Little Lamb

1:Mate. How About No.

I hissed at Sissy. How dare she do this! My fingernails grew into claws and my teeth turned into fangs. Sissy whimpered at backed away. Fearless werewolf indeed.
"Sophie, it wasn't my choice!" she whimpered.
"You're seventeen!" I argued.
"You think I want a mate I never met?!?" Sissy growled.
I sighed and retracted my claws, though my fangs stayed out.
"It's too late anyways. We get married two weeks from now." she whispered.
It's my luck that my family has allowed me to find my own mate. I'm not really interested in one anyways.
"Sissy, it'll be fine." I tried to soothe her.
"N-no I wooon't!!!" Sissy literally howled.
A group of ghosts looked over at us, but returned to their conversation. Sissy blew her nose on a hankie she always keeps with her (she cries...a lot!!!).
"Go and head onto class. My parents will be here s-soon." she whimpered.
I rubbed her back, making her right foot jump. Then went off to Stalking Technique class.
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I sat down at my desk and looked at the chalkboard. Group task, was scrawled on the board. Oh yay. Doctor Greene walked in and strolled through the desks. Her tall, slender figure made her look even more threatening. Suddenly she hissed at Poppy, a girl in the front who was not vampire born, but rather turned, she jumped and cried out in shock.
"Your group tasks will be on the element of surprise. You will be put into groups of three and in a week you will have 'attacked' three people."
"Doctor Greene what do you mean by attack?" a boy I knew as Ethan asked.
"Mr.Gregg asked an excellent question. When you attack you will merely draw a touch of blood, not enough to send a werewolf whining to their mother, and snap a picture with your phones. Remember never use your fangs to draw the blood! We don't need another mutant outbreak." Doctor Greene explained.
"Dr.Greene who's in our groups?" Poppy asked.
"There will be a list posted at the end of class." she commented.
As she went about making the list I thought about Sissy. Who would want a mate, possibly create an overwhelmingly powerful spawn, and (if that happened) be put to death? Yeah not for me.
"Hey Little Lamb, any wolves got you yet?" a menacing voice whispered into my ear.
"What did you call me Holland?" I whispered back.
I could smell my fear. I'm sure everyone else could too. I saw a couple of others lift their heads a look around.
"Awww. Little Lamb scared?" Holland taunted.
I silently hissed at him and returned to my thoughts. I could still feel his dark blue eyes staring at me.