Wait...... What?!

Chapter 7

I slowly came back to consciousness when I felt a pair off arms squeezing me into a body. At first, I was startled, but then I realized it was only Xander. I looked at him, and he was already asleep.

"Damn, was I out for that long?"I whispered to myself, slightly angry at myself for letting myself sleep that long. But I sighed soon after. I was in paradise. Any other girl would be freaking out right now with happiness. Like "Oh my god, I'm so lucky. Werewolves are so cool. I'm going to have so much power. Just think, a hundred or more of my own little servants."

But that was them. Even my own best friends would probably be thinking those things. But I was more for things that I myself could work for. I hated having things handed to me. I preferred to do things by myself without any help then have to force my will onto other people. Even when it came to homework. Most kids would die to have a partner to split the work with. But even when offered, I would turn the help down and so the entire assignment myself.

But as THE Luna, I would be expected to have people do things to myself. I don't know if I'd be able to handle not being able to do anything for myself. Power was never something I was looking for. Yea, maybe a little money to get designer clothes, but not to be at the top.

I slid my arms under my head, looking up at the ceiling. Trying to clear my head. Maybe I could give it all up to help out Xander. I mean, this feeling I get when I am with him is amazing, though weird, it still is great. I'd probably miss it if I rejected him.

My thoughts were cut off. There was something sticky between my arms and my head, and I know for sure it isn't conditioner.

I slowly removed my hands from behind my head and looked at them. They were covered in something, but it was hard to see in the dark. I looked to the side, hoping there was a lamp on my side of the bed. I swung my arm around slowly above the table next to the bed until I found a lamp. I turned it on and realized right away what was on my arms.

Blood.

The gash on the back of my head was bleeding. I had forgotten all about it. I looked at Xander, who had shifted slightly after I turned on the light, but was still sound asleep. Luckily, he had loosened his grip around my stomach, so I was able to slide out of bed and rush to the bathroom.

Which was another one of the bad ideas of the many that I had been having lately. My vision almost immediately went black, and my head was more than fuzzy now. I tried to find a wall to lean against, but it was too late. I had lost to much blood already and...

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Xander's POV

I had left the room to try to find some kind of clothing for Violet to wear when she was done in the bath. Luckily, she had woken me up to get a towel. Otherwise, I probably would have kept her waiting longer than I am now.

"Lucy," I yelled as I pounded on her door, "are you in there?"

"Yes X, come in," She replied. I opened the door and stepped in.

"I need pajamas for Violet, I figured you were the person to come to," I stated, looking around the room.

"And please don't argue, I'm in a hurry," I continued. She rolled her eyes at me and walked into her closet. A few minutes went by before she returned out of it, with a small pile of clothes in her hand.

"Pajamas are on the bottom, but I added a pair of clothes for tomorrow when she gets up, being that hers are pretty torn up," Lucy said, but just as I expected, she didn't hand over the pile.

"Now what?" I asked, anger already starting to pile up inside me.

"Say you're sorry," She said, smirking at me.