Sou Shattered Chap. 1: First Bite
Ok. So, this is a book I'm writing, and hope to get published. PLEASE commet--let me know that you think! And keep inmind that this isn't the final draft.
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I looked out of the bus's window and stared at theforest that linedthestreets. I longed to be in them, to run in them. The forest was the one place I could be my true self, and to be with my Pack. Absent mindedly, I imagined myself running through those woods with a speed only a werewolf can perfect, but I knew this could not be, not until schools over.
I sighed. Tonight is a full moon, which I'm excited about, but . . . that was at night. And I really didn't want to wait that long. And Iwasn't going to see my Pack until the night time; I might as well spend my time with one of my best friend, Darren. I'm sure he's dying to hang out.
I felt a push in my head, like someone was trying to enter.
Chris? A voice said faintly. It took me awhile to realize it was my Pack. There was an edge to the voice, a hint of worry. It was Kora speaking. His concerned tone sent a panic-spike through me, twisting its way to my thoughts.
Kora, Is there something wrong? What happened? I asked; I could feel my worry snaking its way through our connection to the receiver.
Huh? Oh, I was about to ask you the same thing, He said, sounding less worried--as if my voice brought comfort to him.
Oh . . . I'm just a little worried about Darren. I said, and then cut our connection. I really didn't want to think about that damn fight yesterday. The whole reason the fight started is ridiculous.
There was another voice I was hearing, but this one wasn't inside my head. I turned around to see Darren staring at me.
"Come on, Chris. You said you'd come over after school," He said, making that cute puppy-dog face I loved. That won me over quickly.
Usually when Darren wanted something from me, he'd give me his famous puppy-dog face, and that'd win me over in a heartbeat. God, did he look so adorable when I did that, but his puppy face could never compare to my Mate's puppy face.
The thought of him sent a painful shock through my heart, momentarily stopping it. God did that hurt. His absence had left an empty, lonely place in my heart. I guess that's what I get for being Blood Bonded to my Mate, and I wouldn't trade that for anything else.
I kept a straight face, hiding my pain from Darren.
"Ok!" I laughed. "I'll come over, as long you don't wet yourself," I said.
His brows furrowed at my comment; but then he grinned.
The bus finally arrived at the school, just a few minutes before the last bell rang. The bus driver opened the door; a cluster of students trailed into the school. They went to their lockers and friends, while Darren and I snuck into our "hide out" on the school roof.
When we got up there, Darren went to one of the chairs that over looked the doorway and sat, while I went to the railing, staring out into the beautiful, serene forest. It was going to be awhile until this last period ended; so that gave us some time to kill.
Looking out, I say a bustle of people entering and leaving the school's parking lot. The sun cast golden sunlight across the school; the sky way bright and full with blue.
But as my mind started churning, I couldn't seem to focus on the sky. My mind was on other things.
I looked over at Darren and winced when I saw the light purple bruise on his cheek. My mind started romancing over the fight yesterday. Darren was being taunted for having a gay friend (Tristan) and being accused of being a fag--well, he was until I stepped in 100 pissed off. Ok, there are two things I won't tolerate: One, taunting my friends and two, homophobia. My anger started bubbling in quick hot flashes toward the stupid jerks that make fun of him. Jocks. Go figure.
"Chris," Darren warned. It wasn't until then that I realized that a deep, throaty growl rumbled its way up my throat, piercing the calm, after noon air. I tried to calm myself down and gain a grip on my control. My anger started to thaw out.
"I'm sorry," I said, ashamed I let my anger get the better of me.
"It's ok, it wasn't your fault. Those guys are just idiots," He said with soothing word, soothing words that didn't seem to ease me.
"No, I don't mean that. I mean for letting my control slip; I know how it worries you." I rested my head against the railing pole. "God, I'm such a freak." I know it was true; this gift--or curse some of my kind call it-- wasn't something I could give back.
Darren walked over to me and gave me the one thing he that would cheer me up, a hug. "You're not at freak, you're just . . . different. That's all; you're different and unique in the many ways that makes you who you are. "
"And by different, you mean werewolf." I felt him shrug behind me. I'm glad I have such a good friend, a friend I didn't deserve. I really like him too; he doesn't judge me and the best part is that he accepts me. He accepts who I am and what I am. He doesn't think I'm some blood-thirsty monster.
The bell rang just as I turned around to look at his beautiful chocolate brown eyes--damn! He released me with a relieved sigh and walked over to table were our book bags lay. He grabbed mine and his, and gestured me downstairs.
What a gentlemen!
The buses were already starting to leave the parking lot when we got to my car. I popped open the trunk and he put in our back packs, closing the trunk before heading to the passenger side.
Darren started flipping through radio stations when we got out of the school's parking lot. We were almost to my house when he turned to the (_) radio station. Selena Gomez's song "Naturally" started playing--and I'd admit it; it's a pretty good song--so I cranked the volume until it was a bit over background music, the speakers blasting the bass.
The song was over by the time I pulled into my driveway. I killed the engine, got out, opened the front door and walked in. Darren shut his door and followed after me. He then went to the refrigerator and pulled out a Coke.
"Can I have one?" He asked, hovering over the fridge door.
"Sure, grab me one, too, please," I said, as I raced upstairs to my room.
When I got in, I walked over to my computer and turned it on. After 30 seconds or so, the log on screen popped up and I logged on. There were no emails in my mail box and there were any new messages on my MySpace account. Nothing. So I logged off.
I walked over to my lounge basket, disrobed myself and let the Change take control over my body. I was in my anthro form in 10 seconds. I went inside my closet, opened the lock to my hidden fridge and pulled out a bag of blood: A+--yum!
Blood . . . an excellent nutritional drink for a werewolf. It baffles me how good blood tastes. It tasted very sweet, not that coppery taste I was used to when I was human. It definitely held a healing-nutritional value to my kind. But out of all the types of blood, A+ was by far my favorite.
Darren was already on the sofa watching a new episode of the Vampire Dairies when I walked in. He was barely aware of my presence until I cleared my throat. He set his can down and stared at me. Why was he smiling?
"So . . . Chris, are you going to put some clothes on or are you going to stand there in your fur?" I looked down and sure enough, I didn't have any clothes on. I turned around, blushing a deep crimson. Crap! I can't believe I forgot my clothes! Man, was it was a good thing my . . . female qualities didn't show in this form.
I ran upstairs and started pawing through my dresser, looking for my "other clothes"--and by "other clothes" I meant over sized clothes that fit this current form. I found a nice shirt and pair of jeans. I quickly pulled down the shirt and then pulled up my jeans. There was a painful pressure near my tail.
I turned around to find my tail scrunch up in my pants. I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity for not making sure my tail was in the tail loop. I pulled them back down and slipped my tail through the tail slit I made to my pants. I walked over to my mirror and check out my image. Ok, looks like everything's in order.
I walked back downstairs and plopped myself on the couch, next to Darren.
Darren handed me my bag o' blood and I sank my fangs into it. I felt the delicious blood dance around on my tongue, satisfying my thirst. I emptied the rest of the bag into my maw and laid the bag onto the coffee couture. I wiped my arm cross my muzzle and focused my attention to the TV screen.
I tried to pay attention the episode, but my gawking thirst distracted me. "Hmm, I'm still thirsty," I said, feeling my thirst grow again; I knew I should have gotten two bags; I knew one wouldn't have surfaced me.
"So, what am I supposed to do about it?" Darren asked.
A brilliant idea popped into my head. I scooted closer to him, wrapped my tail around his waist--pulling him closer to me--and held his face in my right paw. "I have an idea of what you can do about my thirst." I graced my fangs against his neck and nipped at one of his veins, beckoning his blood to me and as if obeying my command, his jugulars rose from his sweet scented skin.
The strong scent of fear and discomfort, but a faint scent of reassurance, entered my nose, fear that was radiating off of Darren. He knew I wasn't going to bite him.
I backed away to the other side of the sofa, giving him some space to relax.
"Chr-Chris . . .," Darren stuttered. "Wha-what's it like to be bit by a werewolf?" He asked, and then blushed, as if he were embarrassed about the question.
"Hmm, I don't know about werewolves, but wolves, yes. It feels great," I said--I knew this because Kari and I would bite each other every now and then when we got the chance to be alone. It was the only thing closest to sex I could get with him.
Looking into his eyes, I saw there was a hint of curiosity in them. "Do you want to try?" I asked.
He nodded and started crawling toward me, but then he stopped. He was hesitant; he looked like he was trying to make a decision.
"You know, you look like a little boy there, with that curiosity in you. It makes you look so cute." Ok, I know that was a mean thing to say, but the look on his face was way too funny.
Offended by that, he scooted quickly over to me and bared his neck to me (what a vampire stereo-type). I laughed and shook my head, and took his left wrist. His body stiffened when my fangs graced his skin again. I knew he was curious about this, but I also knew what he's thinking. Is this going to hurt? Isthis bite going to turn me?
He didn't have to worry. I wasn't going to change him. Werewolves have two different saliva's: one saliva contains the actually werewolf virus and the other is more of antibacterial cleaning saliva.
I was about to bite him when I too hesitated. Great! Now he has me doing it, too. Screw this and I bit down, accidently somewhat hard. I heard him bite down a yelp, but then that yelp turned into a moan. I wasn't sure, but I think he was enjoying this--I know I was, which was weird. I knew it was pleasure-full when Kari would bite me, but I didn't know it was pleasurable for humans.
His sweet crimson spilled into my maw and down my throat. My thirst over took, making me bite down harder, making me tear his flesh to get to that sweet blood. I heard him give another yelp--this one was a pained yelp--and soon his moans started to into frightened whimpers.
Stop biting! Stop! You're hurting him! I screamed to myself. I felt that ounce of restraint I had and used it. I wrenched my fangs from his wrist, causing blood to start seeping out. There was one way to stop the bleeding, that I knew of. I pulled my arm to my muzzle and bit down, my own blood tickling my tongue.
I brought my arm to his mouth and made his mouth wrap around my bite. He started to pull back, refusing to drink. So I forced him to swallow deeply, making him drink from my wound. I looked down and saw his bite was starting to heal, his tissue and skin started to web together and erase my teeth marks.
When his wrist was fully healed, I pulled my arm out of his mouth, my own bite already healed. I went back to my side of the sofa, rested my head against the back and took deep, calm breaths.
"Wow," I heard Darren say under his breath. "That was . . . well, that was something."
I started at him with an amused expression, my lips twitching in a light smile. He didn't appear to have been shaken by my lusting bite. His skin didn't give off that sweet scent of fear humans usually had toward my kind. No, he was staring calmly at the TV that was still playing. I used my other senses to see if he was injured in any way. My senses told me he was shaken with the tang of fear.
But this fear wasn't fear of me; it was the shock of what I can do if tempted. The mere temptation to drain him dry lingering in the atmosphere around me. But he had no reason for this fear. I would never do that, it would have destroyed me.
I tuned on his body, listening to its unknown language. His veins coursed with the insertion of adrenalin and his heart beat at an accelerated rate with the adrenalin coursing through it--a harmonic symphony to my acute ears. His breath came in short pants, ragged and uneven. He breathed in accordance with his expeditious heart beat.
"Hm." I got up and walked over the kitchen sink, and washed the blood from my arm. Darren walked over and did that same. My eyes darted at the clock and I gasped as I saw that my mom was on her way home. I used my advanced mathematics to accurately estimate my mother's arrival. Shit! She will almost be in our neighborhood. I didn't have much time till she got here and in the door.
"Come on, we got to go," I said, quickly picking up my mess. I flitted to the kitchen couture, grabbing my car keys and tossed Darren the keys and then shooed him out the door. I quickly disposed of the blood bag can in my room. I Changed back and switch back into my other clothes.
Darren started my car, and in one swift movement I leapt down the front door to my now started car.