A Werewolf's Demise

Chapter 16: Greeting Death

The next morning I woke up wet in a pool of my own sweat from a horrible nightmare. I sat up and realized I was in my own room, uncovered myself and looked at my phone. It was six forty-two. I thought I saw someone in the dark corner of my room. I then ran to turn on the light. my shirt felt almost too wet. I looked down and found a dark red ooze almost black all over me and my bed. How did I get here? And Where did this stuff come from?

I felt something crawling on my chin. I wiped it and realized it had been dripping from my own mouth. This stuff had a metallic taste and it was unlike anything I have ever tasted. Then I felt very nauseated almost like I was on a boat. I ran to the bathroom as quick as my feet would take me. I then started to projectile vomit the dark red ooze. I heard someone run in the bathroom behind me. But my head was glued to the toilet and was too sick to turn around.

"Aw Alex!" Derek rubbed my back then grabbed my hair and held it back.

I finally finished puking it was awkward puking in front of a guy you like. I stood up and wiped my mouth and coughed a little. I walked over to the sink and washed my face and looked in the mirror. My skin was pale like I got my tan by the moon. I had dark under eyes and it looked as if I hadn't slept for months.

"What's happening to me? What is this blacked red looking stuff? And Where is coming from? " I said frantically pointing to my grey shirt that is now dark grey almost black.
He was sweaty and nervous. He was not himself.

"Impossible" He gasped in shock.

He then ran over to his cell phone, his hand was shaking and covered in dark red ooze from my mouth.
" Hey, we have a problem!"

I heard the breaking in his voice and I knew something went horribly wrong. I could barely hear the other person on the phone.

"Alright I'll be there!" He said hanging up the phone and slamming it down.

"Who was that? And what's wrong? " I asked. I was worried about Derek. I never saw him like this.

Derek wiped his eyes with frustration. "Ashely-she's a family friend"

I put my hand on his shoulder."Sorry if I'm
bugging you"

I noticed he looked rather pale and he was sweating.

"Alex, no don't think that!" he began nervously walking back and forth.

I then noticed he started to act a little strange. "Derek you alright?"

It took him a second to respond."yeah I'm fine."

All of the sudden I felt queasy almost like I was on a boat. I ran to the bathroom and started to vomit more. I was scared I don't know what this dark red stuff is. It's not blood because blood is like 100 shades lighter. What's happening to me?

Brett walked into the bathroom and saw me puking in the toilet.

He slowly walked out of the bathroom gagging and fanning his face. "Uhh-What the hell is that!"

Derek plopped on the bed and sighed."It's werewolf blood"

" what! How? How did this even happen? Why is it in her system? Cause there is no way she is a friggin werewolf! No way!" he rambled through his thoughts.

"We have to get her to Ashely!" Derek scrambled to get his things.

"Derek you don't look so good." Brett said.

"I don't know what is wrong but it doesn't feel right but, don't worry about me worry about her." He said softly.

Brett pointed my direction. "Well, what about her?"