Cats And Dogs [Cashby]

23

Alan

I wake up to sunlight forcing my eyes open. Well that's a good sign.

I scrunch my nose up and open my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I'm back home with Austin sleeping softly, still as a wolf, next to me.

I sit up, almost every joint cracking, and look around the room. I notice a familiar sent and it makes me want to gag. I smell like a dog. Why of all things do I smell like a dog?

My memory slowly regains itself as I remember laying underneath Austin in the warehouse when he fucking drooled on me. Disgusting.

I get up to go wash away the smell of dog, but when I get in the bathroom my own reflection catches my eye.

I'm pale as the sink itself and both my eyes are darkly bruised. I run my finger over one of the rings and wince a bit in pain. There's about three stitches running down my jawline and I sigh, pushing hair out of my face to reveal more bruises. I pull back my bloodied T-Shirt and admire the puncture wounds that are the exact shape of Shayleys fangs. What are those small black vein looking marks cascading off of it? Probably just an infection. Vampires are nasty.

I huff and turn around to Austin standing in the doorway in his human form.

I don't think he saw Shayley's bite and I don't think he ever needs to.

He's leaned against the doorframe with a very indistinct look in his eye that looks distant as he looks at me.

"Sorry," he says quietly.

"For?" I ask, turning back to the mirror.

"You know what," he says, walking into the room.

"Do I?" I ask, walking over and turning on the shower.

He stays silent and I walk back over, running over the scratches on the palm of my hand and lean against the counter and staring up at him.

"You killed him," I say barely above a whisper. "He meant the world to you and you killed him for me. Why?"

"Because at the sight of you laying on the ground in a pool of your own blood I learned that I didn't love him. I loved the memory of him," he says. "I was looking past the insanity, and clinging to the memory of who he used to be."

I bite my lip as the room fills with steam.

"Austin, Alan?" Alex walks up behind Austin with a yawn.

He's not wearing a shirt and a deep purple and yellow bruise runs down his side. Nothing but guilt fills me as I look up at his eye swollen shut and deeply bruised. This is my fault.

"Morning," I squeak, looking away from him.

He sighs. "Don't blame yourself, Alan."

Austin nods in agreement and I roll my eyes.

"Bad habit, I guess," I mutter, sort of to myself.

"Interesting.." Alex says, narrowing his eyes at me. "Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know that breakfast is ready."

"Thanks, Alex," Austin mumbles.

Alex hums before walking back the way he came.

"I'll meet you downstairs, yeah?" Austin asks.

I nod and push myself up off the counter as he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

I sigh, taking one last glimpse​ at my reflection before going to wash out the awful smell of dog off me.