Love at First Howl (on hold)

Chapter 6

Here I was whimpering like an idiot, though my leg hurt like hell it prohibited me from standing up. James had leaned over my quivering form and placed his hand over my head. His voice was stern and caring. But my leg hurt so damn much, I hadn't known I had scraped it. Guess that's what I get for reacting with my emotions. I looked up at him, his eyes wide in fear. I must've scared him.

"I'm sorry," I said. His body smelled freshly of cologne.

"It's okay, just here. Let me have your leg, errh um paw?" He said.

I giggled, and gently lifted my front paw in his direction. He slid his coat off, and picked up the bottom hem. His body toned, he wore the same exact clothes I had seen him wearing at school. He ripped off the bottom hem, creating a long cloth. He then wrapped my paw up, while I winced in pain.

"Must've happened when you were tumbling down the hill. Nasty tree roots and limbs can easily create this type of scrape. Had it happen to me once, but...well I was in the trees." He said looking up.

Once he finished wrapping my foot, he tightened it with one last forceful tug.

"Ow!" I said baring my teeth.

He just fell back laughing.

"Sorry, but we both knew that was coming. How else was I supposed to make it stay on?" He said in between laughs.

"You didn't have to pull so tightly!" I said aloud. I attempted slowly standing up. After a few moments of me shaking and wobbling I managed to stand up.

"You've got it?" James said.

"I can stand, if that's what you mean..."

"Good, so straight to business." He said sitting down in the grass with his knees pulled closely to him. He looked childish, in his stance.

"How do you know me?" He asked.

"Well..." I said sitting down a few feet away from him. "You see...we go to the same school."

I looked up at him, to see any change in his posture. But not a single movement changed. He just stared at me, in deep thought. After a moment of silence, he finally opened his mouth.

"Do I know you? Are we....you know.....friends?" He said cautiously.

I looked down at my paws, "I think we are. We don't have to be, you don't necessarily know who I am."

"What's you're name? Human name, I don't mean the name you wolves give to each other as a clan."

"Good, because I don't have one."

"You don't have a name?" He looked at me, curiosity in his eyes.

"Nor a clan," James stood up and walked to the nearest tree.

"No name, no clan. Now you've definitely put a target on your back. How the hell have you lived so long without any backup?"

"What about you? I've only seen you alone, where's your little colt?" I said looking deeper into his eyes.

"We playing Q and A now hmm? Okay we'll take turns. Since you answered mine. We'll ask one at a time."

"Why are you alone?" I ask.

"Uhh, well I'm a scout. I look around for any unwanted guests or threats and report back to my leader. Typically I would have a buddy, but since you're hurt I could've easily killed you if you tried anything. As for my question, are we friends? Like human friends?"

I nodded my head, and look down to my hurt leg. "If you knew who I was, human wise, what would you do?"

I looked up for any movement, but none was given. He just seemed to be more interesting in his feet than answering my question.

"I....uh...wouldn't know how to react. If we're good friends, there may be some conflicts. You know with my kind and yours...but I... I really don't know."

A moment of silence thickened our environment. Not a word was spoken nor a breath was taken. It was complete and utter silence. It was almost so bad that you could hear the heartbeats of each other. And yes vampires have hearts, they just have the thirst for blood. I looked around awkwardly, would I be able to run away if needed. No, my paw was too damaged for a risky leave.

"I'm scared to ask you, you're name. Would you tell me if I asked?" He finally said breaking the silence.

Should I tell him? If I do, won't it create tension between us? We wouldn't be friends, and he's.....well a good one. He's been there for me, especially when I needed him. But if I don't tell him it would eat at me for however long.

"I'll tell you one day," I said slowly.

"Just not tonight, eh? Well I guess that works. I never thought I'd be face to face with a wolf, nonetheless be talking or friends with one."

"You're telling me! Look at you! I thought you were a normal human, next thing I know you have fangs and claws."

James starts to laugh as he leans against the tree. His sweet laughter ringing, evading the silence of the night. "They're not that bad, quite handy when it comes to defending myself."

He slowly extends his nails and his fangs begin to come down. I stand up, slowly, from the pain in my leg.

"How's the leg?" He asked. Laughter overcome by concern.

"When did you start caring for a mutt like me?" I said smirking.

"I don't care, I was just...." He stops dead in his tracks, making me burst into laughter.

---James POV---

I don't care for mutts, but....her laughter. Due to my stumbling with my words she burst into a loud laughter. It seemed so cute and small. Wait cute? Why'd I say cute? She's not cute. With her soft ears and her deep dark brown eyes. Her slick brown fur that darkens the night. I couldn't stop the reddening in my cheeks. Yet she kept laughing, it made me smile. How could something so darkened by evil be so kind? Was she any worse than I? I myself have never kill a soul, but has she? I ran my hand through my hair, feeling completely embarrassed.

Looking around I noticed that it was around one in the morning, by the position of the moon in the sky. It was pretty late, but I was use to staying up anyways. I am nocturnal after all. From a distance away I heard a howl. Deep. Strong. Powerful. I looked frantically to the she-wolf. Her laughter gone, ears perked up, nose to the sky. She seemed to be in a deep zone. Oblivious to the surroundings we're in. Though the barks were now able to be heard, as well as howls, I couldn't understand a thing. Werewolves don't speak English unless they are using their minds and have you in their vicinity. Without being seen you couldn't necessarily be talking to anything.

The barks seemed to be getting louder and louder, by each passing second. The she-wolf, not moving a muscle. A few moments passed, then she sprang up. Her scruff rose straight up, and she lowered her head. She turned to me, and bared her teeth.

"Get into the trees, now!!" She snapped.

I didn't bother objecting her orders. I climbed up the tree, in a split second. Being as far up as I could, I peaked down. Looking down I could see the she-wolf baring her teeth, her small form surrounded by, one...two...no three other wolves. All bigger in size, they weren't in defensive positions. They had the numbers. They could easily get her in a quick lunge. She was a complete goner. How could I help? I was just one. Oh great, look at me now. The one vampire in the world that would probably risk his damn life for a she-wolf. A she-wolf that I don't even know the name of, that I may be friends with as a human.