Silver {FIN}

{39} The Dead Has Come Back: Part I

I sucked on Denis wrist, taking some sips as I watched Serge, Vincent, and Clayton put the body bag in the hole they made. Serge wiped his forehead, looking at the sky. He sighed and went back to work, grabbing a handful of dirt and throwing it in the hole. Vincent and Clayton followed him. Chase was watching them, eating pizza and tapping his in a beat. I sighed through my nose, pulling away as Denis watched them blankly. I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't know if he was mad or sad. Maybe both. I licked Denis wrist and put my hand on his, intertwining my fingers with his. Nothing. I licked my lips and cleared my throat. Not even one look.

"She was a rouge," I mumbled.

"And that gave you the right to kill her?" He snapped.

Chase looked at us as he chewed on his pizza. I gave him a slight nod and turned my attention back on Chase. I rubbed my arms as a slight wind passed us.

Denis sighed, putting his arms around me. "I knew." I raised an eyebrow, waiting for his answer. "I knew what Wendy was. She told me yesterday and I...I didn't know what to do. Everything is just confusing."

I stared at him, watching some tears rolled down on his cheek. I brushed them with my thumb and he looked at me, smiling warmly at me. I opened my mouth to say what when he kissed me on the forehead. I shut my eyes, feeling his warm lips on my forehead. It made me calm, relaxed, and more importantly, noticed. I slowly opened my eyes to see his face close to mine, breathing softly. Our breathing mixed and shown into the almost night.

For some reason, I couldn't hold a grudge on Denis. He cheated on his girlfriend with me who was a She-Wolf. Plus, I started developing feelings for him. Yeah, I adimt it. I like Denis. And no, not in a friendly way. When Serge, Vincent, and Clayton finished digging Wendy, we all went inside and sat on the couch. We sat in silence as Denis and I played with each other's hands. I looked over at the clock to see it was getting late.

"Hey, you should be going home," I said.

He smirked, running a hand through my hair. "You want me to leave so you could think about me?"

I rolled my eyes and got up, walking to the door. "In your dreams. Get outta here."

I moved so Denis could leave the cabin. He turned around and pecked my cheek before walking away from the cabin. When I closed the door and turned around, I came in contact with a chest. I looked up to see Serge glaring at me.

"He's a freak," he said matter of factly.

I rolled my eyes, but this time in annoyance. "The only freak is you. Back the fuck off Serge."

Serge grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. "Something's wrong with him."

I sighed. "Fine, I'll take a swing at this. What's wrong with him?"

"He didn't get mad at you. He just acted like nothing happened and went all lovey dovey on you."

I narrowed my eyes and took a step closer to him. "He snapped at me, he cried, and he needed comfort. What's wrong with him?"

"What's wrong is that a guy, a guy who's girlfriend is dead by a Slayer, wants to join our war. Humans and werewolves don't mix."

I chuckled humorless. He's telling me humans and werewolves don't mix? How ironic. I can't deal with this right now.

"Werewolves can't even socialize with humans. What makes you think they want to be with one?"

I never knew Serge surprised me. He took a step back, like someone slapped him across the face. He showed, hurt, pain, bewailed, all the words that made him look something that he wasn't used to . Serge sighed, looking away from me.

"Would you be my friend if I wasn't a werewolf?"

My eyes widen and I asked, "What?"

Serge grabbed my cheeks, our eyes looking at each other. I could smell his blood radiating off of him, filling my nose. I leaned into his hand, my mouth watering slightly. 

'These are the veins of the way that we love

These are the hearts of lonely people ripped in front of us'

"Would you be my friend if I wasn't a werewolf?" 

Would I? I wouldn't notice Serge either way. He wouldn't want to talk to me, he wouldn't want to hang out with me, but, instead, he did. He did all the things that a regular werewolf would do. He actually wanted to hang out with a Slayer, something, me. But what worried me was why? I could get in trouble for living with a werewolf. Slayer and werewolves don't mix. But, Serge wouldn't be him if he wasn't a werewolf. He wouldn't be a Gamma's son, a best friend, a werewolf, and mostly, he wouldn't meet me.

I felt my lips turning upwards. "In our situation, no. But if you wasn't, yes."

He gave me a shocked look, dropping his hands. I wouldn't lie that his hands made my cheeks burn.

"What are you saying?" Serge asked.

What am I saying? Did I want to be his friend? We haven't talked since he licked my cheek, but he's been a good...person. Yeah, he's a person. Maybe he was right. Maybe, for the first time, a werewolf was right.  I didn't want to be his friend because of our differences, but now we have to work together in order to keep Chase and I safe. My granddad always told me to never trust a werewolf and give the satisfaction. Serge grabbed my hands, running his thumb over my red knuckles. I haven't seen any color on my body since I drank Denis' blood the first time. Serge moved his hand so he could gently tracing my neck. I shivered and Serge smiled.

 "Yeah," I breathed out. "Let's be friends."

Serge grabbed my waist, snipping me around. I hid my face on his neck so he wouldn't see my blushing face. When he put me down, he chuckled and rubbed my arms. I never knew he could be so excited to be my friend. Chase wasn't like this when he asked for my friendship.

"You know, we could see you!" Chase yelled.

We turned our head at him, Vincent, and Clayton who smirked at us. I covered my mouth and started laughing. Serge raised an eyebrow but then a smile started to stretched on his lips. Chase and Clayton busted out laughing, randomly. We didn't understand why were laughing but it felt good. I haven't had a good laugh since this all started. There has to be some moments in my life. Might as well make some. As we were laughing, Vincent shook his head with his arms crossed over his chest. Mr. Naz appeared next to him, his hands behind his back.

"I would never understand my life with you guys," Vincent said over our laughter. We only laughter harder.

Vincent rolled his eyes and Mr. Naz said, "But you love them anyways." 

"Oh, shut up. You love them, too."