My Best Friend The Werewolf

Break A Leg

Eli feels a presence in his room, wind blowing in from the window. For a second he thinks it's his mum. So he opens his eyes to ask her what's wrong. Instead his heart nearly beats out of his chest. Steve was sitting on his bed, just staring at him. Golden Eyes glowing in the low light of Eli's room.

He sits up quickly, reaching for his glasses and jamming them into place. Steve wasn't wearing a shirt. Just his Khaki's from earlier today. Eli glances at the time and sees that it's 3:36 in the morning. Something was very off.

"Steve?" He finally asks quietly, unsure if he wanted to touch the blond. Those Gold eyes just watching him. Trying to see into his soul it seemed like. The only part of Steve moving was his chest as he breathes slowly.

Hello horror movie cliché. Eli swallows the lump in his throat and reminds himself that this is just Steve. That this is just his boyfriend and Steve wouldn't hurt him.

He reaches out a shaky hand and presses his fingertips lightly against the back of Steve's hand. Steve whirls his head around to look down at it and he blinks. The glowing fading back to his usual brown. Steve blinks a few times confusion falling over his face as he takes in his surroundings.

"Eli, what's going on?" Steve says confused. Eli get's a flashback of when he found Steve chewing on the steak. Not knowing what had just happened.

"Uhh. Why am I in your roo...d-did I try anything?" Steve asks panic entering his eyes. Taking in his own shirtless form.

"Apart from trying to win the major creep award. No. What's the last thing you remember?" Eli grabs his phone and turns on the flashlight. Only to watch Steve's eyes flash when the light hits them directly. Like a cat.

Well that probably wasn't a good sign. Eli reaches over and turns on his lamp. Steve eye's once more returning to normal.

"Uh I was getting ready for bed, mum was still refusing to talk to me and then nothing" Steve explains.

"When was this?" Eli continues to press as he grabs his journal and his pen. Scribbling down everything. Memory loss, black outs, Cat like glow in the dark eyes. Creepy staring. The whole nine yards.

"11" Steve says unsure, doing that thing where he rubs a hand through his hair while he tries to think.

"That was three and a half hours ago." Eli murmurs, shooting Jim a text explaining what was going on.

"Have you felt anything else odd. Tooth pain, itchy skin. The want to rip someone apart and eat them alive?" Eli asks, only hoping the last one could remain a joke.

"No everything else has felt fine. Normal. Well as normal as it gets"

"The next full moon is only eleven days away. More symptoms are bound to appear. We need to start discussing what we're going to do?"

Steve nods even as he looks like he wants to do anything but"

"But we'll do that tomorrow. I'm tired and you have been doing who knows what for the last three hours. So I'm sure you need sleep as well" Eli says checking his phone and stifling a yawn.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. It's gonna be fine" Is all he gets from Jim.

Steve just nods and he goes to slide off the bed. But Eli doesn't want to let him out of his sight. Not at the moment. Not after the whole creepy blackout, staring thing.

"Just stay here." Eli breathes out flicking off his lamp and pulling off his glasses again. He throws them onto his bed-side table along with his journal and phone.