Hungry, Like A Wolf

Chapter 5

Dont mind the mistakes, all i have wordpad. but i hope you like it.

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I went into a dreamless sleep. But I was woken up to soon but caleb. I watch him. He didnt know i was awake yet, so he tried to be as quites as he could. I looked at him, studying every scar on his body, the way his black hair fell in front of his green eyes. I have to admit he had a good body. Scratch that he has a sexy body. But when we were kids he was, i would say pudgy. But thats why i loved him.

Our parents became friends when they came to America. His parents needed help, but they saw more in my parents. And thats how we became best friends. But in that time it wasnt proper for boys and girls to be bestfriends. But we were inseperable. As I said Caleb Penn was a very pudgy boy, but when he hit fifteen, he grew. I mean he grew. But we both grew

The summer we turned fifteen, was when we 'matured'. We had also spent that summer apart. He went somewhere to visit family, while we stayed home. And when he came back he was 6'3 hottie. I changed to, but in womenly ways. I got taller around 5'7, and i grew in the chest area. Alot. My father wouldnt really outside when he saw the changes.

But when Caleb came back it was a few days before i got to see him. We went to his house to see them. When i saw him I didnt know it was him, apparently he didnt know it was me. But when he saw my eyes he ran for me. We saw the differenced in eachother and we liked them. So did every male that lived in our town.

Every guy had been jelouse of Caleb, because he and his family were really close with our family. I had been asked my hand in marriage all the time. But my parents wanted the eldest daughter-Clemece- to get married first. My sisters were a little jelouse of me, moslty Clemence and Charity. Since they were the eldest. At the time Charity was sixteen while Clemence was seventeen. Now I'm seventeen and not married. Oh how mother is mad.

I was more 'mature' than my sisters. Now that i think about it, they were all A cups while i was a C on the verge of D. Me and Adrian got the Russian genes, while my sisters got the french genes. They had thin body's, while I had a thick body. I wouldnt say thick, I just had more curves. I was the misfit child. I am a different body type, somewhat different hair, no freckles. I had beaty marks.

But the one thing i loved about me was my hair. It was long, all the way to my lower back. It was dark brown, close to black. Which made me look edven more pale. Since I was different nationalities that made me more interesting.

Caleb felt me looking at him "Your up?"

Nodding my head he came and layed by me, his arms engulfing me. "See something you like?" Rasing a eyebrow.

"Maybe." I said with a smile, laying my head on his chest.

He put my face in his hands, looking deep in my eyes. Leaning in he kissed me. It was a soft light kiss, but he deepened it. Biting my bottom lip so he can deepen the kiss even more. I let him. Suddenly I was on my back. I let out a little giggle, I felt him smile against my lips. Hands roaming all over my body. His lips moved to my jaw line then down my neck, to my collarbone. He nibbled on my neck, but suddenly i felt a pain on my neck. He started breathing faster. I knew where this was going, and i didnt like it.

I tried to push him off."Ow Caleb stop." He wouldnt stop. I felt more pain near my collar bone this time. "Caleb stop." He wouldnt stop. Rasing my voice i told him "Caleb stop!" Pushing him off me, he got it, he knew he was going too far. One minute i was looking in his eyes, the next he was across the room.

He was on the ground holding his chest, breathing heavy. I went over to him. "Shh, its okay." Rubbing a soothing hand on his back, trying to calm him down. It took atleast five minutes.

"Caleb look at me." He wouldnt look at me. So i took his chin in my hand, making him look. I drank in his features. His face pale more than usual, he was skinny, those green eyes were dull more black than green.

"You need to feed. Now." I got up looking for clothes when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"No I'm good."

"No your not. What time is it?" Looking at the clock it read 1:30 a.m. Yeah there were plenty of drunks out still.

"Get dressed." He didnt move. I looked at him, my mothering instinct came over. "Caleb Adman Penn i swear to god you dont get dressed and out that door I will hurt you." Putting a hand on my hip, making me seem intimidating. IT but have worked, because he did. But not before letting out a sigh and mumbling to himself about me being a 'mother hen', ohh well he can deal with it.

"Hey Caleb." He looked at me. "Have you seen my really old jeans?" I was starting to panic. I loved those jeans, I've had them since the 60's

"Which ones?"

"The one's I've had since like 1960"

"Ugh Sybil that narrows that down." Rolling his eyes.

"Fine. The ones I got at WoodStock." Smiling. "From Bob Marks' van." My smile huge. "His girlfriends jeans."

Shaking his head "You can remember when you got them, where you got them, and who. But you cant remeber were you put them?"

Nodding my head yes. He rolled his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose. His thinking pose. "Top draw."

I looked there and what do you know, there they were. Looking at Caleb, i grabbed his arm "Come on blood sucker, lets get chu some food." And we were off."