The Traitor (The Third Wheel's spin-off)

Chapter Two: Early birds don't last long

Picture: A small part of the Island of the Culprits

I woke up the next morning feeling perfectly safe, as if I was a mindless human who finally found peace of mind under stronger creatures' protection. 

Ah! Who am I kidding? I am not a human who's being sheltered from the outside world. I am a foolish werewolf in disguise who just entered enemy's realm. I am a threat to these vampires, although they are not aware of it.  

Yet. 

Given the charming relationship our mutual species have been entertaining for the last centuries, I don't think they would simply kill me if they were to find out about my true nature. My death would undoubtedly be slow. Very slow.

Better not to think about it. Let's think about something else. Unicorns, for instance. Yeah, unicorns are great. 

I was so tired yesterday, after my first confrontation with the Huserdown's family, that I don't remember much about what happened after Malik dismissed me with a mere nod. 

Asshole. 

I know I obediently followed Serena into my new room, nodding to everything she was saying without actually listening. 

Shit. I hope she didn't tell me important stuff. What is she told me about rules I must always follow if I don't want to go to the grave just yet? What if I unknowingly do something forbidden in the future? Will my ignorance be forgiven?

What's the saying already? Ignorance of the law is no excuse. 

Right. 

Scoffing, I sit at the corner of my bed, which is surprisingly comfy, and start changing into fresher clothes. There's no doubt I need a good shower, but there's only a small sink and a toilet in the room. They say the salary is good, but it seems that the accomodation is pretty basic: a small bedroom with a single bed, a sink, a wardrobe and a toilet. No shower stall, no windows and no desk. As a werewolf, I grew up in the woods, so I don't need much,  but the absence of a bathroom here is pretty weird. I guess I will inquire about it later. 

I retrieve my watch from pocket, since I can no longer use my phone to know the time here. They confiscated it, saying I no longer need it now. Of course, I don't care much about the phone, as I don't have anyone to call anyway, but still, it was a pretty creepy thing to do. 

 Oh, so it's four in the morning. No wonder I feel so rejuvenate:  it's been years since the last time I have slept four hour straight. Living on your own, in the woods or in the streets does that to you.

The woods. Sometimes, I have brief flashes of my life as a werewolf, in the woods. I wasn't much of a fighter, but I was a hell of a runner. Almost as quick as Kyle. 

Don't cry.

I refresh myself the best I can, putting a black pant and a white chemise on. After giving it some thoughts, I decide against wearing a tie. I hope my outfit looks professional enough. Serena hasn't told me if there is a strict dressing code. 

Or maybe she has, but I wasn't paying attention. Sue me.

I look at myself in the oval mirror above the sink. Plain looking. Ordinary. Average. That's the words most commonly used to describe me, and over the years I've come to accept the truth they carry.

You know these boyxboy stories where Character A, a nerd with average looks, has a crush on Character B, a handsome bad boy who is almost always a bully?

Well, that's what differentiates fiction from reality:

In fiction, Character A turns out to be much more appealing than he gives himself credit for.