Were-Geek

7.)

I woke 10 minutes before my alarm clock went off the next morning, so to occupy myself I turned on the MP3 Walkman and played it softly beside my bed. I closed my eyes and moved my lips along with the words. My hands were laced over my stomach and I had a headache. My mouth was parched and I wanted to stay in bed.

But I forced my feet to the floor and changed the song to something that would wake me up. Slayer, Dead Skin Mask. One of my parents favorite songs. I sighed at the twinge of pain in my gut that almost felt like guilt, and began getting ready, thankful for the distraction of the music.

Then I switched the music player off and steppes outside. Only then did I realize I had done all of my usual morning activities in complete darkness. I frowned but pushed the thought away as I hummed quietly under my breath and began walking to the kitchen.

This time I was the first one there, so I settled into a seat with a bowl of cereal and propped my legs onto the seat next to me. 'Asiento,' I found myself thinking. 'Seat,' in Spanish. We had learned that word last year in Spanish two. This thought made me realize school had probably started and I would not be taking Spanish three or any of my other classes. I bit my lip, using the pain to drive away my thoughts and focused on my fruit loops.

I heard footsteps and soon after Dillan walked in. His brown hair stuck up in every direction but he seemed completely awake. He waved at me and then stifled a yawn with the same hand. Scratch that, not so completely awake.

He grabbed the jug of milk from the table and took a swig straight from it, the same way I drank from gallons of milk at home. I found myself wondering who got all the groceries.

As Dillan swiped the back if his hand across his mouth we were joined by Logan. I took the device from my pocket and stretched my hand out to him. He shook his head and pushed my hand back, "Keep it," he said and walked over to the toaster, "you looked like you needed it last night."

I looked at him in obvious relief and he gave a small smile that made my heart flutter. Interesting.

Luke and Amy joined us at nearly the same time. Amy grabbed a sugar free granola bar and sat down across from me. Dillan joined Logan with the toast and Luke sat down beside me with a bowl of oatmeal. He ran a hand through his messy hair and leaned back. His hand did nothing for the windswept appearance and I wondered if any of the guys ever brushed or combed their hair.

"So, what do you think it'll be today?" Luke said, then jammed his spoon in his mouth before withdrawing it empty and plunging it back into the not quite gelatinous mass.

Logan plopped down beside Luke and shrugged, "Probably just training, since El is here. Lee wouldn't want us to leave her here alone and I doubt she would send her with us with no training and being a wolf and all."

I frowned, not knowing whether to be offended or just annoyed. I settled with an indifferent look and continued eating my cereal. Finally Dillan sat and we ate in silence until Lee came in, dressed in the same leather garb we all wore

Her hair was pulled back military style and her aura remained the dominating one of the room she was in. She looked at the others, " Get ready, we have a mission. Somebody show Elmira the training room, she will be joining the next mission and needs to be ready."

She nodded and turned on her toes, marching away. I glanced at the others who were noisily finishing their food. I shrugged and did the same, washing my bowl quickly. Amy finished first after me and headed for the door, "c'mon," she said to me and I followed.

She led me silently across the mansion house and to another set of double doors. "Here's the training room," she said and turned to leave.

"Wait!" I shouted, but she didn't even look back. I growled to myself and turned. I took a deep breath and after a moment of brief hesitation I pushed open the doors.

First I saw Sfin, the german doctor, then I saw the towering black shelves built into the length of the wall that stretched as long as cafeteria walls, and all the way to the high ceiling. And they were completely loaded with weapons.

My breath was stolen from me as I looked around in amazement. Knives, daggers, swords, guns, shurikans and wips were the most distinguishable, but then there were everyday objects such as canes and pens. I figured these were the hidden weapons.

An evil grin spread over my face as my gaze traveled from one weapon to the next, "Me likes," I murmered.

2.)

I trained with Sfin all day, only stopping for bathroom breaks and once for cold sandwiches. We trained until we both dripped with sweat and every muscle in my body ached. I loved the pain. I felt alive and I worshipped the great exhaustion I felt.

It seemed Sfin enjoyed me as a trainee also. I was attentive and a quick learner with great eyes. It wasn't long before I hit every target with throwing knives, guns, bow and arrows and shurikans. Though with a wip I was hopeless and we left that alone. Sfin was fun to talk to and a great teacher. We were both amazed at my ability to learn and my dexterity. It was inhuman.

He made notes on the way I moved and how I reacted to certain things. He said it was his job as a doctor and a historian to properly catalogue, me being the first surviving werewolf in two centuries. He had to remind me.

But for the first time I was beginning to understand what this meant and instead of being scared I was excited. This was not the reaction I would have expected but I accepted it. It was better than the mental breakdown I was long overdue for.

It was late and I was practicing hand to hand combat when the doors opened, distracting me. Sfin took the chance to slam his fist into my face. I fell to the ground, cheek to the padded floor, chest heaving.

Sfins shadow fell over me, "Never let yourself get distracted in a fight. You will die," he said and then offered me his hand. I took it and rubbed at my tender chin as he pulled me up.

"That looked painful," Amy remarked from the doors.

I grinned, "Nah, it felt wonderfull, like a kiss. "

She smiled and said, "Well, everyone is back but they've scurried off to their rooms. Lee said to tell you training time is over."

I looked up at Sfin, "Thanks for helping me, I hope we can do it again."

"Me too," He smiled and I thought he was pretty great for a giant medical practitioner Hunter guy.

"I'll walk you to you room," Amy said as I joined her.

"Thanks," I wiped at my eyes and hairline, then wiped my hand on my pants when my wrist came away dripping with sweat.

"You stink," Amy said, wrinkling her nose. I grinned, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye.

"Thanks. There's nothing better than being so sweaty you could fill a bath with it and then bathe in it."

She laughed and shook her head, "You know, you're not so bad El," She sighed while I mentally screamed and ran in circles with joy. "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch," She looked at me.

"You really haven't been that bad Amy, I promise. There are some real bitches at my school." I said and she looked away, relief plain in her shoulders.

"So we okay?" Her voice was questioning.

"As good as we can be, me being a Werewolf and all," I sighed and my hand went absently to the mass of scars on my left shoulder.

Amys eyes caught the movement and she glanced at me, eyes going to my shoulder. "Does it hurt?" She asked.

I shrugged, "A little, but it's healed surprisingly quickly."

She nodded, "Everything will now," She said and I frowned but didn't question her.

We arrived at my door and she turned to me, "Here we are. Sleep good...Wolf." She smiled and left.

I grinned and stepped into my room. I didn't need music this time and after my shower I got into my bed and slept like the dead.

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