My eyes snap open at the crack of dawn as my now entirely human body tells me it’s almost school time. I pull myself off of the hard wooden floor and go into my closet. I sneak a peek in the mirror as I pass by on my way towards the door. I see my well-built frame, due to all of the running, clad in my everyday outfit of a black tee and jeans. I travel upwards and see my waist-length straight black hair. I risk looking up to my eyes, something I rarely do because of the outcome, and almost collapse again. I have the eyes of a monster, a killer. My dark grey eyes tear through the soul of every living being much like my wolf’s claws tore through the skin of that innocent boy. I snap my eyes away from the mirror and continue out the door.
I bolt to my school and straight to my locker, ignoring the snide comments behind my back. They do bother me, but I just know I can’t control myself if I acknowledge them. I hate hurting people. I hate the wolf inside of me. I grab my books and slam the locker door shut. My human feet take me to my first class and to my desk. I sit down, trying to remain calm as the high-pitched laughter echoes across the room and into my highly sensitive ears. The snap of a pointer against the board brings my attention to the teacher.
“Attention, please!” She snaps. The class quiets, much to my pleasure. “Thank you. Now, we have new students today! Come on in, boys!”
5 teenage males shuffle into the class and in front of the board. The new scents draw my attention and I study the new students. The first scent is of cologne that I pick up as a scent called Alien. I follow the scent back to the male with a full head of curls and piercing emerald eyes. The second scent I pick up from the male next to him is Gucci. This boy has a high black quiff and brown eyes. The next boy seems to smell, not of cologne, but of sweat and nervousness. I see his hair is cut into an almost buzz cut and his eyes are brown. The following scent is an assortment of human food matching to a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy. My eyes move to the last male and my eyes widen and my breath hitches. The first thing I notice is a thick red liquid seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. I snap my eyes up and recognize the face right away. This is the same boy I injured. I whimper, causing my classmates to turn to me and shoot me an annoyed and/or amused look. I look down at my desk.
“Miss Patterson, would you like to explain to the class why you felt it necessary to draw the attention away from our new students and to yourself?” The teacher asks me. I instantly push the embarrassment and growing anger back inside of my stomach, so as not to turn on the teacher.
“Um, I just noticed that…” I quickly scan my mind for the names that the teacher had just introduced the boy as. “Louis is bleeding.” I say.
The entire class turns to Louis as his eyes widen and looks down at his abdomen. The teacher gasps.
“Oh, dear! We must get you to the nurse! Juliet!” She exclaims, looking to me.
“Yes?”
“Please show this young man to the nurse’s office.” She instructs.
“But…” I open my mouth to protest. She shoots me a death glare and I stand from my desk, letting out a small growl underneath my breath. I avoid noticing the stares of my classmates and walk out of the room with Louis following. I silently maneuver through the hallways as he struggles to keep up. I purposefully stay ahead, knowing that if I caught sight of his pain, the guilt would begin to gnaw at me more than it already is.
“Could you please wait up?” He gasps. Guilt and pity cause me to come to a stop. He catches up and I continue walking at a much slower pace, leaving my eyes glued to the ground. After a few moments of silence, the boy decides to speak up.
“So, your name is Juliet, right?” he asks.
“Yes” I respond sharply.
“Oh, cool. Umm, I’m Louis, but I guess you kind of already knew that…” he says. I involuntarily let out a little chuckle. I sense his smirk and I instantly put up my wolf’s barrier. No one close, no one hurt. My eyes catch his hand move towards his abdomen and the scratch as he slows to a stop. My emotions lurch forward and I look up to his face in pity. He squints his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to pass. He drops his head as the pain continually gets worse. I step into action and put my arm around his shoulder and his around mine to assist him. I take in my surroundings and notice that we are near my locker, but the nurse’s office is on the other side of the school. I hold him up easily, gladly allowing my wolf strength to keep him up. I ease him down next to my locker and sit him up against a wall.
“Stay here.” I instruct. He tries to respond but I just touch his shoulder to assure him I understood. I open my locker and pull out my attack kit. I keep a mending kit in my locker in case another wolf or pack attacks me. I pull it out and set it next to him. I open it up and hesitate only slightly before carefully lifting his shirt. It reveals a paper towel lazily taped over the wound. I peel off the tape to expose the fresh gash my claws had caused. I bite my teeth together to avoid any emotions or instincts taking over. I slip out a tube of medication and squeeze out the proper amount.
“This is going to sting.” I warn him. He clenches his jaw but nods slightly, giving me the okay to apply it. I begin to rub the medicine and he tightens across his body, instinctively grabbing my free hand and squeezing it tightly. I finish with the medicine and his grip falls. I take out some gauze and help him sit up a little so I can wrap it around him. I hold it tightly and begin wrapping. After a good few layers, I secure the gauze and cut it away from the remaining gauze. I pull his shirt back down and get to putting up the kit, as well as sanitizing my hands to get rid of medicine remnants. After a moment, his eyes reopen as the pain subsides. I replace the kit into my locker and shut it. I hold my hand out to help him up. He takes it and brings himself to his feet.
“Thanks…” he says. I shrug it off and take to walking back to class. “Wait!”
I pause and turn around.
“I'm serious. Thank you. I don’t know what you did or how you did it, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. I feel like I need to repay you somehow.” He states.
“No, it’s okay.” I state in an attempt for him to let it go. He jogs up next to me.
“Well, I mean, could you at least sit with me and my friends at lunch?” He asks pleadingly. I mistakenly look up and catch his bright blue eyes. Something stabs at my insides and I feel myself yearning to go into my wolf. I bite back a growl.
“I… Whatever.” I say. He smiles.
“Thanks again, Juliet.” He says. I silently begin the walk back to the class. We finally arrive and find the class has just been dismissed. I growl beneath the noise of the teenagers and turn to go to my next class. The rest of the day floats mindlessly by until it is time for my lunch period. I begin my walk to the cafeteria.
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KILLER (One Direction/Werewolf)
Fanfiction*One Direction/ Werewolf* Those eyes. Those deep grey, nearly black, killer eyes. They haunt me. They have since that night. That one, fateful night. It left me with one wish, one urge. To kill.
