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I woke up in my bed. It was morning but I doubted it was
the same day. It was morning when I had fainted and it
takes a while from the park back home, so I had no idea
what day it was. I heard a knock on my door, my mother
must have been listening to check when I would be awake.
She peeked her head in to check if I was really awake and I
sat up on my bed.
"Hey mom" My voice was scratchy and hoarse, due to
however long I hadn't been using my voice. I cleared my
throat and my mom sat down beside me. "How are you
feeling right now?" she asked, her eyes afraid but her
voice sincere. What was she afraid of
I opened my mouth to speak, my mouth felt dry. I hadn't
noticed she had a cup in her hand and when I started to
lick my lips she gave it to me. closed my eyes and drank,
the water felt thick and it had a bitter taste to it. I stopped
drinking to let the water slide down my throat. I lowered my
hand, still licking my lips, my mouth wasn't dry anymore
but I could still taste that bitter taste.
"Mom, did you give me tap water?" I asked slowly bringing
the cup a little closer to my face to examine it. It was red.
Blood red. I licked my lips again, realizing that the bitter
taste in my mouth was that of rust and salt, the red liquid
was blood. "Mom?!" I said horrified as my voice shook in
terror. "Mom, is this blood?!" Why on earth would she give
me blood?

(Laura's Point of View)

She looked so horrified, but I had to be sure, I had to know
if my own daughter would attack a human. It was already
Monday, she would have gone to school if she hadn't
passed out in the woods. I'm so worried about her. I would
be terrified if I had to do the unthinkable. I sighed and
finally answered her. "Yes, it's blood. I had to test you. If
blood made you bloodthirsty then you really are doomed
for the worst, for the life of our ancestors."
She looked normal, she just stood up and walked around
her room, pacing, as she registered my words. Most
importantly, she didn't look savage. She just paced back
and forth, but she was licking her lips. That one little thing
had me on the edge of her bed, I wished she would stop
that. She must be losing the taste of blood in her mouth. I'd
have to find out for sure.
"Why don't you take another drink?" I asked, keeping my
voice light and letting no emotions drip through. She
nodded and walked over to her dresser where she had set
the cup down. She drank, and drank until there was
nothing left. Her symptoms weren't that bad, but they could
get worse. In the end, if she doesn't control herself soon, I
would have to do the unthinkable. I might have to kill my
own daughter.

(Samantha's Point of View)

I looked at my calendar, it was Monday. I missed a day of
school, great. I drank the rest of the blood, the bitter taste
was actually one that I could stand. It tasted good. I was
just glad that I didn't want to rip someone's throat out.
I helped my mom through the rest of the day, doing all the
house hold chores was a bore. I decided to cook for once
and made spaghetti. Dad got home right after the noodles
were done. They both sat so still, so stiff. I ignored it.
Right when I was done eating the doorbell rang and I raced
to answer it. It was Jessica.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.
"Just dropping of the skippers schoolwork and homework.
I know how you hate to get behind in everything." she said
pleasantly as she walked past me in to my house. We both
laughed that she called me a skipper, but I had good
reason, one that I would not tell her because it might
frighten her.
She walked into the kitchen and said her hello's to my
parents and then we walked up the stairs to my bedroom.
"O.k. so what did you do to that Micheal dude?" She asked
once I closed my door and we were both on my bed.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused, thinking back to
the forest, I know I didn't hurt him, my wolf just-oh no. My
eyes grew wide.
"Is he asking people about me? Is he making it seem like
he's worried I'm not there? Like we are together?" I asked
in a hurry.
She smiled, knowing something happened over the
weekend.
"Yes! So spill it!" She said too eager. I'd tell her the only
part about this weekend that wouldn't scare her away. She
gasped at almost every detail I said, from the time I couldn't
transform to the time I was by his side nuzzling at his neck.
"It's like a weird furry love story!!" She squealed excitedly. I
shook my head and rolled my eyes at her.
"No, now he's just going to act like I exist, like I'm
everything to him. I hate the whole werewolf thing. There
are cool things, but it's like you have a multiple
personality!! One moment your a regular human the next
all you can think about it bl-" I cut myself off and coughed,
making it seem like I was sick, I knew that would get her
out of the house, she was always afraid of getting sick.
"Well, that's my cue to leave, sorry, but yeah, make sure
you get your work done. And try to go to school tomorrow,
Micheal can get a bit annoying when he wants to know
every little thing about you." She chuckled and left.
I stood and walked to my window, she was now in her car
and starting the ignition. I sighed and heard a knock on
the door, it was my mom. "Not now." I said calmly and I
heard her footsteps walking down the stairs. I sat on my
bed, knowing I had almost let slip the most vital turn of the
weekend. I wanted to say blood. I wanted to say how much
I wanted to taste the blood in my mouth after I crushed
someone and ripped their head off. That was not a good
thing.
I heard another knock on my door, but I couldn't tell who it
was. It opened and I saw the blond hair of Micheal.He
smiled brightly as he saw my face, but then it fell as he
registered the emotions on my face.
"How are you? I was worried so I thought I'd stop by, I
hope it's not too late, your mother said it was alright."
I sighed and I walked over to him, my wolf and I were now
one, so I accepted that I wanted to be with him. I gave him
a hug and he returned it back, squeezing me tighter and
tighter. I sighed again and took his hand and walked him to
my bed.
I opened my mouth to speak, I wanted to tell him
everything I felt, about me being drinking blood, wanting to
kill. But nothing came out, I didn't know what to say. I felt
the tears rolling down my face, I never felt so vulnerable,
so weak and so afraid. Micheal saw the glistening tears
stream down my cheeks and grabbed me and pulled me
into his chest. He was stroking my back and his other
hand was holding my head closer to his chest. I felt safe
and warm, and I felt loved. This is what I wanted, to feel
loved. But it wasn't enough anymore, it wasn't enough
because now I felt the rage in me to rip and tear and bite
and taste the bitter taste of blood.