"Think, Bree, think! What should I do?" I ask myself in panic. I have no idea what to do at all. I just found out that vampires exist not more than ten minutes ago and now my best friend is turning into one. The sickly sweet smell burns my nose, making me whimper silently.
'Kill her!' my wolf snarls, fighting for control so we can kill of whoever owns the disgusting scent.
'We can't!' I argue. 'That's Francis!'
'She's not Francis anymore; she's our enemy,' my wolf yells at me.
I growl at the animal in me. Immediately, my wolf winces and leaves me alone in my head. Now that my wolf is at the back of my head, I can think properly and plan.
I look at Francis who looks peacefully asleep, but if it isn't for her rapid heart beating, I would have thought she's dead. Slowly, I carry Francis and use a way to get to the hotel without attracting unwanted attention.
The moment my skin touches Francis', my wolf fights me for control once again. Her mind is filled with ways to kill my best friend. In the end, I manage to win and my wolf disappears.
'Stay out of my head,' I growl at the animalistic side of me.
My wolf does not respond back, only snarling and growling in frustration.
Francis' skin is cold like ice. Even if I know almost nothing about vampires, I know the fact that this is not a good thing.
"I have to get her out of here," I say to myself.
If whatever movies of vampires are true, I must get Francis away from humans. She will have to drink blood for the rest of her life. I just hope that I am able to knock some sense into her and try to change her diet.
How the hell am I going to move her with so many people in town?
I then remember that we are standing not so far away from the woods. All I need to do is take a few turns and I'll reach the forest. It will be so much better to bring her in a place where there are trees and animals instead of the hotel full of her potential victims.
Then I can kill her...
I shake my head at my thoughts. My wolf and I have the same mind. What she desires can affect my thinking.
Right now, she has no mercy for someone who we know.
'Someone who we used to know,' the wolf in me adds.
"Shut up," I shout at the voice inside my head. Without delaying any longer, I take off away from the bodies and the alley into the streets. Luckily, there isn't anyone who is in my way.
Francis shudders in my arms the moment we are in public. Her eyes snap open out of nowhere. Those eyes of hers are bloody red, showing me that she's no longer what she was. I must come to the fact that she's no longer human.
She's an enemy. My enemy.
Francis lets out a strangled cry when I take the next turn. It is so full of pain that my heart breaks at the sound of it.
"Francis," I whisper soothingly. "We're almost there. Hang on. I'm here."
She hisses at me but does not have the strength to try to get away from me. Her fangs are shown at me warningly.
"Hang on there." My voice sounds different. Broken almost. I hope so badly that she'll recover and remember me. I hope that her vampire instincts won't change the old Francis.
"Sun," she mutters, closing her eyes.
I look up to see that the sun is above us. Francis looks like she is in pain. And it's because of the sun.
"Crap! I'm sorry, Francis. Maybe the woods will give more shade," I assure, quickening my pace.
She moans in response. It sounds like a wounded animal.
"Don't die on me," I say. The words I'm saying is more to comfort myself than her as she passes out in my arms once again. My nose detects a burning smell coming from Francis. Her face where sunlight is directly shining on her is burning her face.
I cringe a little when she screams in pain, instantly hiding her face in my chest. I wish at that very moment that there's a switch to turn off the sunlight.
"We're almost there," I say excitedly the moment I see that we're close to our destination.
Then, the most stupid thing happens to me: I trip.
Francis falls from my arms and onto the streets. Her body is laying where her face is directly below the sun, making her scream even louder. The screams are like a fuel to my wolf's anger. My wolf is getting angrier. She wants nothing more than to sink our fangs into Francis throat and end her existence.
Before I can pick Francis up once more, she jumps to her feet and bolts towards the woods without being aware of me.
"Wait up!" I yell.
Francis wastes no more time and disappears out of my sight. No one is around so I shift back into my wolf form and follow her scent. Her trail is all over the place, making me difficult to track her down.
I fear for what happen to Francis. Will she remember me? Will she ever be the same? Her last words were to not leave her. I promised that I never will. I intend to keep that promise even if it will kill me in the process.
Francis is all I have left. She is the only one to keep me sane, now that Brad is gone.
If Francis is gone to that monster, I don't know what am I going to do.
The thought motivate me to run faster. The quicker I find her, the better the situation will be. The worst thing that could happen right now is I will never find Francis.
If I can't find her now, she may be gone forever. I refuse to lose her, even if she is a vampire. I will help her go through this. I will stay by her side until we try to live life as normally as possible. Well, as normal as a vampire can be.
Out of nowhere, something spring on my back and makes us fall to the forest floor. I let out a vicious snarl, attempting to bite a chunk out of my attacker.
My attacker is smart enough to hold onto my muzzle so I can't try to bite again.
My eyes focus on the vampire that is sitting on me, flashing fangs that are covered with blood. Her face is healing from the damage of the sun, but also covered with blood.
Francis.
I whimper when she sniffs me and her face comes closer to my neck. I can almost feel her fangs on my fur, not far from my throat.
No. Don't do this, Francis, I think. All this while, I stare into her eyes, hoping that she can see the message I'm trying to convey.
She's a monster. She's someone who I am fated to kill.
She's also my best friend.
Francis looks away suddenly. She tilts her head towards a direction where I can hear voices. Human voices.
Francis smiles. It isn't a smile that I've seen all my life; it is a predatory smile that scares me.
I can't stop her.
She's too fast for me to react.
The second I reach the place where she runs off to, I see Francis sucking blood out of a teenage boy in the middle of teenage bodies.
Ten died instantly in the hands of Francis.
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Hunting Down The Deadly Twins
Werewolf(A spin-off to Meadow Falls) Ever since Bree got the news of Brad's death, she's determined to hunt down his murderer. She has found out that the top werewolf hunters of all time, The Deadly Twins are most likely to be her little brother's murderer...
