When would we stop? Or would we ever stop?
So many questions but never any answeres.
We finally did stop but I still didn't know where we where exactly, we had been driving for at least five hours.
I was pulled by my arms but I had enough power to fight so Grey gripped my ankles and James gripping my wrists.
They carried me to a large house but not quite a mansion.
The giant double oak doors where opened by a blond haired girl, she had ridiculously short crop top with black leggings. Another girl with red hair and a couple of freckles, she lurched towards me. I flinched and she laughed at me, that was it, I kick George in the chest. He fell to the floor then I pulled James to the cold wooden floor as well.
The red head shut her gob and I turned to dash out of the door but already the blond had locked it. I spun around to check if there was any other way out. Instead of spotting a back door two giant wolves growling at me.
The one on the left was easily recognisable as the red head girl because the fur was red. Next to her was a lot bigger, so male, had brown fur like a dark chocolate.
The female nudged me harshly while the male paced by my side, constantly growling.
I was knocked into a large room covered in wallpaper which was torn and scratched by claws. No furniture apart from a tiny bed. I sat on it and jumped right off as it was just like daddy bears bed, concrete must have been used to make this.
Was I left to starve? I had been in here for about a whole day and night.
Speak of the devil, the door creaked open and a young boy was shoved in. "Eat!" Growled George Grey.
The boy was shaking and was cowering in the far corner. A delightful smell wafted over to my nose, I quickly shifted over to him. I noticed a slit in his wrist which was constantly dripping, each time it got to his elbow crease he would wipe it on his light blue shirt.
He whined, was he a werewolf but if he was why would he be cut and put in here?
I glared at his wrist with the blood reaching halfway to his elbow. The boy's hands where covering his face. I could see his scruffy copper hair hadn't been washed or combed for god knows how long ago.
The boy tightly closed his eyes and offered me his arm. I stared at it like a dog being given cat nip.
I gently parried his arm away but in the doing I had gotten blood on me. I went to lick it off but stopped just before the blood entered my mouth, I knew if I had this I would have to have the rest.
I stepped back and got rid of the spot on the thin blanket. I remembered something I had learnt in first aid class so I ripped a strip of cloth and dangled it in front of the boys face until he took it.
"Put it on your wrist to stop the bleeding." I suggested. He obeyed.
"I'm lee." The boy shyly mumbled.
Enthusiastic to meet this boy I introduced myself. "I'm Lola and I'm a-" he cut me off.
"Vampire, I know and I'm your meal." After saying this Lee must have regretted saying this as he backed even further into the corner.
"No, your innocent, you don't deserve to die. Are you a werewolf?" I added the question on or I would be curious until we I found out.
"Thank you for helping me and yes, I am a werewolf." He was less scared now so he crept forward only by a couple of inches.
"If so why are they trying to kill you?" Puzzled now.
"I'm weak, I'm no good to anyone." I could see his sadness in his bottle green eyes.
"Don't say that." I knew he could help me in some way and I can help him. "If you help me I'll help you, Lee!" I was excited for our adventures we were going to have and our new friendship.
"Ok! As long as I get out of here." He was happier now. Maybe I would be a good mother after all.
"Of course! How old are you Lee?" He looked ten but I was wrong as he told me he was eight. Oh well close enough.
"What's your gift Lola?" He was less tense now and was calmer around me.
"I can make people do things for me." What, I could have used it when-
Lee cut my thoughts off. "Then why didn't you use them then? Surely you could have helped yourself."
"I guess I need to be in the right state of mind to use it and if I did I would have never have met you." He had a big grin on his face hearing me say this.
"Won't you be hungry?" He mentioned.
"Yes but I'm not going to hurt you. I promise!" This was very true.
"And I promise I will help you as much as possible!" Lee jumped up and down.
"You should get to bed." I gestured to the bed. "I don't sleep."
"Thanks." He yawned and stumbled across the room.
Lee finally got to sleep after I told him practically my whole life story, I did miss some parts out though.
As I thought to myself in the dark room I thought some thoughts that would help me and Lee out of this hell hole.
Lee was an outcast. I knew this for a fact but what I didn't know is why he is an outcast. He definitely didn't seem weak mentally but how weak must he be to become a outcast of a pack which needs as much help as possible. Because I'm here.
