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Goooooood morning, sickly humans! How are you? Good? Terrible? Just okay? Well what would cheer you up, vile meat bag? Nothing? A lollipop? Maybe a kitten? How about a story update? 83
Insolent fools, you shall take your story update and LIKE IT!
But before that I have to give you the standard life update. That just golly-gosh-darn-shucks sucks, doesn't it? (See what I did? I took kid curse words and strung them together. I'm so witty~ ;D) What does one say about life?
Thou frothy common-kissing scullian!
Oops, no, that's Shakespeare. He just insulted you. How does that make you feel? Not good, I'm sure. You humans tend to have feelings, and tend to have them hurt by the simplest word. Like . . . . . . .
Maroon.
What does that even mean to you? Something if you make such a fuss over it. Silly, silly humans. Control thyselves! ;D
Now then. Life update. Life sucks. I'm showing more and more and more anorexic behavior by the day. Constant weighing involved, too. But it isn't my fault the thought, smell, sound, taste, or otherwise, of food makes me sick to my stomach. I don't really need food now do I? My stomach thinks not, feeling as it is. It's just weird, constantly concerned about your weight. Tends to get you stressed and frazzled, as well. But then, what doesn't get Olive stressed and frazzled? :3
Our electricity went out last night from 2 AM to 6 AM. I hate it when the power is out because then I have to have bonding time with the Treskelvay's (first characters ever, if you happened to forget), yet lo and behold who comes out of the darkness.
Rowena! Rowena dearest appeared before me, gave me my notebook and pen, and said, "Write it!" So I finally wrote the run and the hunt, and I think its good. You'll get to read it in a few weeks.
If you start leaving me comments.
I sound like those freaks on fanfiction.net. "Review or I won't write anymore!! DD<" I just like to know someone is reading it every once in a while, because then my characters seem to come back to me. I mean, I know it sucks and all, but I might actually . . . like . . . sharing . . . stories . . . . with you guys. Stupid of me, huh? D:
Well, whatever. HEREISANOTHERPART
of
Bloody Moon.


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After thirty minutes with Luke, I was rushing through a shower and wondering if I should pack anything for tonight. Come to think of it, what do you wear on a run with werewolves, anyway? Ethan said to dress warm but that didn’t tell me if I should wear old, grubby clothes or something normal and decent.
I shut off the water and toweled off quickly, wrapping it around me to go back to my room. I had to have something decent for a run. Nothing too old but nothing fancy that would just get dirty or torn.
Luke lounged on my bed, his eyes closed and a serene smile on his lips; pretty as a picture with the sheets wrapped around his naked hips. Weres weren’t the only ones comfortable being naked, I thought wryly. I went to my closet, flinging clothes back and forth on the rack. Jeans and some kind of t-shirt, I decided when I picked up my favorite blue jeans. Now to just find a shirt.
“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” Luke’s drowsy voice came behind me. “You might as well go naked; they will.”
I laughed. “Honestly, I thought about it, then decided you wouldn’t like it if other men saw me naked.”
“How could you even consider it?” Shock and horror rang in his voice.
“I was kidding!” I laughed again and pulled a black long-sleeved shirt from my closet, threw it on my bed, and then went to my dresser for the unmentionables.
As I was digging through the drawers I couldn’t help staring at Luke’s reflection in the vanity mirror attached. Yes, vampires had reflections like the rest of us; they still had souls even if some didn’t act like it. Luke was now standing by the bed stretching, his back to me so I could get an eyeful of his perfectly rounded rump. I couldn’t help staring at his scored back where my nails always dug into his flesh. They were like intricate red patterns criss-crossing everywhere.
He bent over suddenly, my eyes dropping to study more interesting things than nail marks, and thought he was finally getting dressed until I spotted his clothes at the foot of the bed. His hand came back into view holding my ripped panties. He smiled mischievously.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “And what are you going to do with this pair?” I asked. “You know, if you keep ripping them like that, I’ll have none to wear.” I was positive that he tore my panties off for his own pleasure. He did it constantly, even ripping a bra a time or two.
“I could just add them to my collection,” he joked, “but I’m starting to run out of room. Might as well throw them away.”
“Five bucks down the drain,” I mumbled as I began to dress.
Luke sat on the bed, his eyes so intense I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen do their crazy flip-flops. I didn’t fool around and give him a show, though; I wasn’t sure when Ethan would be here and I didn’t want to make him wait. Fully dressed, I went back to the bathroom to blow-dry my hair, brush my teeth, and hunt down some chap stick when the cold dried out my lips from all the running.
There was a knock on the door five minutes later. Luke, dressed only in his jeans, went to answer it. I grabbed my backpack that I shoved a notebook, pen, flashlight, first-aid kit, and some munchies into. I was radiating excitement and nerves as I bounded down the stairs. Raw energy in the form of an eerie silence floated through the house. I found Luke and Ethan having a staring contest in the front hallway.
“Hey, hey, hey,” I snapped. Neither of them moved. “Luke, knock it off. You promised, remember?”
With a snarl, Luke stepped back and let me past. Ethan visibly relaxed and gave me his cute smile. Luke growled menacingly, probably from the way my heart did an involuntary flip.
“Are you ready to go?” Ethan asked, unmoved by Luke.
I nodded and grabbed my coat from the rack in the corner.
“How late will you be out?” Luke asked.
“We’re never out past four. The world normally comes to life by then.”
“She can’t be out too late; there’s no excuse for her parents. And I won’t allow her to drop unconscious in a sea of naked bodies, either.”
Ethan laughed. “That’s only the night of the full moon, master vampire. I’d never think of putting Rowena in a position like that.”
Luke studied Ethan carefully, opening his mouth to say something else but I quickly placed my finger over his lips. I gave him a pointed look.
“Don’t make me regret it,” I said.
“Don’t stay out late,” he mumbled around my finger. “You still have a human life that needs taken care of and parents to worry about.” When in doubt, remind me I’m still human; a trick Luke often used. I didn’t really want to be human anymore. When you were immortal you could just throw your cares up in the air and run away from them.
I kissed his cheek and donned my coat. “I’ll come back,” was all I said before I followed Ethan outside. I didn’t want to promise specifically when I would come back; if I could help it, I wouldn’t come back for a long while.
Sitting in my driveway behind my little white sedan was a massive black truck. It looked like it was made specifically for off-roading with its bars and grills and huge tires. I gaped for a few minutes until he mentioned it was unlocked, and then I pulled myself together and hoisted myself to the passenger seat. Luke stood in the doorway, fully dressed now, looking the truck over. Even he knew a good vehicle when he saw it, no matter who owned it. The engine started with a roar then we were off.
The cab was quite roomy, the seats comfortable, and even his music choice was good; a heavy metal song I was sure I’d heard somewhere before. Houses and forest flashed by the windows; Ethan was driving twenty over the speed limit. I noticed we were going the opposite direction of the clearing.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
Ethan turned down the music so it was more in the background. “When we run as an entire pack we go to the forest a little ways out of town. It’s more open and we don’t have to worry about running into town.”
“Shouldn’t you do something like that the night of the full moon?”
“Yes, but the rest of the pack voted on the closest spot. This month we all had it pretty bad, and no creature can survive driving during bloodlust.”
“I see. How big is your pack?” I was sure I’d met them all the other night, yet here he was talking like there were a hundred more hiding in the shadows.
He took a sharp left that almost slammed me into the door. “Sorry. There are twenty in Kent’s pack all together, but a few like to think they’re in a separate pack.”
Twenty? That was bigger than Luke’s coven! “I’m guessing they have different ideas than Kent?”
“Something like that,” he smiled. “All I can say is I’m glad none of them have tried challenging Kent; we’d have ten less of our strongest wolves.” He laughed and I nearly laughed with him.
Ethan must have sensed my unease because he reached over and touched my leg briefly. I knew it was a pack thing, knew touch played a big part in the pack, although I never understood how or why. At least I did now. I felt ten times calmer after his fleeting touch.
To fill in the minutes of our drive, Ethan told me a few stories of his past full moon nights. Some of them were funny and others were scary; like the one when he challenged a wolf higher than his rank. He said he won, and that he had the scars to prove it. It was during the middle of this story that I decided to finally ask him—and also because he was starting to pull over.
“So what is your rank?” I asked.
“Second in command,” he beamed proudly.
I blinked in surprise. “What? I thought . . . but I was sure . . . what exactly? Oh boy.”
He laughed and stopped the truck on the wide shoulder. We were in the countryside. No houses, no cars, no barking dogs, no streetlights; just the stars and the forest. His laughter echoed in the silence.
“That’s what we want people to think,” Ethan explained with a chuckle. “Kent is hard pressed to keep me in second but because I don’t fit intimidation standards, Roger stands in for me.”
“He certainly does his job,” I mumbled.
“Don’t let him fool you, though. He’s a big kid when he’s not acting.”
“Uh huh,” I mumbled. Man, I had a lot to learn about the pack if I ever wanted to survive. I’d been so sure Roger was second yet also thought it was strange how Ethan moved with so much confidence.
He nudged me with his elbow when we met at the front of the truck. “Why the glum face?” he asked. “Tonight is a wonderful night. It’s perfect for running, the air sizzling with untapped excitement. You know, this is the first time we’ve ever asked a human to run with us. Don’t you feel honored at all?”
His eyes were dancing with excitement and anticipation. Time must have been important judging by the way he was shivering and kept moving. I couldn’t help but smile. He had that kid in a candy store look to him.
“I’m very honored, and I thank you very much for including me tonight, but I’m just a little confused. Even after a question and answer round with Kent I still barely know anything about the pack. It’s weird for me because I’m used to knowing everything.”
Ethan shrugged off his coat and started walking into the forest. I guess he wasn’t listening. I sighed and started after him. It was extremely dark underneath the trees, I thought at least the moon would shine through, and I thought about pulling out my flashlight but before I could Ethan grabbed my hand, towing me along. He must have known I was having trouble seeing in the dark.
We didn’t walk very far in. It was perhaps a handful of steps before we stopped at a fallen tree. It was covered in moss and turned to dust in some places, yet it was completely hollow in the middle. Ethan glanced over his shoulder at me.
“You probably don’t want to see this,” he warned.
I took a few steps back but didn’t close my eyes or turn around. Honestly, I wanted to see a Change.
“If you feel uncomfortable with me watching then I’ll turn around, otherwise I’d like to see a real Change.”
“All right. You’re in for a treat.”
He quickly stripped down and stashed his clothes in the tree. I had to admit he had a nice physique and, as tempting as it was, I kept my eyes above his waist. I had Luke, and I didn’t need a wolf boy no matter how nice and good-looking he was. Ethan got down on all fours, took a deep breath, and when another tremor rocked his body he began to Change.
It started in his torso. His ribs expanded, almost bursting through his skin, with a disgusting ripping and popping sound. His arms and legs lengthened, his hands getting rounder and fingers growing shorter. His face contorted completely; his nose and mouth grew to a muzzle while the rest of his face and head grew wide and set itself on his new, short neck. Hair sprouted everywhere on his body while the rest of him thickened and ears and a tail formed. And then finally I couldn’t see anything resembling a human form in front of me. What lay before me was a big, shaggy dark brown wolf with emerald green eyes.
Ethan was breathtaking as a wolf, I really couldn’t believe it. The thing that was most amazing was his eyes; they were so human for a wolf, and they seemed to stare right through me. He shook like only a dog could, obviously happy to be in this form. I hesitantly reached out to him. He leaned his head into my hand and I stroked his cheek.
“Your fur is so soft,” I breathed. Yeah, it was stupid to say but it couldn’t be helped. It was in shock. “Is the Change painful?”
Ethan shook his big head back and forth. It was probably one of those “If you don’t think about it, it doesn’t hurt too bad” situations. Every source I’d read said it could be painful.
“This is really amazing.” I took a second to memorize his form; taller and longer than a normal wolf, thick and muscular like a Rottweiler. I’d always thought werewolves to be as big as a horse.
“The rest of the pack already Changed?” I asked. He nodded. “Where are we meeting them?”
Ethan turned away, glanced at me, and then jerked his head. I was a lip-reader, good at reading human body language, but I wasn’t so good with human-turned-wolf body language. It took me a couple seconds to piece together the motion.
“Climb on?” I guessed. He nodded again. “But won’t I hurt you?”
He gave me a wolfy grin and I was sure I saw him roll his eyes. He made the head jerk motion again and I moved to his side. I carefully threw a leg over his back and wrapped my arms around his thick, warm neck. When his legs didn’t give out under my weight I pulled my feet up, pretending to ride a racing motorcycle.
And then we were flying.
The scenery flew by in blurs of black, sometimes green or brown if I was paying attention. Cold air nipped my face like Jack Frost specifically targeting me. Wind whipped at my ears so I could barely hear Ethan’s racing footsteps. I felt his muscles working beneath me, gliding across the uneven ground. It was amazing, this feeling of flying, I wanted to stick my arms out and close my eyes.
Despite the wind in my ears, I heard heavy footfalls in time with Ethan’s. There was also excited barking in the distance. The pack had caught up, obviously, and my nerves were coming back. I looked left and right yet couldn’t see anything; they were blended into the forest. Was everyone some kind of dark color? I was sure I saw a few blondes in the pack before.
A huge white wolf jumped out ahead of us and Ethan dug his claws into the earth to slow down. Here was the wolf I was used to reading about; tall as a horse, thick as a bear. It was a pure snow white with glowing blue eyes. The wolf’s muzzle curled back in a snarl. Ethan growled, his throat vibrating my fingers. Who was this wolf? They wouldn’t really fight with me here, would they? Suddenly, the white wolf snorted and trotted off with his tail held high. Huh.
“What did you do?” I whispered in Ethan’s ear. “Was he lower than you, or is it true about werewolves being able to read each other’s thoughts in wolf form? Nod once for the first one, twice for the second one.”
He nodded two times.
“That is so cool! I’m jealous. I’ve never met mind readers before. Are you saying bad things about me?”
He made some kind of a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a laugh. I rolled my eyes. Ethan started to pick up his pace again with the other footsteps behind us. I couldn’t wait to see the pack all together. Hopefully I would be able to pick some of them out.
We ran until the trees started to thin and I could finally see the moon above me. It was just a sliver of light in the black sky, and snow clouds were starting to move in. I think I remembered hearing about snow sometime tonight, which wouldn’t make Luke happy if I came home sick. I couldn’t help giggling a bit. Luke definitely worried and fretted too much about me. Sometimes I wondered what life would be like forever with him, and most of the time it came out like a fairy tale, while others came out like a nightmare. Maybe he’d be too controlling and I wouldn’t be able to live my own life, or maybe he’d throw me away after fifty years.
Ethan grunted, pulling me out of my head and into the real world again. We’d stopped in a small oval of grass surrounded by a thin layer of trees. Several wolves were already lying in the grass ahead. Ethan shook his body gently, signaling me to get off. I climbed off and looked around, preparing myself to see any other giant wolf.
Five wolves had followed Ethan. The one closest to him on the right was a pretty brown and red with a white stripe between his eyes and down his nose. The one on Ethan’s left was light gray with a black mask over his eyes, white on his chest. Another was a subdued gold, one eye blue, one eye brown. All the others were mixes of white, gray, red, and brown. I followed them as they joined the group in the grass.