Forbidden Romance

Help Me Make It Through The Night

"Come and lay down by my side
Till the early morning light
All I'm takin' is your time
Help me make it through the night"
(From Kris Kristofferson's Hit Song, "Help Me Make It Through The Night")

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Spencer: 

        As we walk down the street, I hear some strange noise and notice a figure lying on the ground. "Hey...is that Ashlee?", I ask Duncan, stopping our entire family. "Ashlee Crawford? Forget about him. He's probably just transforming into a stupid wolf.", he replies. "But...where's his pack?", I ask, looking around. "Who cares. Let's go.", he continues, him and our parents beginning to walk again. I don't though. 

        I know Ashlee isn't my favorite person in the world, then again I don't even like him. But, I don't think he's in any positoin to fight or argue with me. I quickly jump into the tree near him and look. He's...crying. His face is barley formed and he's just lying there in pain. I don't know why, but I feel like I need to help him. I quickly jump down and stand next to him. 

        He looks up at me with yellow eyes that are filled with tears. "Ashlee?", I ask, looking down at him. "S-spencer. H-help me.", he says, tears falling down his face. I hesitate for a minute. If anyone ever knew I helped a werewolf, I would get so much crap. But, then I look back at his face. He's in pain and it hurts me to see him like this. 

        Then, without a word, I use as much vampire strength I can and throw him over my shoulder. I quickly look, making sure no one saw me, and run as fast as I can to his house. I open the door and quickly set him down on his couch. He quickly begins to return to his normal appearance; but he's dead asleep. 

        At that moment, I really notice how...handsome he is. I mean, I knew he was attractive, but I never really looked and saw how attractive he really is. He begins to wake up and notices me standing over him. "Thanks.", he says, giving me a half smile. "Don't mention it. Literally.", I say, flashing my fangs. But he doens't flinch, he just laughs a little. I quickly run out the door and begin to rethink all my thoughts about him. I mean, I'm already thinking of how I helped him make it through this night, but that doesn't mean I like him. Does it?