Tainted (COMPLETE)

1.

NOW

"The whole reason why this is even happening to me is because of you!" I screamed at him. Louis took a step back, a look of pain and sorrow written across his face. "I never had done it if..." he trailed off, looking lost, now, as well. "If you knew what?" I asked as I gathered my strength and pushed myself up from the couch. "If you knew that werent going to kill me? Or if you knew that my blood was tainted and this is the reaction I would get after being turned?"

I looked at him and almost regretted this entire conversation. His cerulean eyes were brimming with unshed tears. "No thats not what what I was going say," he stammered. "I never would have done it if I knew what you would end up meaning to me," he whimpered.

"what I mean to you! "I exclaimed. " I mean nothing. I'm dying Louis! I'm an empty shell! I can't even fully transition into a damn werewolf because I WASN'T MEANT TO BE ONE! "I cried.

A piercing pain shot it's way behind my eyeballs and I groaned. " we are looking for a cure for this Azalee, " Louis assured me his voice trembling. "It doesn't matter what you find, Ill be dead before we figure it out, " I snapped and then I looked at the guards at the doorways and motioned for them to take Louis from my sight.

If I was going to die anytime soon. I wanted to die in Peace and quiet, not being tormented emotionally from a werewolf I was pretty sure I was falling for.

Ch 1.

THEN

The sun was just starting to rise when I found myself falling face first on to the floor. I groaned as I hit my carpeted flooring with a thud. I knew that falling asleep too close to edge of my bed would be a problem but I was to tired to move when I had laid down for the night.

I laid there for a moment trying to gain my bearings as I tried to remember what I had been dreaming about that had made me fall off the bed to begin with.

When nothing came to mind, I pushed myself up into sitting position and laid back against my bed. It was to early to get up but a little too late for me to get back in bed and try to catch a few more z's before my alarm went off.

So I looked out my window and watched the sun rise. After it was up I got up and walked to my closet in a zombie like haze. I was pretty sure I hadnt slept all the Nyquil off that I took to make myself fall asleep in the first place.

I picked out an outfit without really paying attention and trudged over to my bathroom. My college admission essay for Yale was sitting there... Untouched the same as it had been before the Nyquil had kicked in the night before.

Closing the notebook, I threw it in my garbage can and took off to the bathroom.

As I was waiting for the water to warm up, I sat on my toilet seat thinking about how stressed I was becoming. My older brother was constantly on my case about colleges. About how I needed a full ride because my trust fund was gone. Gone before I had even turned 18.

I knew when I was done with my shower I was going to have to dig that notebook right back out-of the trash.

***

I was early to Stella's house, as I usually was, but today.. She was taking forever. And I could see why as soon as he snuck out the back door. Stella was walking out the front as soon as he made it two houses down. She hopped into my front seat and smiled at me as I scowled at her. "Seriously Stella, Jonas?" I cringed at the thought.

Stella rolled her eyes at me and motioned for me to go. "It's just a thing," she told me as I put my car In gear and started to leave the front of her house. "You're things usually end up in disaster," I reminded her. "Jonas is different," she told me. I stopped at the red light and looked over at her. "Different as in how? He looks like every other guy in the last past 4 years that youve dated," I said. She rolled her eyes at me. "Coming from the girl who hasnt had a single guy ask her out her entire highschool career," she said laughing.

I proceeded through the intersection as the light turned green. "I havent been asked out because just like you said, Highschool has been a career. My stupid brother is always saying that if I dont get good grades I wont get into..." Stella interrupted me. "Yale because Yale doesnt accept anyone thats lower than the better of the best. The creme of the crop! The butter on societies bread! Seriously Aze, you need to take a chill pill. How much Nyquil did you have to take last night to even sleep!"

I ignored her question and continued to school like I did everyday. When I pulled into the student parking lot and turned off my car, she placed her hand on my shoulder, trying to stop me from getting out of the car. "You seriously need a break Azalee, have some fun," Stella said softly. "I do have fun thats why I joined the Homecoming and Prom Committees." I informed her, pushing her hand off of my shoulder. "I meant like real fun, like City fun," she said to me smiling widely.

I got out of the car, grabbing my backpack from the back seat and started walking to the school. Two seconds later, she was following right behind me. "I hate when you smile like that, it usually means I end up getting dragged into some kind of situation that I dont want to be in but a situation I have to be in nonetheless because youre my best friend," I said quickly.

"You're just too quick to judge me is all, besides you really do need to get out, have some fun, focus on something that isnt academic related," Stella mentioned as she opened up the door and ushered me through it.

I stood in the quad of the school, the gathering grounds for the emotionally unstable teenage youth of our quiet little suburban town. "This is what I do Stell," I held my arms open as if asking for a hug from the invisible man in front of me. "I do school and I do it good. I get good grades. I get YOU good grades. If I slack neither of us will get into a good school and then what? I dont know about you but I dont need to be stuck here for the rest of my life," I explained.

"What you need is a life," Stella said to me as she walked up to me and linked her arm through mine. "So with that being said, tonight after Justin," she cringed at the sound of my brothers name falling off her tongue, "goes to work, you are going to sneak out...using the front door might I add, because everyone knows you're a spaz" I rolled my eyes as we ascended up the stairs to the second floor of the school. I made sure to count my steps and take even steps as well so i wouldnt fall and prove her point. "What am I going to do when I sneak out using the front door Master?" I asked laughing slightly. Stella elbowed me as we made it to the second floor and started walking to my locker, one that we shared.

"You're going to come get me and I am going to show you how to let loose and live life like its meant to be lived," she said grinning that wide grin I hated. Sometimes I didnt even know how we could be friends when we were so different than each other.