though afriad to hurt me.

Too tired to do anything, I just slump against the wall, letting the blood trinkle down my jawline to my chin and just drip off onto the floor. I stare at the growing puddle.
"Charlette-"
"Shut up mutt." The head assassin snaps.
Charlette just stands completely still, shocked.
"You have one twisted grandmother," I laugh, the sound choked off.
"She's not my grandmother anymore," Charlette hisses.
And just as she says this, the tip of a sword juts out of Charlette's grandmother's chest. She bursts into ashes.
The head assassin, Christopher, cleans off his sword and smirks at our shocked expressions.
"Did you really think I was going to let her live? After she tried to kill my prey? I'll see you both soon. Oh, and Charlette dear, you might want to clean up your face, you look as though you just killed a whole family," his eyes spark with something I can't place, but Charlette stiffens, so I know she knows what he's talking about.
"Oh, and you might want to get those shackles off of your dear mutt, silver burns his flesh." With that, Christopher leaves, leaving us confused and bloody.

"You didn't almost kill me," I say truthfully, "you barely took any."
Ok, not completely truthful, but she didn't almost kill me.
I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her.
"You still look thirsty," I comment. It was true. Her fangs were enlonged, and her eyes blood red still.
"No, I'm fine," she snaps, but I know she's wavering under the smell of my blood, so close.
"Really?" I ask, but I know that if I push any farther, she'll give under my request.
"Yes."
"Charlette, you're not fine. Do you know what happens to vampires when they don't feed? They turn into your grandmother, ash." I say calmly.
"How do you know so much about vampires anyway William?"
"Keep your friends close. But keep your enemies closer," I say. I reach up, and using one of my now-clawed fingers, make the wound on my neck start to bleed again.
"Drink Charlette. When you've had enough, you'll know. And if you put my life in danger, you'll also know that. Don't worry."

"Stop. You didn't know anything then. Your grandmother-" I shudder at the mention of the vampire, "-didn't tell you about how bad the thrist would be. It's magified, because of being half werewolf. And for some reason, it makes you stronger and faster." I say, ignoring the dizzy feeling building behind my eyes.
She nods, and leads me downstairs. Once there, she lays me down on the couch.
"You need rest and some time for that blood to regenerate," she lectures, leaving and coming back with gauze.
After wrapping up my neck, she pulls off my shirt to look at the stab wound. I flinch as she touchs the skin around it.
"Yeah, that's still tender," I snort.
"Sorry," she murmurs. She wraps that up, and I help by sitting up, but I also succeed in opening the wound again. I see Charlette's eyes flash as the blood blossoms from the wound, staining the gauze red, but that's all. Just a flash. She wraps me up even more.
"I'm a mummy," I joke, laying back down.

I run over to Charlette, ignoring the pain in my chest, and fall next to her.
"Charlette! Charlette! Whats wrong darling?!" I shout, holding her head in my hands.
She doesn't answer, instead starts to claw at the side of her neck. I hold her hands, so she doesn't hurt herself anymore.
"Charlette-" I break off, my eyes widening.
I flinched at the smell now filling the room.
Charlette was now full vampire, but when she opened her eyes again, I saw they were bright, glowing yellow. The color dimmed and faded.

I hold her close, to try and stop her shaking, but I'm not sure what else I can do to stop her pain.
"I'm sorry Charlette. I'm sorry I can't do anything to help you," I whimper.
"They're gone. The wolf senses are gone," she cries, burrowing deeper into my shoulder, as though to hide from the truth.
"They can't just be gone." I say, feeling her shaking turn to raking sobs. Her sobs tear at my heart, threatening to rip my heart from my chest.
"But they are!" She yells, then just settles on crying.
I just sit there and rub her back and shoulders.
"Too bad. I liked her the way she was." A cruel voice says from behind us.
I keep my back to Christopher.
"Go away," I snarl, keeping Charlette from seeing him.
"I plan to stay with my Beloved," he mocks. I stiffen.
"What are you talking about? What's a Beloved?" Charlette squeaks.
"Our kind has been around for a very long time Charlette. The humans wished for us to be true, long ago when gods existed. The cruelest of the gods, Magnightus, the god of the darkest worlds, gave them their wishes. He created two separate beings. Werelings, and Vampires. They were made in pairs, so no one being was left lonely. Once they died, they left one cycle of live, and entered another. Each cycle, the two Beloveds looked for eachother, and once they found eachother, stayed together, until death." He drawled, smirking at us.
"You're Beloved isn't here then," I snarled.
"Oh, yes she is," Christopher walked forward and gripped my shoulder, pulling me back. I cried out, more in shock then pain.
He sat next to Charlette and stroked her hand.
Then, he was gone. No puff of smoke, no pop of sound, just...gone.

I kiss her back.
When we break away, I say, "I know. But it could change. Maybe it doesn't work like that, not the first look and you're inlove." I say. I stand up and stretch.
"I'm going to go make you something to eat," I say, leaving her on the couch.
I go to the kitchen and rummage around. Finally, I settle on making her a fruit smoothie, with a little bit of blood I found in the frigde, turning the mix a bright pink.
I bring it back out to her.
"I wasn't sure what to get you," I trail off, seeing that Charlette had drifted off. I smiled softly.
"You're so cute when you're asleep," I murmur, going back to the kitchen and putting the smoothie in the frigde for later.