Mind Your Temper

Quinn tried to hold back his emotions as Eve held onto him. She stroked his fur in such a way that it made him growl. Whether she thought this was in annoyance or want, he wasn't sure; he wished he could lie to himself about it. He didn't like the way that it felt when her small fingers were tangling themselves through the thickets of his fur; he couldn't! He was a werewolf and she was a human. A puny human. A human that he bullied relentless and cared nothing for. Still, why did a werewolf act so primitively "dog" when someone touched them?! He was at least satisfied a little that he had soothed her from crying. If he did nothing more than that, at least he accomplished something! "You're accepted. If you aren't you should be. Just because your coat is black, and not brown or white, doesn't mean you're not a wolf. It just means you're the way you are." She had really struck a nerve there. They were equals at this level; him a mute with no mouth to speak but ears to listen and she with all of these emotions pouring out to get new confidant. He felt entranced by her vanilla scent that he smelled all the time and he felt dizzy most of the time. He nuzzled against her; he wanted to be close to her and make sure that she was ok.



Logan instantly noticed the tension that overtook the wolf as she squirmed, thinking about what it was that James might have wanted to say to her. The wolf's brown ears lowered down as if he were in trouble and he looked up at her with sorrow-filled eyes. "Aw, boo, what's wrong?!" She asked, scratching under his chin. He stopped her from doing it as he laid his head on her lap. "I know, you know James is bad, huh?" She asked. "What is that? Like a wolf instinct or something? I guess I should listen to you!" He whined as his head shot up to look at her, and he licked her cheek. "Gosh, it's almost like you're really listening to me. Maybe you are, but you're not going to tell right?" She laid her head into the thick fur of his neck. Suddenly, Logan's feelings set into an exhausted need for sleep. How badly she would've been content to stay here wrapped in the warmth of his body, but she knew that she should probably get home because she wouldn't wake for awhile. I gotta go, boo!" Logan whispered in his wolfish ear and she heard him whine.

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Eve heard te growls and just kept on. If he wanted to eat her, go ahead. Otherwise she would cling on until her heart's content. She sniffled as she wiped awy the trace of her tears. She stroked his fur as he nuzzled into her. She smiled smally and kissed the spot that was between his eyes. Her lips were cool and sweet. She then closed her eyes. If she could she would stay here instead of going home. She had To go home though. She had to help her brother take care of her psycho mom. Her brother was creepy though. He was always looking at her in a seductive kind of way. It creeped her out. She shivered an shuddered. She hid her face an mumbled, "Dont make me go back." He tightened he arms Around him. She then shivered at her cold and wet clothes. She stood up letting go for a moment. She then reached into her bag taking out sweat pants and a shirt. She then took off her hair having he back turned to him. She had scars on her back. She then put the right fitting shirt on. He switched pants quickly. She then went back go him and hugged him again and snuggled in happily. She then murmured, "You're so warm:" she smiled smally. She then kissed his head an played with his ears gently. A small giggle came out. An adorable one at that. She then murmured, "I'll call you...hmmmm.... Raven." She then murmured, "Because you're Coat is like a black bird's." she fhen smiled and closed her eyes again curling into a ball.

Michael just nodded. He watched as she left licking her face once more beforeshedid. He then ran around for an hour. He yawned shifting back into his human form. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. He then went home. He sighed. He went to his morher's room. He saw her sleeping and smiled. He kissed her head as gently as possible. He then closed the door and went to the kitchen. He then got some left over pizza. He soon devoured it hungrily. His mom knew what he was so she always had food. He smiled gently. He then went to his room and did his homework. He then got on the computer an played on there a bit. He wondered if Richie was alright. It really wasnt his fault. He had proof too! He sighed. He heard his phone ring and looked over seeing it was James. He then growled. He picked it up an said, "Look! I told you I'm not going to help you get her back! That' wasnt my fault that you decided o be an ass ok? Jesus James I didnt tell you to do a damn thing. I didnt even suggest anything either." He then hung up rolling his eyes.

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Quinn felt quite awkward as she changed from her wet clothes into dry ones. Right in front of him. Did humans really think it was ok to just change clothes in front of their pets. He was not a pet, but he felt weird about it. He tried not to watch as she turned her back to him, but what was he supposed to do? Turn around? That would be weird for a dog... Even a werewolf. He had to admit she had quite the body, but he would never make that thought known outside of his sanctuary of thoughts. He saw the scars in Eve's back and wanted to growl. Who had done such a thing to her?! It wasn't right... God, why did he have the sudden urge to protect her? He was only comforting him from his own mistakes... Nothing else. Those were someone else's problems. Maybe problems that Eve had to deal with by herself and he didn't care. He forgot his thoughts when her chilled skin met his warm fur again and he nuzzled into her. Praise was given as she made a remark to his warmth. He wanted that warmth to heal all of the battle wounds that he had caused her... "I'll call you... Hmmm... Raven." He heard her mumble near his ear and he nuzzled her lips. He didn't know exactly if Raven fit, but he at least liked that she could confide in him. Maybe someday she'd tell him about the scars... Wait... There is no someday. This is a one time thing from my mistakes! The voice in his head told him and he shook his head. He was feeling so weird... He hoped these feelings didn't last!

Logan made it to her house, surprised that she was escaping any punishment for not calling of anything. It was getting quite late... She couldn't believe that so much time had elapsed while she was in the woods! She showed her parents her broken phone and was surprised that she dodged having to give an explanation. The only punishment for the day was having to wait until the next day to get a replacement because her parents' hands were full by having to go to her younger brother's kindergarten concert. She had the computer and home phone though, so there was no need for this to be too bad of a punishment. She clicked into get Facebook as soon as getting home and found her best friend had left her several messages there. "You ok?" Marisa had asked. Then another: "That Michael Hayes shouldn't be fucking with you... I'm sorry." And another: "Fucker skipped school today too after you left! What are you going to do with him?" Logan clicked off of her Facebook then. She did need to make plans for Hayes. He could deny it all he wanted, but she knew in her heart that it had been his fault that James had broken up with her. Michael intended to make her life a living hell since they had first met, and now he thought he won. He was undeniably wrong... She couldn't wait for the day that he surrendered to her. She knew Marisa would be happy to help - because she had an unexplainable and unhealthy infatuation with Michael - but she had to do this on her own. She would show him you don't mess with Logan Smith!

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Eve hugged him for the longest time. She heard her own crappy phone ringing. She saw the name. She frowned and shook her head. It was her brother, Colt. She then turned vibrate on instead. She found that was worse. She sighed and answered and murmured, "Hello?" She heard the other end an intake of breath. "Are you ok? Where are you? Why the hell aren't you home!? You bitch you had me worried!" She sighed, nad murmured, "I'm fine, and don't worry....I'm somewhere I know. Because I didn't want to come home right away." She heard him call her a bitch and winced her grip on Raven tightening. She then whispered, "I'll be home soon. Bye." She then hung up. She sighed, and looked down. She turned the phone off, and laid it down gently. She then curled up again. She was going to just rest her eyes. Or so she thought. She ended up falling alseep there. Her lips parted as she slept. A small flicker of her eyes deciding it was final. She was out. SHe curled up against him. He was so warm. She had her face tilted up. Her piercings glinted in the little light that was poured into the cave. She looked sweet and innocent there. She hadn't meant to fall asleep it just happened. She looked tiny in a ball. She had her head on his stomach, one of her hands enlocked in a piece of his fur, as if she was afraid he'd leave her. She had her other hand on her stomach. Her breathing was normal. No nightmares this time. She liked the wolf. Maybe she'd finally have a friend that didn't get into fights. She cuddled against him fondly. She was almost positive this wolf was the exact opposite of Quinn. A small smile was playing at her open mouth. Her teeth were white. Not as white as most, but they were more white than some of the people in the school. She snuggled into the warmth, practically burying her head into it. He was so soft, and warm.

Michael sighed and shook his head. He hated that jerk. Always had. He then growled soflty He looked on FB and saw that the guy was blaming him. He shook his head. He then knew what he was going to do in school tomorrow. He growled lowly. He felt his eyes slowly beginning to change colors. He gripped the desk knowing he might break it. He soon closed his eyes and calmed. He then called Richie. He then said into the phone when she picked up, "Want proof that I didn't put the weasel up to breaking up with you? You got it coming then." He then hung out. He soon sighed, and shook his head. He then went to bed. He didn't like being the guilty person when he didn't do anything. It pissed him off. He soon went to bed though. He took his shirt off, and then flopped onto the bed. He fell asleep there then. He was out like a lamp/ (SOrry it was short )

@ ALullabyForTheDead
Quinn didn't exactly like the voice that was on the phone. He found the ringing and vibrating hard enough to handle, but there was something about that voice that he just didn't like. Maybe it was the way that there was an underlying growl in the throat of the voice... Maybe it was the way that Eve shivered and trembled as the male voice spoke to her. He wanted to ask her who he was, why she was so afraid, but he had no capabilities in doing so... "Bitch," was one of the few words that he heard on the phone... He tried to flatten his ears to his head so he wouldn't hear this voice and have the urge to kill him. The word bitch was enough for a death sentence in his eyes, but he tried not to let it affect him. Eve was by no way a bitch. Sure, she was a loner and more peculiar than the rest, but she was sweet and quiet. Nothing there made her out to be a bitch... He was relieved when he heard the dial tone that had ensured the call ended, and he wolfishly sighed in what became more of a growl. Eve looked pretty broken up to him then, so he licked her cheek. Seeking comfort from that, she curled back down into him. Her skin was still icy, so he happily shared his warmth with her. She had her head rested on his stomach, and Quinn tried to move the least amount as possible to not disturb her. He didn't want her to become discouraged from his position as he sort of liked it. Humans always feared wolves... Well, except the stupid ones who thought you could reason with one... He guessed Eve was one of those people, but he would never think to hurt her. When he heard the soft noise of deep breathing that signified her sleep, he relaxed a little more and just lay there with her. The sun was slowly sinking, he could barely see from in front of the waterfall, and that started to get him a little anxious. He was meant to run during the hours of the moon, not be stuck here! Besides, it would be safer for Eve if she was out of the woods before too long so as not to run into any danger... He contemplated walking her after about an hour, and puffed up his stomach so that it jostled her head.

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Eve shushed him as he growled, knowing he didn't like the sound of her brother. She didn't want him to hurt him or anything. Sure, her brother was probably going to rape her, or try. But she was a fast runner. She tehn hugged the wolf. Her wolf, as she slept. SHe then kissed his head as she fell asleep. SHe woke up an hour or so later. She opened her eyes gently. She then mumbled, "Sorry." She lifted her body up into a sitting position. She rubbed her eyes adorabley. She then saw the time and whispered, "I've got to go. I"ll see you later hopefully.' She said and kissed his head, petting his ears once more. She then got up getting her book bag. She looked down at him, and stroked his fur, before leaving. She hated to leave that sweet wolf. She then went home. She made dinner for everyone, before eating, showering, and then laying in bed. She heard her mother needed help showering. She had broken her hip. She sighed dressing in a bikini as she went to go help her mother. She felt her brother's eyes on her body the whole time. She shivered, closing the door as she helped her mother. She managed to get her mother clean, in the bed, and asleep before 10. She herself went in her room and changed. She then told her brother goodnight before getting into the bed. She plugged music in her ears. She slowly began to fall asleep. She'd dye her hair tomorrow if she felt like it. She fell asleep like that. Her body curling up to the covers, and mattress. She dreamt of that pretty wolf. She rolled over in her sleep. She soon woke up. She sighed and brushed her teeth, before getting some water. She then fell asleep in her bed again. She stayed asleep this time. She made sure she fell asleep. She didn't want to wake up again. She felt herself getting sick. She didn't want that to happen. She sighed as she slept. Eve was dreaming of that time where she'd disobeyed her father. He'd beaten her back with a stick. That's why she had scars on her back. She whimpered in her sleep as he beat her over and over again. She coughed in her sleep, rolling over simultaneously. ( Spelling correct? )

Quinn felt slightly bad and regretted it suddenly when he jostled her head to wake her up. It was then that he was worried about her safety, for he knew that the craze of the moon was an insanity in the wolf. Even he couldn't stay sane when it happened, so he wanted her as far away from him as he could possibly be. It was safer that way. She looked at him with tiredness swming within her deep blue eyes. He wished she could just stay there with him, and keep him feeling like he had butterflies in his stomach like she currently was. But it wasn't possible; he could already feel the first straining pulls of the moon that was still low on the horizon. She formed the words that she was going to leave, but he barely heard them. He was still lost, swimming in the deep blue of her eyes and the strengthening pull of the moon. When she went to leave, he had to resist the urge to follow her. The sun was setting, though still vibrant in the sky, and the wolfish part of him was willing to go after him. He heard her emerge from the cave and went to get up, the wolf inside desiring to pounce into the water and chase after her. That's why humans and werewolves didn't mix well. The desire for flesh was too much. He stood there still, awkwardly waiting until she was gone to venture out into the woods. He needed to run. He needed to feel free again - not tied down to a human like he had slowly been feeling in his gut. After waiting twenty minutes, he did indeed go out. She wasn't that deep into the woods that she wouldn't be home or safe now. He journeyed to Michael's house as soon as he reemerged from the waters of the cave. He had evil plans in line to keep his mind off of things...

Michael awoke to a howling. He rose up and shook his head hair flying around. He then noticed it was dark out. He smirked. He took off his shirt, jumping out of his window as he shifted into a wolf. He howled, as he headed towards the woods. He was pissed at that James person. He wouldn't kill him yet. That would be too soon. He'd kill him after he had cleared his name. Especially since he had dumped Richie and then lied and told them it was Michael's fault. He was getting a bit protective of her. He shook his head that couldn't happen. He wondered who they were going to kill tonight. He saw Quinn ahead and went faster, then he jumped on him tumbling. He barked at him. He then got back up shaking himself free of dirt and such. He then gave a nod. He tilted his head, and barked out So what's the plan for tonight Q? He never said Quinn's name. He then yawned softly, and blinked away grogginess from his eyes. He then sat down, and looked up seeing the moon. He gave a wolfish smile. he turned his eyes back onto Quinn. he seemed different. Michael wanted to know what was wrong with him. He gave an eyebrow raise waiting for a reply from him. He knew it was going to come so he waited.

Quinn was uncontrollably excited when he reached Michael'a house finally. He needed to redeem himself for acting so humane as a werewolf - he wasn't some pet that could be bossed around! No way! He was a werewolf! He was the werewolf, if he did say so himself. No human was going to make him the inferior one! Usually, Quinn was one to come home and take a nap between school and sundown so that he wasn't tired, but he had neglected to do so because of Eve... He wished he could forget her name - he wished he could forget her! There was an overwhelming tiredness for the night, but the pull of the wolf was much stronger. An exhilaration was building up in him that was almost impossible to resist. He felt powerful and worthy! So what's the plan for tonight Q? Michael asked after Quinn's howling had awakened him and brought him outside. Quinn had to think about it; he hadn't really laid out a plan - though if he had a choice it would be to hunt down that voice that he had heard on Eve's phone. Let's go mess with some jackasses!He finally offered. He didn't want to stir up too much trouble tonight - just to get some bad guys off of the streets. There were too many guys messing with the she-wolves of the pack and Quinn was sick of it. He needed to start looking for a she-wolf for himself, so why not show the world who was boss?

Michael thought about a few in mind and nodded and barked, "Hell yeah!" He then nodded his head and said, "You lead the way." He then barked waiting for a reply. He raised an eyebrow. He then followed as he began to move. He then saw a guy up ahead that was drunk and harassing a girl. He growle an nodded his head at him as he and Quinn attacked him. He growled ripping skin and clothing trying to make him pay. He hated guys that didnt respect women. He hated then. He growled and then snapped his leg with his powerful teeth. His fur stood on end as he bit into him ripping, tearing and doing everything in his power to make the person die. He ended up going for te throat trying to rip it out. He managed o do so, letting Quinn have the other body parts including te spine and such. He growled chomping on the guys throat and such.

Quinn felt back to his normal state while he was on the hunt. He was a werewolf, and he felt so powerful whenever he acknowledged that. He loved the feeling... Michael asked him to take the lead and he did so with great confidence and eagerness. He liked being in the lead more than he could admit...if only people could see how powerful he was - how much damage he could do! He was surprised when they happened upon the fucker that was abusing a girl that Michael took the lead in the killing. Usually Quinn wa the instigator who started the kill and it took much prodding until Michael joined in. Today he noticed how differently exhilarated Michael seemed to be by the Jill. He wondered what was going through his mind - it couldn't just be his mother, he didn't have that much anger for her. For anyone who witnessed the two of them, it was a gruesome thing - though quite sensual and hot if you were a werewolf. The taste of flesh was a frenzy, and Quinn and Michael became psychos with list. Quinn claimed much of the man's torso with exhilaration. He bit and ripped, loving the blood that sputtered and splashed. In seconds, there wasn't much left to clarify the thing as a man. Flesh was torn from bone and devoured. Quinn was left with blood tangling his fur and he loved it. They collapsed together when nothing was left as the adrenaline died down so it was only a slight desire. "What's up with you today, Mike?" He asked his friend in curiosity.

Michael was still pissed at James. He ripped the fucking skin off this damned fucker. He growled low in his throat. He then shook his coat free of blood and licked his paws as he sat down. He groomed himself clean. He didn't likehis brown coat stained. He heard Quinn and replied, "Some jackass broke up with a girl today. A girl I prank all the time. His prick ass blamed it on me. Just wait, I'll get him. I'm waiting. I have proof I didn't do it." He then barked, "One more person? Or go home?" He asked him, his eyes glowing. His job was done. The sorry shit of human right there on the ground next to him, shredded and torn into pieces was just him pissed. When he was furious...well.....let's not get to that. He then tilted his head looking at his friend. He clawed the ground, and then barked a bit. He was still pretty pissed, but it was fading. He figured he'd make James the laughing stock of the school, when he went back tomorrow. Michael turned back still having pants on. He then ran a hand through his hair gently. He yawned and said, "Jeez, I need a stress reliever. This might be it." He then sat down and yawned popping his muscles. He then said, "You seem awfully, not as violent today. Something on your mind?" He asked raising an eyebrow. He then ran a hand through his hair. He raised an eyebrow at him once again. He then said, "Either way it doesn't matter. It could just be that I'm pissed is all." He said, and then said, "God I'm hungry. For a burger though." He said and then wrinkled his nose and said, "But cow in wolf form doesn't taste that good. Besides it would have to be cooked." He then gave a small laugh. He sighed running a hand through his blonde hair and looked at his friend for a moment, before standing and getting a shirt from his hiding place and putting it on. He then said, "Come on. And no we are NOT going to burger king. I can't stand that place. Sonic tastes way better anyways." He muttered.

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Quinn was barely paying attention after he had asked Michael what was wrong because he was acting quite as distant as Michael was. The blue hair and ocean-blue eyes from the afternoon were still fresh in his head that he couldn't stop thinking about it. He was glad that Michael was no mind reader, otherwise there would be much of an interrogation. Michael may have been his beat friend, but he probably wouldn't understand what Quinn was going through. He was supposed to be a merciless killer, not one that was becoming weak to a human. He smirked a little that Michael was having his own girl problems; he had often told him about the rich girl that he took pleasure in pranking... But still their situations were different. Michael was being blamed for something he didn't do, while Quinn was feeling guilty for lacking mercy. Man, why couldn't he be like normal werewolves?! Michael admitted to him that he didn't see Quinn being so violent today and his insides boiled - was it really so obvious that he had been softened and broken down by a human girl. Michael requested to getting food - human food - and Quinn couldn't help but comply. He was hungry too and he wasn't in the mood to be covered in any more blood today. Part of him would prefer to just stretch and continue to run through the woods - maybe in pursuit or maybe just for the run. That was so much unlike his usual self. He agreed for food so that he showed that he wasn't feeling strange, even if he was. Quinn jumped into the river quick to wash himself of the blood tangled into his fur before he felt his joints pop back into place for transforming back into a human. He stretched quickly and they headed off. Sonic wasn't too far from their previous destination in the woods, so it was a quick walk in silence. Saying too much about being a wolf in the dark if the night was a bad idea because you never knew who was listening. They ordered burgers before they spoke to each other again. "So Mike, tell me about this girl problem," Quinn smirked.

Michael noticed hiim not replying and staring into space. He then smirked and scratched between his ears and said teasingly, "Good dog." He then said, "Yeapp fooooddd...' He didn't have a girl problem, he had a jackass problem. He rolled his eyes. He sighed. He then yawned, He thought back to her with her brown hair and brown eyes. He sighed. He really just wanted to hurt his head. He hated thinking of richie. He then yawned softly. He soon ran a hand through his hair as they walked. He got him a burger and fries. He then started eating. "Not a girl problem you jekr." He said jokingly. "It's a jackass problem, and only if you tell me what's bothering you. For one thing you were spacing out earlier and drooling.' He grinned and said, "Which probably means it's a girl problem. Ok? You tell me, I tell you. It's deal yeah?" He asked as he ate his burger. He tipped his head to the side. He heard his phone beep and looked down seeing who it was. He rolled his eyes and threw the phone breaking it. "He's dead." He muttered under his breath. "After I get my payback, he's fucking dead. I will murder his ass.'He said as he bit viciously into his burger. He then sighed. He chewed and then swallowed. He then took a sip of his water. he was perfectly content like that. He then ate a few of his fries, as he waited for Quinn to reply. There was always a perk with being a werewolf. You never got fat, and didn't get sick, and didn't have alergies. Oh, and you were built as hell. He then raised an eyebrow at his friend. He yawned softly, leaning back in the seat as he waited. He looked over seeing a few guys making noise. He popped his neck rather loudly. He caused them to move away and silence themselves. "Always a perk." He murmured softly. he didn't mind it too much though. It was always awesome. He then finished off his burger, then his fries. He slowly sipped on his drink though. He was happy this way. Eating, and enjoying life. He knew he was going to get payback as well. So it was all fine and dandy. He then raised an eyebrow. He knew Quinn was probably stalling anyways. He didn't blame him, but Michael was the type that was constantly curious about things such as this. He waited.

Quinn was slightly regretting asking Michael about his girl problems - or rather, jackass problems really - after they had gotten food. He was still hungry, but he couldn't bring himself to eat the burger that was sitting on the table in front of him. It looked so good, juicy and greasy alike, but he had ruined his apetite. He had been playing the cards too carelessly and now he was going to regret it when he told Michael what he had done. What was he supposed to say - that he had spent the whole day being some human girl freak's puppy?! It was a huge disgrace. Michael wanted to work out this deal - since they were best friends and told each other everything anyways - but Quinn was afraid of what he might say. Man, he could blow him into the whole werewolf community and be completely exiled. Humans are food, not friends. He knew Michael's problems weren't as bad as his - since he had already gotten the gist of the story on the way here, but and he didn't want Michael to think badly of him. He sat there, picking at the burger in front of him and assessing his options. He could feel the hot stare of Michael's eyes in his forehead, but he tried to pretend it wasn't there. Thinking about it though, he needed to get things off his chest. It was a one time thing with Eve. He was going to go back to his usual ways of messing with her as soon as daybreak hit, so might as well fess up and admit a mistake was made. All werewolves went through their rebellious phase where they thought humans were irresistable, and this was Quinn's. It was over now though, and he might as well admit to it. Quinn raked a finger through his hair and swallowed hard, looking up to meet Michael's expecting eyes. "Alright!" Quinn finally complied. "Deal!" Michael's eyes were still watching him expectantly so he added, "You first!"

Michael heard his words, and said, "Alrighty." He then thought about it and said, "Welp, so this jackass breaks up with his girlfriend, chick I prank, anyways, in the middle of class, and then the girl blames it on me. WHat the hell? He blames it on my on Facebook or whatever the fuck it is. So now I'm enemy number one." He then raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm leaving out somethign, but I might tell you later." Hethen said, "You're turn." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh and tomorrow after I prove I didn't do a damn thing I'm killing him. "He then said "carry on." He sipped on his drink as he watched the other boy. He then sighed, "Ugh loud ass humans. Want to go to my house and talk on the way or?" He asked raising an eyebrow. He then stood up, and threw his trash away keeping his drink in hand. He popped his neck. He didn't care of being exiled. They could get the fuck over it. They didn't like him so what? Fuck them and their rules. He never followed rules. Even as a child he didn't. He had human friends, btu his best friend was Quinn after all. He then nodded his head to the side and began to walk back to his place. He had one hand in his pocket as he walked. He watched the cars go by, as he listened to Quinn. He glanced over at him. They didn't go to the same school. They lived across town from each other, so they went to different school's. He didn't get to see him unless it was nighttime, or the weekend or something. Or break. Breaks were nice too. He thought of Quinn more as his brother than his friend. He didn't get mad at his mother. he got mad that she was dieing, and soon going to leave him. he threw his drink away now both of his hands in his pockets.

Quinn heard Michael's words and felt the pain that h was going through. It was bad enough be blamed for something that he didn't do, but being a werewolf made it ten times worse when there were precautions and self control rules that had to be followed. He knew Michael didn't really care, even though he did try to keep things together as a werewolf in hiding as a human. It was times like these that Quinn wished that they attended the same school. They didn't have nearly enough close times with each other, but they relied on one another to help them get through the rough spots. Michael had plans on killing this guy, and if that was what he wanted, Quinn would be right there to help him - breaking the rules or not. Quinn knew that Michael was quite angry at the world for this whole situation, and he was quite glad that he was the one that offered that they leave. All Quinn needed was for Michael to go on a killing spree... "So what's up with you, Q?" Michael had asked him as he led the way back to his house. "Time to spill the beans!" Quinn took a few deep breaths, maybe for dramatic effect or because he was scared shitless. "Mike, I'm having troubles with a girl... A human girl." He waited for Michael to say something or beat his ass, but when it never came he continued. "She's this freak of nature human girl that I constantly pick on. It gives such a rush to see her so torn down and broken sometimes. But today, I took it too far... And then I did a bad thing..."

Michael then muttered, "The little bastard is lucky I didn't go after him tonight." His eyes glowed an eerie gold as he got angry all over again. He twisted his head to the side, rolling his eyes and then calmed. His eyes went bcak to that familiar green. He then looked back at Quinn. He made it to his house and said, "mom's asleep so when we go in, shush." He instructed. He leaned against their house, knowing he wasn't going in quite yet. He listened to him. He laughed at his beginnng, "Drama Queen, Quinn." He joked. He then heard him say what he said. He stared at him, and gestured for him to continue. When he did. He raised an eyebrow, and said, "So far not seeing the problem. What did you do kiss her?" He asked. "What are the others gonna do? Tease you? Gimme a break. They can go suck their own dicks." He said. He then saw there was more to it, "So you didn't kiss her....what did do you?" He asked raising an eyebrow, "oh and I broke a phone with my teeth, so if I have to go to the hospital to get pieces of plastic and metal taken out, don't freak too badly." He then waited for him to go on. He entered the house, going up to his room. He kicked his shoes off, as he crissed crossed his legs and sat down on his bed like that. He then reached over closing the door. Since his mom was downstairs and they were upstairs they could talk normally. "So what bad thing did you do?" he asked. "Oh, and I don't give two shits about the elders, or their damn rules. They want to try and lecture me again, I'll do the same damn thing as I did when I was five, flip them off, and say Fuck you." He then said, "Carry on." he waited for him. He was used to being this way. This was the only way he had learned to give a crap about anything. He hated rules. But some things he didn't do. For his own good. He knew it'd just backfire on him anywyas. Like trying to drink, It didn't work. It'd kill his liver, but he'd never get drunk. So he didn't drink at all. Besides it tasted bad. For him all you could taste was the liquor and not the flavoring they put in it. He tilted his head to the side as he waited.

Quinn listened to Michael's incessant teasing for a few minutes. He wanted to know that no matter what he said, he would always have his best friend on his side. Quinn was no wimp, but he did like to try to keep in line every once and a while. This was completely unlike Michael, who was telling the Elders to fuck off by the time he was old enough to speak. In all reality, Quinn wasn't so worried about breaking the rules but more how Michael would perceive the way that he did it. Maybe Michael would be think him a pansy for not just putting the girl out of her mercy. Spending the whole day laying with that piece of flesh as he had, made his own flesh crawl and he didn't want his best friend to think of him any differently. He was still the bad guy that went out and killed every night, but he had had a weak moment of guilt. "Ok, here goes nothing." He whispered to himself under his breath before continuing. "I kinda stayed with her today. Like she went running off into the woods after my brutal bullying and I was worried about what she was going to do. I thought maybe she'd kill herself, and at least she could save that part for me!" He faked a laugh, but it was all coming out wrong. Where was the part about how he had lay with her and liked it?! He had been worried about her, like he said, but there was more than just that; she was more that just flesh. "I knew she wouldn't want to talk to me, so I went to her as a wolf... And she kinda befriended me... I felt like some puppy dog that was being owned, but I didn't care, I just didn't want the guilt of her pain on my shoulders... I probably sound completely stupid, and I understand if you never want to talk to me again!" Quinn waited for a response to come from Michael, but he wasn't patient enough. He closed his eyes and just waited for the ass kicking to begin - since he knew that Michael must have been contemplating the best way to kill him painfully since he was such a wimp and human sympathizer. "Hey! Why did you break a phone, Mike?!" He asked.

"Spit it out yeah?" He said waiting. He wasn't the most patient person. He hated the elders. They thought of him as a nuisance, and he thought they were prunes. He really didn't like them." He then ran a hand through his hair. He heard him, and stood silent for the longest time. "Damn." He said. "How does it seem that we're doing the same exact screw ups?" He asked. He then said, "Because it was that jackass, calling her damn phone, and the sound was hurting so I fucking got it in mymouth and I crushed the fucking phone." He then said, "It taste like shit by the way. It doesn't taste teh least like meat. Ugh The taste is still in my mouth." He shuddered. He then said, "So. What are we going to do now? And I didn't do it out of mercy. I comforted Richie because she was crying, and you know I can't deal with crying. ANd she thought I did it, I tried to make her feel better.It worked for the most part except hearing her call me an ass and a bastard." He said sighing. He then said, "Yeah. Don't ever eat a phone...or put it in your mouth and chew down on it." He wrinkled his nose. He then said, "So what got you pissed? You were kind of pissed when we were eating that douche. And don't lie to me. I can tell when you're lieing." he said. He then leaned back on his bed. He then heard his mother coughing, "hold up." He said. He jumped off the bed, and over Quinn. He then opeened the door. He made his way down the stairs, taking two at a time. He then got to his mother's room. He saw her coughing. He went to her, andpatted her back. He then gave her some cough medicine, making sure it stayed down, before giving her a sleeping pill. It was one the Doctor had perscribed. But she needed sleep anyways. He was worried about her. He then kissed her head, closing the door behind him. He then went back up the stairs, and went back to where he was sitting. "Sorry. Had to give mom some medicine." He offered a tiny, yet pained smile.