Teeth. Teeth had sunk into my hand and blood was splattered beautifully across the grass. Well thats what it looked like now that i look back at it. At the time I felt pain and the blood on the grass was terrifying, this was my blood. I looked up to see what the actual fuck bit my hand and i realized, the most logical andwer would be a werewolf. And it was. He was really small, but he held something in his mouth with his eyes wide. I looked to my hand.
I gasped, my eyes going wide and I cried out. My index finger and thumb were gone. Taken right out of my left hand. I tried to stay calm, i really did, the werewolf came closer. At this point I tried to get as far away from him as possible. "G..Get away from me!" I yelled at him, i doubt he could understand me. To my surprise, he stopped and dropped the fingers he had in his mouth. I felt dizzy at this point. He picked me up once i was cornered.
I was brought to the school's E.R. It was funny how a college needed an E.R in normal circumstances, but i understand now why they have one. For cases like me. I was wheeled in and the wolf just sat outside, his eyes wide when i entered.
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I woke up with my entire left arm feeling numb and Noiz standing right beside me. "He says he's sorry."
"Who says what now?" I muttered, groggy and pissed off from the lack of feeling in my arm and the fact that it was Bitter McSour at my side instead of someone much sweeter.
"The werewolf that took two of your fingers and part of your hand. He is gravely sorry for what he did and he hopes that when he's presentable he can apologize himself in person." He wasn't being an asshole but still, i can feel he cares more about the process of paint drying than he does with this message.
"I don't care if the guy is sorry. I want him to get a piece of my mind." I growled, not that i really did want to fight a werewolf but i needed to at least talk to him. Theres no way he can just ditch me after crippling me. It doesnt matter, i can use both hands. Noiz helped me up, i still felt tired. Wow I'm gonna miss even more days of school because of this..at least now i have a valid reason why.
I got up from the bed i was laying on. I looked down to my left hand, i wanted to cry thats for sure. "Its gone...they're gone Noiz what are the chances of that happening." I looked to Noiz, who merely sighed at me.
"It was going to happen eventually." he said, pausing only to see if i would yell at him, but i knew he had an explination, "I tried to tell you but you ran out before i could catch up. I tried to save you for just that bit longer..now marking your hands will be much harder to do.."
What did he mean by marking my hands, what did i get myself into?
"Now i know you might be confused but i cannot explain what i need to tell you right here." He murmured, grabbing the three fingered hand and raising it to his lips. Okay what the fuck is he doing. He blew cold air onto the new wounds, smiling down at me, and placing a small object in my hand before closing it.
"Keep that with you. He told me to give it to you" Oh my god i swear if its my finger, I will explode. I looked down at my hand but when i looked back up, Noiz was gone. I didnt open up my hand until i got to the dorm.
"Noiz i am scared to open my ha-"
"I didn't expect you to be up and well so soon..." I stood at the door and stared at a...ravishingly handsome young man sat on my bed, looking at the book on my nightable. He looked at me, his brown-hazel eyes looking right through me. I was scared shitless. "It was quite a bite...I really am sorry..." he said softly, god he was so...calm. Not at all like a werewolf I've read about.
"Who are you and why are you in my dorm?" He laughed, why is he laughing? I took a step forward, "I'll say it again. Who are you?" He looked up at me.
"My name, Is Charlie. Charlie Knyeck" Knyeck...I've heard that name before. Maybe in a magazine or something, whatever. "Okay, Charlie. What are you doing in my dorm?"
"Well a young fellow offered me a trade, he said this dorm was too small for him and since i dont have many things with me, i accepted the trade. Even though its not necessarily following the rules." I stared at him, now noticing fangs and as a plus, blood. I had just noticed this, holy fuck am i slow.
"You're the wolf that bit off my fingers!" I cried. "Did you not read the note that Zombie boy gave you?" He retorted, eyebrows furrowed. I opened up my hand to see the note, 'I'm moving in...i can apologize there.' Oh.
"No..i didn't read it..but i wasnt aware of this trade? Look i dont think its best for you to stay he-" "Oh you talk too much Necromancer."
He knew.
I'm going to be reported.
I'm going to die.
