Furs & Fangs: A Complicated Love Story

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

       I sat there waiting in my car for Patrick in the parking lot, wondering where the heck was he? All of a sudden he came bolting down the pathway from the school and hopped in the car. His eyes were huge and he kept looking around as if he were being followed.

      "Whats your problem? You look like you just saw a ghost! And your a vampire for gods sake!" I said.

       "Elsie, there are werewolves here! Didn't you see them?"

       I shrugged."Yea, i saw them. Why?"

       He looked at me like I was high or something. "Um, because they're, like, our enemy!And there in our school! Your not the least bit worried there going to cause trouble?"

       "Please, Patrick! You and I both know we could take those bozos down anytime. And besides, I already talked to them at lunch today. As long as we stay out of their business, they'll stay out of ours. Simple. Now, other then that how was you day?"

       He ignored my question and stayed on the other topic. "Elsie, normally you'd be the one acting hysterical right now. How on earth can you not be the least bit worried? This morning you were freaking out about fitting in with the humans, and now you could care less about a pack of werewolves that live right outside our door? The woods are right in our backyard for God's sake!" He just shook his head as he looked out the window, now driving out of the school. "I honestly don't get you sometimes, Elsie..."

       I sighed and whispered to myself "No one really does..."

       It was true, I still wanted to fit in with the people. I wanted to go out with "the girlies" on Friday nights, i wanted to have sleepovers without wanting to eat my guests, I wanted a friend other then my brother. And like I said earlier, I wanted to be in love. The only bad part was I was already forming an attraction to someone who was completely not right for me. It was like one of those "Look but Don't Touch" things. How I could dream all I wanted, but it would never change the facts.

       And I guess that's why I wasn't as afraid of the werewolf pack here as I should be. They saw me more of an annoyance then a fatal threat. Maybe they sensed the good in me? The type that most vampires didn't have? What made me different, unique, even for my own kind? I guess I would never know where I truly belonged if I was a misfit among misfits.

       Once we got home I started unpacking all of my things for my room, not even bothering to talk to my parents about the day. They would find out about the werewolves sooner or later, but they didn't need to know right  now. If they they discovered I had even interacted with them in school today, the possibly of a re-pack and move out could be possible by tomorrow. We vampires were pretty quick on moving. Which I hated.

       As I was putting some of my books away into my bookshelf, such as Romeo & Juliet, Little Women, and Dracula (It was kind of a joke more than a favorite read), I came across this old book on werewolves I didn't even know i had. I put my pile of books down and plopped on my bead with the book in my hands.

       It was tan leather with old styled paper and writing. There were multiple pictures of werewolves and information on everything there was to know about them.  It was the general stuff, all about packs an the positions of the alphas. There was stuff on the different types of packs in North America and all over the world, and how the pack works as a team. They are loyal to one another and there moon was a sign to let them no they weren't alone. Some how, they were all connected to one another, and they all looked out for each other.

       Huh. I wish vampires could be more like that, more ffriendly and supporting of one another. Instead we're categorized as being judgmental, selfish, and only looking out for ourselves. We wanted to be perfect, to be rich, have high style of living. We weren't meant to be here, we're supposed to be dead. I wasn't supposed to be here, I should be dead.

       But I never felt like this. My parents, yes, and my brother sometimes. I'veseen plenty of other rich and wealthy vamp boys too to know where this was coming from. But all I've ever wanted was to be me. I just wanted to live life normally and be happy, the simple good life. My dream was to live out on a farm with a loving and caring husband. We'd have 3 kids, and  there would  be a lake with a tire swing in our back yard that we would use every lazy summer. We'd have a loyal dog and we'd just be happy to be with each other.

       Trust me when I say the only thing that's kept me "alive" for so long was just looking at the stars each and every night and just hoping and wishing that someday my dream would come true...But, it never will.

       As I was turning the pages in the book, lost in my thoughts, i herd a tap on my window. I looked at it, and nothing was there. I shrugged and went back to reading. Suddenly my stomach starting churning, feeling light and fluttery. Images of Jack swirled in my head. Oh God.

       There was another tap on the window as I saw a small rock being thrown at it. I through the book to the side and hopped off the bed. I creaked open the window silently, so now one else would hear. And of course, he was standing below with an armful of pebbles in his hand.

       "Ok, what the hell do you want now wolf boy?" I hissed.

       "I came to say hi again!" he said, his face beaming with happiness.

       "Are you crazy?! Your on our territory now, if you didn't notice. I thought we had an agreement!"

       He shook his head. "Territory, Shmerritory! I had to come and see you."

       "But why?" I tried to sound annoyed, but I really have no idea how I sounded. I was so happy yo see him again! I mean, I shoudn't  be, but my gut told me to be.

       " 'Cause I like you Elsie. More than you know! I can't control it either. It just is what it is, and I'm not ashamed of it!"

       OK, i was totally lost right now. "Ashamed of what, exactly?"

       "Let me come up and I'll explain! Please!"

       Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh. I was not doing this. I was not about to let a werewolf in my room. "Um...sure, i guess." I was. Oh god. What was I doing?

       After that he just smiled as he some how managed to make it up to my bedroom window. Once he lept in he looked around and smiled at a design I had painted on the wall earlier. "Nice. You did that?"

       "Um, well ya. I kind of like to piant. Its no  big deal, really."

       He stared at the painting as if it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. "I like paintings. I think they're the most beautiful forms of art. I wish I could paint like you!"

       "Oh, well thanks Jack. But seriously, why are you here? I mean, you shouldn't be here all."

       He looked back at her as if that was such a simple answer. "Because I wanted to see you. I know something you don't, and I think it might explain a lot. I just hope your not freaked out or anything, and I honestly just want you to understand. So please, just hear me out."

       I rolled my eyes. This better be good. 'Cause honestly, if he didn't get right to the point I might have to kill him myself before I become lost in his mesmerising eyes.

       "Elsie, as you know I'm a werewolf. Obviously. But I don't know if you know this, but in some piont of a werewolveslife, they acquire a mate. A soul mate, someone who will love you till the end of your time. They know they've found each other when they feel a pull towards each other. They got lost in each others eyes, and they can sense one an others presence. Elsie?"

       Jack was now a few inches away from my face as things began to click, and my eyes widened with understanding.

       "You are my mate, Elsie Amber."