My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Two

I heard them at the bottom of the stairs before they made it to the apartment door. Loud squeals and giggles from Abby, Andy's work college. Abby was as model as you can get. Beautiful, tall, tanned, skinny and very bitchy. Me on my period, as Andy would put it. Though I didn't quite know whether I liked being compared to Abby. But I let it slide. I am a much laid back sort of girl who tries not to let many things get to me. It was the only way I could happily survive in this cruel, hypocritical, judgmental and P.C world. OK so maybe I have a little bit of an issue with society, but then, who doesn't?

Once I got off the phone with Andy, I decided to change into something more comfortable and minimal. The air conditioning for the apartment decided not to work during the hottest summer ever recorded in history for London. Mr. Williams, Andy's father, was getting it fixed so for the mean time we just have to roll around in next to nothing. Fine by me.

I changed into a tight, thin, black tank top that showed off my tattoos and paired it with a pair of faded cutoff jeans. I am rather fond of my tattoos. They cover the top half of my left arm with swirling colour of pastel flowers and butterflies. It carried onto the most part of my shoulder. My secret garden I call it. And it is also another "fuck you" to society.

The door swung open and Abby walked in with a disapproving look on her face. "I see you have made yourself presentable for Cain."

"I'm not intending on making much of an impression Abby."

"I can tell," she sneered as she strolled her six foot frame into the room with the wolf following closely behind.

Holey fuck. "It's you," I gasped, struggling to keep my cool.

"Nice to see you again," he flashed his pearly whites at me. In the better lighting of the apartment, I could tell that the shirt was in fact yellow. I could also see that his six foot two slender masculine body had a nice golden summer glow and his blonde hair was remarkably streaked with gold and silver. Could he get any more beautiful? He belongs on T.V or at least a magazine cover sporting sexy men.

"Do you two know each other?" asked Andy as she walked through the door, followed by the guy I had seen her talking to at the bar earlier that night. She looked between the wolf and I questionably.

"Uh, we briefly met outside the club," I said, not taking my eyes off the wolf.

"Yes. Varnie here wasn't feeling too well and I thought it best to make sure that she was ok," he said, with a cute boyish grin on his face.

"Well Varnie this is Cain, Cain this is Varnie," said Andy.

"Savannah," I corrected.

"Nice to meet you officially, Savannah," said Cain, still wearing that smile.

"Likewise," I said sarcastically. I didn't trust the stranger. He was hiding a big secret and he was what legend would say, a beast, a monster and a very dangerous man. I don't know much about Werewolves, but what I do know from what I had been taught at school and in fiction books, I don't want to be around one come a full moon.

There were so many questions that I needed to ask Cain about what had happened earlier that night. And that big question. What am I? What did he mean by that? Last I checked, I was a human girl. God I hope that still stands.

"We should get acquainted," said Cain, as if he was reading my mind.

"Yes we should," I replied, "we can go to my room and talk." Andy raised her perfectly arched eyebrow at me. She knew something unsaid was going on between us, because I never invite strangers to my bedroom, but she didn't ask. She knew she wouldn't get an answer from me. I would eventually tell her when I knew what to tell her. And to be honest, it wasn't like I knew exactly what was going on myself.