A Tainted Love

Chapter One

It had been two days since my brother had turned into a werewolf. He still lost his temper every now and again; I had the scars to prove it, but he was learning. He would react at the smallest things. I told him to wash the dishes and he got mad, started screaming at me saying it was my turn and totally went all wolf on me. He had jumped on me before he could catch himself. He left a long scratch down my arm, but it was healing. He had been instantly sorry afterwards, but I had heard of werewolves that never learned how to control their abilities.

I didn't know how, but I knew I needed to find another werewolf who could help my brother. I hated the idea, but I didn't want my brother to drive himself mad with this "disease" as my village people called it.

I brought forth the idea to my brother. "Brett, I've been thinking about this and I think that we should find you another werewolf, one who can control himself, and have him to teach you how to control your anger." I saw my brother's fists clench, a sign he showed when he was getting frustrated.

"Hannah, I can't even believe you would suggest that. The wolf could turn on you or me and kill us both. Werewolves cannot be trusted. Don't bring it up again." He said, walking outside to try and calm down. I sat down in one of our kitchen chairs and stared after him.

I had missed work these past few nights, too worried about Brett to leave. I didn't know how he would react if someone stopped by, his rage so uncontrolled, he would snap like a twig. I decided I would head into town to work tonight, but would cut it short. I could not make the mistake of leaving my unstable brother for too long.

I could still remember the consequences of my last mistake. My brother told me, warned me of what could happen, but I didn't believe him. I lost my virginity because of my rebelliousness. My brother had been furious and threatened to go after the man that caused me this pain and I had to remind him that the man was already dead.

"He could still be alive, you never know with werewolves. I just left him there, wanting to get you home as soon as possible. When I went back for the body after waking up he was gone." He said all the time whenever I told him the man was dead. I didn't argue with him after that because for all I knew he could be telling the truth.

Every night before I went to bed I could always see that monster's face in my dreams and behind my closed eyes. It haunted me, disturbed my every thought. I would never have a happy ending, never see my brother find love, or even I, myself, would not find love. No one would want a spoiled woman. I was tainted, stripped of my gift to my husband. I wouldn't know of anyone who would, or could ever want me. I would be scorned if the village found out. I had to make sure that didn't happen.

My brother and I were poor; everything we owned could not even fill a suitcase. If we got kicked out of the village and our home, we would have nowhere to go and with little to take. I hoped no one would find out, it would be the end of our lives as we knew it.

I hear someone clear their throat before moving to stand over me. I clear my head of my thoughts and look up into my brother's brown eyes. He looked so cute.

"I'm sorry for getting angry earlier. I don't know why, but it's easier for me to get mad and lose my temper, but I do not want to lose you. I hope you'll forgive me sis." He says. I smile at him before wrapping him up in a hug.

"I forgive you." I say. "I also have a question to ask. I have to work tonight, so I was wondering if you wanted to go with me until my shift was over or meet me at the edge of town when my shift was over?" I asked him.

Brett thought about it for a moment, I could see the indecision on his face before he finally figured out his answer. "I will meet you. I don't want to be around people right now. You smell good to me, so I need to watch myself and not over do it, and the best way to do that is to stay at the edge of town. Sorry if you wanted me to come with you in town." He says. I shake my head, insisting that if thought avoiding town was best, than that is what we would do.