MIKAYLA
9 I calmly set down my cup of coffee. And I notice two things,one the girl whoever she was, was naked, and two Cameron was bleeding. I got up and looked at Cameron's wounds, and I knew, he was one of them. My enemy. My one weakness, Cameron is a werewolf. It explains last night, why he wasn't there why he hasn't said so much of a word to me in the last 3 days. I remain silent this whole time just calmly taking care of his wounds. Which were substantially bigger then what they first looked like.
It took me more then 2 hours to clean him up, and then I went to heal this chick and she wasn't there. Good, this gives me time to talk to Cameron.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered.
"What? That I'm some creature of the night running around the woods terrorizing people? Because you wouldn't believe me."
"Cameron, I'm your GUARDIAN ANGEL, I'm pretty sure I can handle anything that comes at me. What part of ANGEL did you not get when you were lying in your own blood in a battlefield that you should have died from?"
"And what part of I'm a werewolf did you not get? In case you haven't noticed, this isn't in any medical book. This isn't some disease that you can cure with your hands, this is fucking permanent!" He yelled at me.
"Werewolves are.......our enemy. My one thing I can't protect you from and yet you go and get yourself bitten. What am I gonna do now? How am I suppose to explain this?" I don't know why I'm mad, I just know I am. My hair turns a shade of red, my eyes turn a glowing purple, and I hover off the ground.
"How am I suppose to tell HIM that my punishment for you is screwed up? He is GOD Cameron, and he doesn't take lightly to mistakes. And where is that one chick? Her and I need to talk!!" As I calm down and my eyes stop glowing I see her cowering in the corner.
Isabelle
10. As Cameron opens his front door, I see a girl across the room drinking coffee, I automatically know who, and what she is. I can see her, the aura of perfectness glowing off her. As she gets up she pretty much ignores me, and she starts to set Cameron down and starts to take of his shirt. When it's finally off, she rubs her hands together. And they start to glow, and then she takes one finger and circles the largest opening, the one were I bite him and the tissue is wide open, it wasn't bleeding a whole lot but it would if left untreated. Slowly, after two minutes it started to knit back together. The muscle first, then the tissue, then finally then skin, all of this taking about 26 minutes. Then i remember I'm naked in a strangers house and I go and try to find a towel or some clothes. I look around their two-story house and I see everything is neat. Nothing is out of place. The floors swept, the blankets folded. I look in one of the rooms and I see a closet slightly open. I go in and find a pair of red lace panties on the floor, ew!!!! I step around them and I find a small dress hanging up In the dark corner, it's red, and torn to shreds at the bottom so that instead of coming all the way to the ankles it comes to about my knees. I find a pair of black skinny jeans that are cams. And I go back and I hear shouting, I run to the bathroom, and I swear I have never been scared of anything more then that girl right now. Her hair is like on fire and her eyes are glowing a purple. I scream and I run and hide in the corner, I suddenly know what's gonna happen, she's gonna attack.
Cameron
11. As I try and calm mikalya down, I notice Isabelle in the corner, scared and cowering in the corner. I go to her and she flinches away. I slowly and gently pick her up and carry her to my bed. I tuck her in and I go to explain what I know to mikayla. I walk into the living room and I see her crying. I sit next to her and rub her back.
"Shhhhh it's ok"
"I messed up didn't I cam?"
"Maybe, maybe not. I don't know anymore."
AN::::::kinda short sorry been busy with finals and all that, but I'm thinking about doing a mature side next, any feed back is awesome guys, love ya all.
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