His eyes widened a little as he stiffened at her comment about walking through walls. Suddenly he let out a laugh, unable to hold this one in. "Y-yes, it would be good numerous reasons, a pity humans can't do it." He answered when he could speak again. Raising an eyebrow, Anthony couldn't help smiling at her words, what was getting into him today? He was surprisingly more cheerful than he usually was. "Yes, it's a form of humour I've managed to master over the years, I'm quite proud of it myself." He answered with a faint smirk. Although minor irritation did flicker over his face. He'd been teased, back when he was human, for looking a little girly. He couldn't help it of course, but it was annoying. Choosing not to comment though, Anthony stepped into the room, dodging around Willow and the door so he wouldn't hit anything. There were a couple of windows in the kitchen that would let light in and at once he glanced over to them, hoping moonlight would shine through. By now, he was getting sick of being constantly careful.

"You're unusually quiet you know...I saw another girl earlier, she was full of questions about this place." He muttered, glancing over at the dirt. A slight twitch of his eye occured before he took a couple of calming breaths. Why couldn't the other two idiots bother to clean up properly every so often, when he cleaned everything was pristine to the point of sparkling, well, the parts that could be touched by moonlight.

((Is it night now? Or still day?))

"We were trespassing on her land. We came up here and she found us and cursed us. Where else could we have gone though? The forest is dangerous at night, even more so now. What did we do?" he asked and then shrugged. "What could we do? We stayed here, prisoners. We were all shunned from our village and now we can't even go down the hill to see it anymore." He thought about the calendar and then for some reason stood still and felt the beating of his own heart. Was it even living anymore? Or just doing it out of habit for old times sake? "I'm about as human as it gets actually. But we're all dead here. Our spirits and hopes have left us. Our curses are different but our pain is the same." He had to tell her. "Bree...I...I am a werewolf. And when the full moon rises tomorrow night I won't be able to control myself." She was fragile, innocent, and he neither wanted her to get hurt nor have her see him in that state. "You have to keep away from this place for the next few nights. And during the days, I'll be...recovering in the forest. Promise me you'll keep yourself safe. I won't be able to reach you if you stay off the hill." As he spoke his voice quivered a little in fear. An image of her bringing ferns for the house and he in his beast form running up to her sent a violent shiver down his spine.

((It's been daytime this whole time?? o.o' ))

Bree's eyes widen then went to normal. She stared at him for a bit then a warm smile appeared on her face. "This should be where I scream and run but I want. I shouldn't believe you either but I do Holden. So three days then.... Well that gives me time to get you some different plants and some paint." She was happy for some odd reason though she didn't understand why. She should be scared but she couldn't be around him. At lest him being a werewolf explained a lot of things. "It must be hard for you not being able to leave this house. Do I want to know what happen to the others who have come here? Did your other side or the others who are cursed with you." She looked at him serous. "I promise not to come around the house for three days. Though I can't promise the forest, that is where some of the best ferns and plants are. Though I am sure I can lie to my parents to keep them from going into the forest. Please don't get hurt or killed by the hunters, and stay out of trouble. I don't want to find your body one day while going through the forest or coming here."
((I think it is day.....))

((that's a very good question...))

Willow shrugged, "My question would be... Who built it? I don't know. What can you possibly ask? Other than how do you get back to town? Then again, I don't wanna face my mom. I mean, don't get me wrong, my family's not horrible... It's just... I hate my mom. She's always saying how I should act differently, or dress differently, or..." She heaved a tired sigh and rummaged through the bottom cabinets, "So... You want anything? Ooo... Cookies. Haven't had those in a while." She looked at the back carefully, "And it's chocolate chip too..." She snapped open the bag and popped a cookie in her mouth.

"Wait." Willow paused, "... I'm allowed to take food, right?" she looked at Anthony for an answer. What do I care? There's a bunch of cookies in that cabinet. They wouldn't miss one bag, would they? On the other hand, they might be keeping stock counts or something... What am I talking about? Who the hell lives here? Him? Or is this just another abandoned house? In that case... These cookies don't taste stale at all. Well then. Something weird's goin' on... Or maybe that's just me.

Holden grinned in relief. She didn't look terrified. "The others have been turned into a vampire and a ghost. They suffer their own tortures. The tension ensures none of us get along," he snickered. "I...tend to scare the hunters off. Wolf is a light term for what I turn into. Plus, it takes a lot to kill a werewolf." His mind wandered breifly back to one night he had come across a bear in the forest. The memory was fuzzy, having come from the animal side of him, but the wounds he had recieved had been very defined. Luckily, they had healed over long ago. "You've taken this whole thing extremely well. In fact, I can't say you look much surprised at all," he laughed happily.
((Hmm. what's the verdict then?))

Bree gave him a smile as she laughed. "No it explains a lot about you. I am a weird one I will admit to it." She moved to her feet as she heard what sounding like others moving about the house. "So there is a vampire here.....is he going to eat me?"
She looked at him a little worried then looked about the room. She looked like she was ready to run at the slightest sound. Bree didn't like the idea of a vampire around the place. She was ok with Holden and the the ghost. She looked back at Holden feeling a little better as long as he was there.

"You're not wierd!" Holden said instantly. Surprised at himself he added in a calmer tone. "Just more accepting than most people. It's a nice quality." As she got to her feet he leaned back, listening for any signs from around the house. He hadn't been paying much attention since they had started talking. "I wouldn't dream of letting him," Holden said, following it with a soft growl. "He can find food elsewhere, like with that girl he's lured down in the basement." Then he looked back at her. Not wanting to worry her he added, "Of course, he knows how to control himself, I'm sure." It was rather nice, having someone other than the other boys -who's company had lost a lot of its comfort over the centuries- to talk to, and, in a way, care about. "Please, you don't need to be worried. Not with me right now anyway," he said with a reassuring nod.

Bree felt a little better about the vampire as she gave him a slight nod. She looked deep into his eyes then smiled. "Ok I'll take your word from it. But if he tries I promise I can out run him and be down the hill before he can." She laughed slightly as she walked over to Holden and held out her hand. "I am sorry I forgot my manners. I should have shook your hand and introduced my self better." She hopped he would let her come back and the others wouldn't mind. She enjoyed talking to him and just being near him. He wasn't like the others in the village or at school he seemed to understand her.

((I'm all for it being night now ^^))

He listened to her voice, surprised how used he had gotten to hearing it. "I don't know who built it, but I know who lived here once. Some witch I think...Nasty personalitly, didn't want to mess with her." He reflected, looking mildly amused before glancing back to Willow. For a moment he seemed concerned, but he shook that expression quickly off. "You shouldn't listen to her, individuals are more interesting then empty-headed copies." He commented with a chuckle. When she offered food though he stepped back a little, shaking his head. What would she do if he tried to eat the thing and it passed right through his body? Despite it being a funny trick, she'd probably panic.

At her question he nodded quickly. "It's not as if they'll get eaten any time soon, I don't even know how they got there....Maybe Holden..." He muttered the last words quietly under his breath, planning to ask the werewolf where exactly those cookieds had come from. Anthony reverted back to silence, watching her curiously. She seemed to be thinking a lot, it made him wonder what she was thinking in that delicate head of hers.

((Personally, I don't really care. I'll go with whatever everyone else goes with))

Willow swallowed her one cookie, "Okay... So let me get this straight." she licked the crumbs from her lips, "There's another girl and another guy here, besides you and me?" Awesome... I'm stuck with random strangers. Gee, that'll make death a whole lot more pleasant. She chewed on another cookie. Man... These cookies are good. Maybe I could spend a couple nights here? Ha. As if my mom would cool off after what I just did...

Or. Or. Or maybe I could just sneak back into the house tonight before anything bad happens. Or... Maybe I'll just think about it later. Maybe? Will my mother ever cool off over anything I do? Hey, me not being your dream kid isn't my problem. What's done it done. Willow's thoughts paused as she studied the room around her. Anthony looks... I don't know. Very pale. Gray. Ghostly, even. Maybe he spends too much time inside. That's usually what happens. I don't blame him. The outside world is full of awful stuff...

Willow nodded, a serious expression on her face, "Yes. Skin." Then, she cracked up laughing, "Anyway, what was that about me getting hurt? Why would you care? I'll be fine. It's not like there's some serial killer here." she rolled her eyes. After clearing her throat, she said: "And if there is, I don't see how you're still alive." She stared at the cookies in the bag for a moment. Wait... So, why am I staring at cookies? She managed to stifle a laugh at herself and looked outside.

"Anyway, I'm pretty sure this place is better than my house at the moment." Willow popped another cookie into her mouth, "I mean, if you knew my mom, you'd know what I mean. Besides, why should you be worrying about me? Why don't you worry about yourself? I mean... You don't live here, do you?"

Willow chuckled, "You don't have to worry about me. I'm a whole different person. A stranger, if you want to put it that way." she swallowed the chewed bits of another cookie, "Then again, why you're talking to a stranger, I don't know. Why I'm talking to one... Well, that's something I do. Talk to random strangers." she rolled her eyes at herself. Yup. That's me. The girl who talks to random strangers. She almost laughed, but stopped herself. Ha. Right. I used to do stuff like that. Haven't talked to a stranger besides you in a while.

Willow shrugged, "I'd say that it's pretty cool living in a place like this. I'd love to live someplace like this house..." She glanced out the window, then around the kitchen, "Speaking of which... What time is it?" She asked him. Wait... Does that have anything to do with living in a cool house? Oh yeah. Houses have clocks. Maybe I'm just being blind.

"He's a tricky one," Holden said, trying to make it sound playful. He looked down at her hand and finaqlly took it in his. It was small, compaired to his own, and fragile-feeling. Even though he was nowhere near a window, Holden felt the sun go down and night fall as the very shadows of the house seemed to become bolder. "Already?" he murmured, fear making his voice shiver. He hadn't even had time to get some clothes together for when he came back. He stepped farther into the room. If he even saw the moon, he'd melt into a raging beast right now. And he couldn't let Bree see that. It was terrifying even for him. The hair along his neck stood up and he began breathing heavy, like he might get sick at any moment. But the more he prolonged his transformation, the more he tried to hide, the worse it got. Sure the whole changing was painful but the calm before the storm wasn't really a calm at all. It brought back memories of hiding in the basement those past few centuries. He leaned his back against a bookcase, his confused mind trying to figure out what to do. It was either leave now and run the risk of turning before he even got out of the house or stay and not even be able to make understandable conversation.

Bree stared at where Holden had been. She looked about the room trying to see what made him leave in such a hurry. She looked down at her hand and wandered if it had been something on her hand that had made him leave. She didn't see anything in the room to have made him leave or her hand. "Holden?" She peered into the room with the spell books not wanting to enter it as long as those things where there. She didn't like magic and didn't want to be near it if she could help it. "where did you go? Did I do something wrong?"

Holden was hunched over, gripping the shelves. Small choking sounds could be heard coming from him. "No," he said. "This isn't your fault...Remember what I said about being a werewolf?" He was hanging on to his humanity very nicely, all things considered. He lifted his head and looked at her. "The moon's out, Bree. I have to change." The way he said it made it sound like an apology.

Bree's eyes widen as she heard his voice. He sounded in deep pain witch made her fell sorry for him. She looked for the door not remembering how she got there in the first place. She knew he had told her not to be around when he transformed but where could she go? She made a mental note to never take a bet again if she survived this one.

Willow laughed, "Really? Now that sounds like the description of a serial killer. I don't exactly mind talking to strangers--I mean, how else would you make any friends? And besides, look at me--I'm just some talking machine. Never stop. Oh, I remember back a few years in, like, sixth grade my friends and I would just randomly go around interviewing people about random stuff. It's amazing how nobody ever got pissed off or anything."

She saw him race over to the window, smiling, "Well then. Somebody likes night. Very good time to sleep, by the way." She popped the last cookie in her mouth and crumpled the bag in her fist. Willow listened to him talk about the house, "Sounds like someone did some research on this house. Personally, I'd research something else, like mythology or something, but to every man his own interests..." she looked down at the crumpled bag and twirled it around with her fingers.

Holden stepped forward. "I'm so sorry, Bree. I should have made you leave earlier. Time just got away from me." He slipped by her, giving her as wide of a space as he could. Once out in the living room, the moonlight struck him and he shivered. He rushed toward the door, threw it open and tore out it, slamming it loudly. Once he was out in the open, with no walls, no trees to obstruct the light of the moon, he began to shift at a faster rate. Rich, thick, brown hair rippled over his body and with a shout of pain, he fell to his knees. A tail tore through his pants and curled up and his face stretched into a canine maw. Hands curled into claws and his body seemed to twist and shiver. The very air around him seemed to quiver with the magic. When the tranformation was complete he was almost twice as tall as his human form and the remnants of his clothes fell to the grass. He tilted his wolf head to the sky and howled.

Bree looked to where Holden went. She stepped back as she heard the howl. What was she to do now she though. She couldn't leave now even if she had wanted to. She walked to the door way and took a seat facing the other side of the door frame to the library. Her eyes shifted to the magic books seeming to call her as she tried to ignore them. Her mind kept thinking about Holden. If she could find the spell the women used maybe she could find the way to break it. She shook her head at the thought though she wished she could help him.

FOOOD! screamed Holden's animal mind. He had to find it. An overpowering hunger had swept over him. I know where there's food. His head swiveled to stare at the house. Wild eyes shone and reflected the moonlight like a cat's. Yes, there was food in there. People. Humans. Who's flesh he hadn't tasted in eons it seemed. He dropped to all fours and began inching toward the house. Suddenly, something that had been gnawing at the back of his mind since he had changed was brought smack to the front. A name. Bree. As the name entered his thoughts, the face came into focus to match it. His ears pressed flat and he let out a whine like he'd been hit. He scratched his head with a massive paw and turned slowly away from the house, starting at a trot and then gradually building into a full blown sprint into the trees.

Willow didn't even give a moment's thought to what she was about to say--she just spoke: "Well excuse me if I didn't say that option since more than half the world doesn't believe in ghosts! Gee, maybe all those tour guides are ghosts too! Hey, ya think historians are ghosts too?! Look, I'm sorry if I didn't think and say that out loud the first thing." she practically yelled in an unapologetic way. ... I really gotta watch what I say...

Ha--wolf boy? What is he, a werewolf? What's next, some sprite? A wizard? A demon? "Don't worry 'bout it. I'm probably not going to go anywhere anyways. If I went out, I'd probably wander around the forest for hours and find myself back here, knowing my luck." Willow rolled her eyes and sighed, "So. What am I supposed to do in the house? Hide? Climb to the roof and just sit around?" Oh God... I should probably duct tape my mouth shut.