I was just having an awesome dream where this really cute Australian guy had asked me out on a date and the date ended up to be in his bedroom and all we ever did was make out. It was one of the best dreams I've ever had in like two years. All my dreams have stayed around the murder senses that I've seen in my life since middle school. Looking over at my clock I could hardly make out the numbers on it because my clock had no special features. I didn't glow in the dark or have glowing numbers that change like a digital clock. I was the old fashion clock that had the two bell like things on top with the push down button. I hated it but what else could I do when I barely have enough money to keep food in my little fridge? Actually looking at the time it was 11:59 p.m. Hm. Why'd I wake up at this time I wondered.
Drifting off to sleep I suddenly opened my eyelids and sat up straight in my bed. I started to look around. Trying to find the source of the smell. I found out where it was coming from immediately, it was wafting in through my open window. I climbed out and hoped down onto the ground from the second story level. Dashing across the cold stiff grass barefoot wasn't my idea of fun, but sometimes in life when your brain has a sudden eager to get to a certain spot you just go their without thinking. Oh, wait. That doesn't happen to you? Well then your life is way more simpler than mine.
My footsteps start to decrease in speed and my stride lengths became smaller. Taking this as a hint that I was close to where my mind wanted me to go to. Finally I stopped in front of this little beach house. Itwas cute. The stone pathway was all scrambled up, like a wind storm had picked them up and placed them down in random spots. The hut, well. Lets just say it was made out of like straw or something and was painted over with a color that was hard to see in the pitch black darkness. I slowly walked up to little door that grew bigger within every footstep I took.
Soon I was at the door and their was no doorbell, and if you knocked you would knock the door down so I just stood there racking my mind trying to figure out how to get the person's, whoever was inside the hut, attention.
"Uh. Hello? Is any one in their?" I asked in a voice that seemed kind of inpatient when really I was scared to death. I was freaking out, wondering why my mind has brought me to yet another deserted place. I was freaking out, about to walk away from the door when it opens. Wow! Just like in the movies, things like this annoy me so much!
"Yeah?" said the same masculine voice that had saved me earlier this week. "Oh, hi. Um. What are you doing here?" he said in a tired voice that indicated that he was asleep and kinda annoyed that someone had woken him up.
The sent hit me big and strong, as if a tidal wave of it had crashed down on me. Turning around instantly I move forwards, the guy seems to be a little frightened at first. But then it dissipated from his eyes and a new type of fear had hit his face. I couldn't stop moving forward, I couldn't control these fangs that suddenly appeared out of no where, I couldn't control my body when it lunged at him. I was so frighted that I had no idea what I was trying to do until it was so close to happening. My fangs grazed the side of the guys neck, leaving faint marks of my top jaw almost puncturing his neck skin.
"Oh my god! It's happening!" said the guy that I maybe, just maybe could have killed.
Confusion took over my mind. What was happening? This sudden turn of thoughts kept me distracted from my possessed body, my possessed mind. Apparently I spoke my thought out loud because the guy who saved me was talking to me.
"You, your," he started out sounding a little bit shocked and relieved. Then his face got all worried and troublesome. "What I meant to say is that your body has now changed. You are transforming into a werewolf! When 'The Soul Saviours' found out about you we expected you to turn into a werewolf when you turned fourteen, but you didn't. You just attracted even more criminal attention," he concluded in a very serious tone. I could tell he wasn't joking by the way that his eyes wavered with seriousness and confusion.
"I'm not a werewolf. Plus, I don't even think that's possible," I said still unsure by the way by body craved to bit into his neck flesh. "I swear, if I were one I would have killed you by now. Wouldn't I? Wouldn't I be... ripping you apart and wolfing out?" I was confused, I was suddenly tired. I stumbled forward, into his body. Before I could back away and apologize a thousand of times like I usually do; he grabbed me by my arm and dragged me into his little beach house place.
|Adeline Bryne||as Jade|