How Not To Be A Werewolf (Editing)

Undead Is Just My Type

I woke to find myself lying fully clothed, with my face planted firmly in the soft embrace of fresh bedsheets.

What the fuck happened?

I lifted my head up from the pillow to look around, somehow it felt heavier than normal. I took in the untidy mess that was my bedroom. A pile of dirty clothes by the end of my bed, various books and pieces of homework scattered around - and a certain blonde-haired vampire sitting on my floor playing Top Trumps.

"Kian?"

He looked up at hearing my voice, threw the cards down and smiled, showing off his fangs.

"Alec, how are you feeling?" he asked.

"Like shit," I replied as I sat up. "What the hell happened?"

I was still drawing a frustrating blank.

"Quite a lot, to be honest," Kian said, "You, ah, attacked Jonathan. Got beat up pretty badly in the process."

So, that's my head felt like it didn't belong to me...

"I'm gonna guess that I won, unless this is all a really vivid dream?" I said.

"Huh. You know, I'm touched that you think you would dream about me," Kian replied, "But, no, this is real. You really did beat Jonathan."

But, how?

That was the question now running through my head. Jonathan was much more in control of his transformation was. I mean, he was able to partially transform at will. I had only been able to do it when under serious pressure.

The memory loss was also a problem.

"We're not sure how you managed to transform like that," Kian replied.

He was reading my thoughts, and as much as it was a violation, I was glad that I didn't have to ask the question out lous. In my head it sounded almost rational.

"What about the others?" I asked, "Was everyone else okay?"

I was really hoping that nothing else had fucking happened. It didn't really matter that I barely knew them, I was worried for my friends.

If they were still my friends.

I hoped so.

"They're okay," Kian confirmed, "Jekyll was knocked unconscious, but he got away with three broken ribs, a broken leg and a nice bruise on his face. Victoria's been looking after him at her place. She managed to contact The Council to get us out of the cave. Grace has been in the park sulking. She thought you might be dead. I think she kinda likes you."

"She's dead, and not really my type," I said without thinking.

"Technically, I'm dead too," Kian replied, "Although, I'm glad that I'm not."

"Not dead?" I asked him, "Or, not my type? Because only one of those is true, let's be honest."

Kian didn't answer. He just stood up and walked over to sit next to me on the bed.

"You know, I asked to be given your case, not just because of Jonathan and me stopping him from killing you. I had been watching you for a while. I was intrigued by you. You were neck-deep in our world without even realising it. After I saved you that night I wanted to help you. I felt like I owed you something, I guess."

"Kian, if anything, I owe you. You saved my life, you owe me nothing."

Kian shook his head, "No, " he said seriously, "I do owe you something, something you gave me that I never returned."

"What's that?" I asked confused.

I barely got a chance to finish speaking when I felt Kian's lips crash into mine. They were slightly cold. It was passionate, unexpected and really fucking hot. I had never had a kiss like that before.

As Kian pulled away I was left flushed and slightly breathless. Kian was not. I had to envy the fact that as a vampire he didn't need to take a breath. It seemed to me like he had an unfair advantage.

Undead bastard. Although, I had to admit, he really was my type.

I knew Kian had heard my thoughts, as he smirked at me knowingly.

"Undead really is your type," he smiled.

We spent the next half hour talking as Kian filled me in on the finer details of my scuffle with Jonathan. He had been arrested by The Council, although, I was still being put on trial for breaching the conditions of my release. That would be set for tomorrow, now that I was awake.

What a bloody week!

I wouldn't change what happened for anything, though. I had found new friends, new love, and a whole new way of life. Being a werewolf still wasn't something I was used to, but I sure could get used to it. With a little help from Kian.

I still had to figure out how to control my anger. I was sure it was the key to my transformations. But, right now, I was just happy to be alive.