Silver {FIN}

{43} Last Words

I stared at Serge who was rubbing his hands together, nervously. I knew he didn't want to do anything of this. I bet he wonders how did it come down to this. A Slayer drinking blood and having black eyes, seeing his own kind dead, and Lupo coming for Chase and I. I don't think it was on his To-Do list. Serge turned his head as he licked his lips and frowned. He knew my eyes were still black because I could still smell the blood from the wolves and him.

"Can I talk to Eddie?" He asked. I frowned and went to touch his shoulder when he flinched back. I sighed and dropped my hand.

"You're lucky he's screaming at me," I monotonously.

I closed my eyes and sighed slowly, snapped my head to the right, and opened my eyes to see Serge staring blankly at me.

"We should be getting ready, Serge," I said calmly.

But inside, I was freaking out. I was nervous what he had to say because I killed his own kind in front of him. I don't know why that made me nervous. I shouldn't care, but Serge is the only werewolf friend I have. I would plus Clayton but we haven't talked much. Serge grabbed my hand and put it to his cheek.

"It's nice to feel your warmth, Eddie," he whispered. My eyes quirked up and I slowly pulled my hand away. I was still getting used to him touching me but he over done it. He sighed and looked away. "Eddie, you're not human anymore. You have to deal with it."

"I'm fucking human, okay? I want to be human, I want to be a singer, I want to be normal."

Tears fell down on my cheeks. I adimtted it. Three years of my life was taken away by my dad, granddad and a bunch of wolves. I want it back. I want every single little thing about my life because I didn't chose this life. I chose to go to school, be in a band, and spend as much time with my mom and Chase. I wiped my cheeks away and Segre looked sad. He ran a hand through his hair and wiped my tears with his thumb.

"Do you know how it feels to be born a monster?" Serge chuckled darkly. "I tried to be normal but it never works. I thought about getting a girl, marrying her, and then have kids. But I can't even pass the stage of knowing I'm a werewolf, and I will always be. Eddie, look man, I'm trying to say being different isn't always bad. We had ice cream, we hugged, we talked, we laughed, and we even became friends. That's normal, that's being human."

"But you don't get it," I snapped, "I don't feel human. I have the urge to change to Edgar, a different person, who likes blood. I don't even know what the hell I am."

Serge wrapped his around my waist and I gave in, wrapping my arms around his neck. I nuzzled my head into his neck and sighed deeply. "It doesn't matter if you feel human. It matters if you live a human life and it feels fucking good. What do you feel now?"

I felt hungry, tired, and sleepy. My throat because I haven't drink enough blood and I could smell it from the wolves. Where's Chase, Vincent, Mr. Naz, and Clayton? It's been more than two hours. What if Lupo caught them? My heart jumped when I thought of that. Serge pulled away and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes turned black but then changed.

"What was that?" I asked quietly.

I let my eyes move around the room that Chase and I slept in. He shook his head and ran his hand over my neck. I told you Serge was touchy with me. I didn't mind because it made me safe and comfortable. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Serge jumped, growling at the door. I put my finger on my lip and he shut his mouth, glaring at the door. The door opened slowly and Serge was going to pounce when it was Denis. I sighed in relief and jumped off the bed, rushing to the door and locking it.

"Denis, what are you doing here?" I questioned and stood infront of him. He flashed me a smile before glaring at Serge.

"I just wanted to see if you're alright. You never called me," he said.

I almost face palm. I forgot to call him to make sure if he was home. I had a feeling Lupo and his pack knew about Denis if they knew about Chase and I. I didn't want him getting hurt because of me. He had to live a normal life. Denis looked over my shoulder and his eyes widen. I looked behind my shoulder and silently cursed. I forgot about the dead bodies in my room. I looked at Denis and started to make excuses.

"Denis, there's a reason why I had to kill them. I just...I just don't want you-ah fuck. I don't know why I did it! I'm a Slayer but it wasn't me! I mean, it was pyschically me, but not mentally. Denis, I'm..."

Denis grabbed my hand and intertwining our fingers. "It's okay, Eddie. I believe. Just calm, I still like you," Denis said, smiling.

I opened my mouth to say something when he put his on my cheek and put our foreheads together. Serge was right. Something was wrong but the warmth was making me sleepy. I had to ask him something.

"I guess I'll give you a minute," I heard Serge said.

He sounded sad. I wondered what happened. I saw him walked past us and he opened the door, leaving. He closed the door behind him and it was just Denis and I. Denis moved me to the bed and we sat, staring at each other. My mind was spinning with questions.

"Denis...why aren't you running away? I killed werewolves. There's blood on the floor and...you're here, with me!" I exclaimed.

Denis smiled and placed a small kiss on my cheek. "I've seen many people died before. Nothing's new."

I almost melt but I shook my head, pushing him away. "I'm serious, Denis! This isn't what a normal person should be doing. Why are you getting involve with the war?"

Denis sighed and grabbed my cheeks. "I like you. I. Like. You. I like you, okay? I'm doing this for you. I don't care if I die or not. The thing I want to do is be with you every day."

My heart jumped to my throat. I didn't know what to say. Denis, a guy I like, like me back. I didn't expect him to like me because of Wendy and he didn't seem like the type. I didn't understand why he went out with her if he liked me. Another thing that was wrong with Denis. Denis shouldn't like me. Denis shouldn't be talking to me because I killed his werewolf girlfriend. I'm not even fucking human for fuck sakes!

"Are these last words before the war or something?" I asked playfully.

Denis cracked a smile and ran his thumb over my lip to my cheek. "Maybe...is it working?"

I nodded, biting my lip. He had no idea. There were a few more questions I wanted to ask him. "Didn't you say that your mom moved here because your dad was abusive to her?" I said.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, why?"

"But then you said you moved here with your aunt and granddad because your parents died."

His eyes flashed with shock but then it went blank. I narrowed my eyes. What the hell? Was he lying to me? Why would he say something about his parents? I was going to pull away from his grip when he slammed his lips on mine. My eyes widen and I gasped, gripping his shoulders. Denis had his eyes closed, rubbing his thumbs on my cheeks. I didn't know what to do.

My hands were turning clammy, my head was fuzzy, and heart was pounding. This cannot be happening. I felt like a little girl giggling because she found out that her crush like her back. Well, cross off the giggling but I was excited. I was more than excited. I was freaking appalled, pleased, and calm. I didn't expect to do this. But then something changed. My nose hit the bittersweet, sour smell. I tried blocking it but it kept coming back, but this time it was stronger. I shook my head and tried telling Denis what was going to happen but he kept pulling me closer. I didn't want to hurt him.

"Denis..." I whispered. He made a hum sound and kept kissing me. "Denis...I-"

My eyes widen when I saw something. Denis' eyes weren't brown anymore. They were black. He opened his mouth and black liquid spilled from his mouth. Screaming, I punched Denis on the face and scrambled to the door. I swung the door open and ran downstairs.

"Serge!" I yelled. I swung open the front door and saw something that made my blood went cold.

"Hey boy," he smirked.

I felt a breeze behind me and someone whispered on my ear. "You smell good." I felt something hit the back of my head. As I was falling, I heard someone yelled.

"Eddie!"

Blackness took me.