6. MONSTER
“Werewolves aren’t real.” My voice shook as I tried to forget what had just happened.
“So you keep saying.”
After we both calmed down, we had come to a truce. My shirt was back on my body and his insanity was stuffed somewhere within the confines of his scary noggin. I sat on the ratty, broken couch with the one and only Christopher Bale across from me.
“Are you a… werewolf?” Almost hesitantly, I asked the question that had been running on replay through my mind.
“Yes, we are werewolves.”
“But werewolves aren’t real!” All but shouting, I stood and raised my arms with my tone. He did nothing but raise an eyebrow in return, and I blushed. Damn my tendency to get carried away, my conscious snarked, and I resisted the temptation to slap myself.
“Prove it.” Short and curt, I demanded he give me solid proof.
“Trust me when I say you don’t want me to do that.”
“Why not?” I challenged back, leaning forward. “Scared?”
“You’ll be dead by sunrise.”
“That’s reassuring,” I muttered, unable to think of a better response. What had I gotten myself into?
“Hey, you asked.” He held his hands up in defense, and another thought struck me.
“How did you make me a werewolf?” I coughed. “That is, how do you think you made me a werewolf?”
“I scratched you, accidentally.” Scoffing, I stared unconvincingly back at him. It hadn’t been a full moon when I had last looked to the sky, the other night.
“But it wasn’t a full moon last night.”
“You were out for three days.”
Three days? I panicked.
“Three –” Sputtering, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. “Three whole days?”
“You think you just get scratched, and then out of the blue morph into a giant dog? That’s not how it works, sweetheart.” A slight twang seeped into his voice on the ‘sweetheart’ bit and I realized that I knew basically nothing about Christopher Bale.
“But how did you, uh, turn me?” Going back on my original question, I awaited an answer. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I snuggled into the back of his couch. I tried to avoid breathing in the putrid smell, keeping a straight face as I waited for his answer.
“Being like me,” He paused. “It’s tricky. On the days leading up to the full moon, our bodies and minds become more primal; more animalistically based.”
“So I could just be walking along a sidewalk and tear someone’s face off?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” My mouth gaped open, and I stared at him in shock. How could he be so nonchalant about it all? He caught my bewildered stare, and spoke again. “Oh, and I have to tell you… Congratulations.”
“What?” Scrunching my eyebrows together, I wracked my brains for what there was to be happy about. “I didn’t do anything.”
“I said congratulations. You’ve finished your high school career.”
“What?” I repeated, my stomach dropping.
“You can’t be that stupid. I can’t let you leave. You’re dangerous.” Eyes sweeping over me, I shivered and avoided his emotionless gaze.
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Blood Waste
Hombres Lobo"With him, it wasn't exactly love at first sight. More like it wasn't love at first anything. I hated him so much I could die - but if only he allowed me to. So naturally, instead, I disappeared." Tori Eve...
