bound to the moonlight

Bound to the moonlight part 2

Amy

I sighed pushing my long sweaty hair back from my face as I looked into the grimy mirror of the girls changing room, I looked pale and had big dark bags under my eyes, I always looked ill after Marcus fed from me but a day or so and I would heal and then he would come over and feed from me again. I pulled my long dark hair up into a high ponytail and twisting the hair band off my wrist wrapping it tightly around my hair securing it up tight. Wincing as I saw the messy mark Marcus had produced on my neck. It was nearly gone now my wolf senses making sure of that but the little bruises remaining were still a ghastly reminder of the last night. He didn't need to do that but Marcus Seemed to like leaving a visible mark even though it was also his idea to feed primarily from my thigh. I had just finished today and was now killing time just waiting for everyone to be gone. Double games for the last two lessons of the day yuck! I hated sports not because I wasn't any good but really for the opposite, I hated pretending to be out of breath when in reality I could run all night and day without truly breaking a sweat. As well as the fact that segregated boys and girls and I seemed to be a little too rough for most girls games, and the fact that we were forced to play team games why couldn't we just go running or something I could run easily but netball that I couldn't get! I sighed again as I walked through the empty room to grab my bag. I headed out into the empty corridors and wandered unenthusiastically down the hallway. I had lingered on purpose like always hoping that the corridors would be empty, I didn't like being around the rest of the school if I didn't have to. I didn't like invasions in my personal space. Plus I had very little enthusiasm about being anywhere else so I didn't feel the need to battle through the scrum to get out.

I wrinkled my nose in distaste as I walked past the guys changing rooms and the scent of sweaty socks assaulted my nose I suddenly stumbled to a halt my nose twitching almost as if instinctively sensing something there. I turned to the closed door inhaling slowly and deeply frowning as my nose continued to twitch as though bothered by a persistent fly or something, I didn't understand but there was something there that wasn't right. I turned wanting to walk away but I couldn't move something about the scent sparked my curiosity and forced me to ignore my logic. I walked slowly across the corridor towards the door my nose still twitching from the foreign scent. I extended my hand and slowly pushed on the door which swung open. I suddenly let out a violent sneeze as the cheesy scent of feet and sweat hit me, how did all teenage boys manage to smell like sweaty socks. I could feel the subtle warmth and hear the movement further back among the rows of benches telling me someone was here. I took a deep breath and slowly took a step forward and another inching towards the sounds. I inched around the benches and saw Matthew hunched over vomiting hard onto the floor noisily his bare sweaty shoulders heaving, the air left my lungs. He was on all fours his fingers curling into the tile wearing only a pair of jogging bottoms that showed clearly how his limbs were twisting painfully beneath the thin fabric. I suddenly realised what that scent tingling my nostrils was it was a wolf scent, my brain seemed to jam unhelpfully as I tried to input everything I was seeing here, I gave my head a tiny shake a pathetic denial to myself. I took a deep breath I knew I should run out of the room and not stop until I was a hundred miles away, but I could remember this half shifts the agony as you very bones tried to snap and rearrange themselves while you had no clue how to deal with it. No idea what you could do to stop the pain. Trying not to breathe as that hurt too. But I was also pretty sure that he didn't know what was happening to him, as he clearly hadn't understood what I was, his instinct had clocked onto me but not his functioning brain. I was certain though of one thing that about now he was wishing to die just to make the pain stop. I bit my lip as I saw tears sliding from his eyes mingling with the sweat coating his skin.

"Matthew." I said gently he twisted to regard me through his curtains of dark greasy hair. He opened his mouth and looked at me his eyes pleading with me though he couldn't form any coherent words. I didn't know what to say there wasn't anything I could say to make this better and I knew it no matter what I said this would still hurt him the same. He suddenly closed his mouth without saying and doubled over again retching loudly as he twisted in pain. I bit my lip and made a decision I don't know if it was a sensible one or not but skirting carefully around the puddle of sick I dropped down onto the cold tiles next to him and reached over and began to gently rub his back which was drenched in sweat, Goosebumps popped up on my skin knowing this was dangerous to be this close to a rogue unprotected but as he coughed and dry heaved nothing left in his stomach to come up pity was more prevalent than fear. "It's okay." I muttered pointless words I know but not having had many comforting experiences in my life I wasn't really sure how to have one but that and making shushing noises seemed to be the common way to do it, or adopting baby talk and I'd refrain from that for as long as physically possible. I just sat there rubbing his back not knowing if it was helping or not but I really didn't know what else to do. Matthew heaved and coughed and suddenly scarlet blood spattered across the floor. I gasped as the scent of his blood hit me causing my fangs to suddenly elongate my wolf senses threatening to take charge, my bloodlust threatening to overwhelm me. I bit it down breathing through my mouth trying to suppress the urges that scent awoke within me, I needed to help him and I couldn't do that if I was snarling and licking his blood off the floor tiles. I sighed out loudly as my fangs receded slightly my blood lust under control as much as it ever was anyway I breathed slowly and deeply as my hands shook. I just rubbed my hand across his back firmly.