Setting: Present-time, in a normal world where the "supernatural" is thought of existing only in movies. The college which the characters attend is a 4-year, with on-campus dorms, and a wide spectrum of classes and majors. People go about their lives, unaware and unsuspecting of what lives amongst them.

The "Supernaturals": These are vampires and werewolves, though they are not common. It is common, however, for those of the same species to unknowingly gravitate toward each other, thus why so many "uncommon" beings in the same place. They do not know they are sharing the same spaces and same college.

Werewolves: More like the werewolves of old myth, able to shape-shift whenever they please - no full moon is needed. Their wolf forms are exactly that, looking like true wolves, not hairy humans.

Vampires: Again like the vampires of myth: extreme strength, speed, and healing abilities. They are allergic to the light and only able to come out at night, thus having to attend night classes.

Humans: The college mostly consists of humans, unaware of the werewolves and vampires.

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Shelly Rae Tamke
Race: Female Human
Age: 19
College Year: Sophomore
Dorm & Room: 316 Hallaway Hall
Major: N/A - taking general classes, unsure of what to do with her future
Minor: N/A
Classes: Drawing, Sculpture, English Lit, Creative Writing, Philosophy (night classes)
Personality: Extremely introverted. Not shy or untrusting, just unwilling to socialize with people. It takes someone very special to break through to her. She is very protective of those she does consider her friends. She very rarely shows interest in anything besides the topics of her classes - and even then she has trouble keeping her grades up. Despite threats from the college, she will most likely fail out at the end of the year. Quiet and calculating in a dangerous way, it is often unknown what she is going to do or how she is going to react. A quick temper. Doesn't share her emotions or thoughts easily.
Extra: Enjoys people watching. Doesn't drink alcohol or do drugs.

Francis Lawrence Winchell
Race: Male Werewolf
Age: 20
College Year: Junior
Dorm & Room: 201 Hallaway Hall
Major: Chemistry
Minor: N/A
Classes: Inorganic Chemistry II, Broomball, Spanish III, Science Fiction Lit, Lab
Personality: Extremely outgoing and fun. Enjoys meeting and being around new people. Level-headed, friendly, always happy and smiling. Enjoys helping others and listening to their problems. Throws everything he has into his studies, and thoroughly enjoys his major. Very physically active, loves hanging out with "the guys" and having a few beers while playing basketball or video games. Tries not to concern himself with worldly issues, focuses mostly on his own little world.
Extra: RA for the boys on the second floor of Hallaway Hall. Loves running through the woods late at night in wolf form.

Eleanor Micah Duboi
Race: Female Werewolf
Age: 19
College Year: Sophomore
Dorm & Room: 319 Hallaway Hall
Major: Graphic Design
Minor: Arts
Classes: Inorganic Chemistry II, Broomball, Spanish III, Science Fiction Lit, Lab
Personality: Eleanor is a very curious girl which is why she's taking classes that she doesn't really need. She comes from a rich background and wants to know all she can about whatever there is to know, but just because she's smart and rich doesn't make her snobby or nerdy. On the contrary, Eleanor loves to just mess around and be 'one of the guys'. She is very competitive and loves to joke around. She was raised with a warning though and therefore has a temper that will flare up at the sign that her or her twin brother are in danger. She was raised more like a vampire than a wolf and therefore she tends not to see her own kind as 'good' but rather something vial, but she does not see herself in that light. While Eleanor likes keeping to herself, she also loves meeting and getting to know new people, though she never gets very close. There are consequences to getting close.
Extra: Rodney's twin sister, she is a little bit younger than her though he treats her like she is much younger. And although she views all other werewolves as vial beasts, she would rather be in wolf form rather than human so whenever she gets a chance to sneak off into the woods she stretches her four legs. She is also the RA for the girls on the 3rd floor of Hallaway Hall.

Rodney Nathaniel Duboi
Race: Male Vampire
Age: 19
College Year: Junior
Dorm & Room: 205 Hallaway Hall
Major: Botany
Minor: Arts
Classes: Drawing, Sculpture, English Lit, Creative Writing, Philosophy (night classes)
Personality: Rodney is the more serious of the twins. While he loves to have fun and mess around with his sister he excels and pushes much more in his studies than she does. He does not want to spend his long life in school like her and this shows. He is as reserved as his sister if not more and is very protective of her. You would swear there was a few year difference between them rather than a few minutes. Rodney is very intelligent and can think things through faster than many computers. He uses his wit, charm, and intelligence to pull ahead of everyone else is education and where ever else he can.
Extra: He is very confused as to how he and his sister are siblings yet rival beings. He just figures that that is what happens when your parents are of both species. He also has his room completely blacked out, he was fortunate enough to be paired with another vampire, though he finds Rodney's sister a rival still.

((I just took the same schedules so it would be easier for them XP))

The sun woke Shelly, and as she glanced over at the clock on the dresser next to her bed - 4:15pm - the door to her room banged open. In rushed her roommate, a short, squat girl who was a bit homely but still rotated through boyfriends because of her personality. Either that or her skills in the sack, which Shelly heard were quite good. Jessica stormed to her side of the room, slamming down her bookbag, and sitting heavily in her desk chair. Shelly sat up, running a hand through her dark tangled hair, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

Jessica glanced over at her, then sighed and rolled her eyes. Shelly returned the gestures to the back of Jessica's head. Shelly wasn't much of a "people person", preferring the solitude of the drawing studio to a loud, rambunctious party. She had never gotten along with any of her roommates, but if she didn't live in the dorms she couldn't get financial aid, and there wasn't any way she could afford college without it. Not that she liked college, as reflected in her poor grades, yet her parents wanted her to get an education, so she somehow managed to slide through.

Shelly got out of bed and began getting ready for night classes. The routines normal people had in the mornings, Shelly had them in the evenings: brushing her teeth, taking a shower, getting dressed. This put strain on her relationship with her roommates, which didn't bother Shelly as most of them were shallow, stuck-up, and too loud for her tastes. And as much as her RA, Eleanor, tried to smooth things over between them, Shelly and Jessica were never going to get along.

An hour after she woke up, Shelly was out the door and on her way to her first Monday night class, Drawing. It was Shelly's personal favorite, followed closely by Sculpture, because she could use her hands to create something that came out of her mind. The sun was just behind the buildings, casting long shadows across the ground in front of her. The arts building was across campus, and the drawing studio was in the basement, so it was always damp and cool, even in the blaze of summer. It was the perfect environment.

As she walked into the stuido, the sun finally set below the horizon, the sky lit in pinks and oranges.

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"Frank!"

Francis looked up from his desk, pen in hand, teeth gritted together. "Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" he shouted out his door.

One of Francis' residents poked his head through the doorway, grinning widely. "Sure, but I like annoying you."

Francis turned in his chair. "You're lucky I'm bound by contract not to hurt you, otherwise you would be in severe pain right now."

The resident grinned. "You like me too much to do that!" he said, then ducked as the pen Francis was holding was chucked across the room at him.

"What do you want?" Francis asked, his tone light and friendly. As an RA, he often had to put up with his residents' little nuancies. He didn't mind it terribly, most of them were fairly easy to handle, and since he was a sort of authority figure, he could bellow down the hall when people were too loud and most of the time they would stop their shouting.

The resident stepped into the room and began talking to Francis about a problem he had been having with the guys who lived next to him. Francis didn't see what the "problem" was, as the only complaints were that they never left their room and had taped sheets over their windows. Francis liked to sleep in, too, and sometimes the cheap plastic blinds provided by the school just didn't keep enough sunlight out. Of course, it was a fire hazard to have anything hanging from the ceiling, so Francis said he would go check it out, mostly to get his resident off his back.

Once the resident left, Francis went back to his studies. The reprimand could wait, the chemistry test the following day could not. Soon enough it was time for Spanish class, so Francis packed up his things and locked his door. The walk across campus was beautiful, as the late morning sun shone down on his head and warmed his body. He breathed in deeply and smiled, knowing that after a bit more studying, he could really let loose.

First he would have to get through Spanish class. He wasn't terrible at the language, but it wasn't his first choice. He would have rather taken Russian or Japanese, though neither were offered. Spanish just seemed the easier of his choices. The room the class was held in was tiered and seemed like it should have been used for a lecture class rather than a small, compact class like this. The doors were at the back of the room, and Francis had to jog down the steps to reach his seat. His feet failed him, however, and he stumbled over one of the steps. As he reached out to steady himself, his hand landed on the shoulder of a nearby female student.

"Oh, crap, I'm sorry!" he said as she turned.

"Hey, dude, Rodney, get up you got class in like 15," a husky voice broke through Rodney's rest. He was a vampire, so was his roommate, this was established on day one when he came in that night to see Terry putting up thick blinds over the windows. This worked out though, save for the fact that the guy hated his sister and yet wanted in her pants so badly at the same time. The guy was messed up.

Rodney's brown, almost crimson eyes snapped open and he pushed the other male away. He wasn't in a touchy feely mood, though he never was. He walked over to the small closet that was on his side of the room and pulled out a black button up dress shirt. He threw this on over his white t-shirt and it was all brought together with black jeans and tennis shoes. He simply ran his hands through his hair messing it up considering him laying in bed all day didn't do that.

He looked at the clock, drawing was up first. Actually, meeting up with his sister was up first, then drawing. It was a routine the twins had formed so that they could actually see each other. "You might want to get a move on too," he said to his roommate. He hated when the guy waited for him becuase that meant that he had to deal with his mixed emotions about Eleanor. She could break that guy in half, he knew she could, he just didn't get that. Well, there was that and the fact that she didn't hate vampires.

"Oh shoot man you're right!" Terry exclaimed as he grabbed his bag and ran out the door. Thank god he actually left first this time, Rodney thought to himself as he grabbed his own bag and walked out the door. He may have had art first, but he kept his art box in the classroom. It just meant there was less for him to carry.

By the time Rodney got outside and was leaning against Hallaway Hall, the sun was all but a dream, the whispy orange and red clouds being the only things that gave away its once predominant exsistance that night.

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"Oh shoot I'm late," Eleanor hissed at herself as she grabbed her bag. She could tell from the sounds next door that Jessica and Shelly were getting along perfectly fine like usual. She sighed, there had to be a way she could help them, she just didn't know what it was. She had been finishing up the review sheet for her chemistry class, it was pretty easy. She smiled as she slid the paper into its appropriate folder on her desk.

Walking over to the mirror that clung to her closet door, Eleanor made sure she was fit to leave. Today she wore a pair of grey skinny jeans and a black fitted graphic tee. Her closet was slightly open so she nidged it the rest of the way shut with her worn converse. With a smile she turned from the mirror to check her room. Everything looked to be in place. There was nothing left on the ground, beds were made and everything was put away. Yup, everything was up to code. Code was important to her, she couldn't expect other people to listen to her as RA if she didn't even follow the rules. She was very strict about them.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Eleanor hopped down the steps two at a time before seeing Rodney outside, waiting as usual.

"You're late," he said though she knew he didn't care.

"Studying for chem tomorrow," she said with a shrug as her and her brother made their way across campus. They really did look alike, other than the fact that one was boy and the other was a girl, there weren't that many differences between them. They both had similar slender builds, but to their gender, and the same black hair. Rodney was also taller and while his eyes were almost crimson in color, Eleanor's were a dark brown though they looked black, with yellow around the pupil.

Rodney laughed and said, "You're gonna pass it anyway, you shouldn't worry so much." The two really were close, and together they apparently threatened some thought she didn't know why.

"Yeah, but I want to really pass," she said as a fire filled her eyes. She wanted to excel in her classes and do better than Rodney though that was impossible.

"Any luck with those girls on your floor?"

Eleanor shook her head saying, "No, I don't know what to do. But hey, I'll see ya later." She walked up to the door to her building and went inside allowing Rodney to continue on his way to class. Eleanor took her seat in spanish. She really didn't like the language, she just couldn't take it seriously. But, it was intellect and she liked that.

She had been lost in her own thoughts when a boy fell, grabbing her shoulder appologizing as she turned. She couldn't help but laugh, it was the RA from the floor below her, though she couldn't place the name, she was really bad about that. "RA problems again...?" Her voice trailed off, hoping he would clue her in on his name.

Shelly entered class and put her bookbag on her desk. She pulled her pencil box out of it and retrieved her portfolio from the stack in the corner. Returning to her desk, she sat and rummaged through the different drawings. Shaking her head, she pulled out a blank piece of paper and a pencil and began to sketch the object in the middle of the room. It was a log, gnarled and rotting.

It was already 10 minutes into class when a tall, pale male walked in. Shelly glanced up, and as soon as she met his eyes, her stomach screamed in pain. She grimaced, looking back down at her sketch, her stomach settling.

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Francis felt incredibly stupid. Not only did he trip of all things, but the girl he had braced himself against was extremely good looking. Uncharacteristically he blushed.

"RA problems again...?" she asked.

Francis straightened and smiled down at her, realizing as she said this that she was the third floor girl's RA. They had first met at the staff meeting a few weeks before, and obviously had a few classes together, but hadn't socialized much outside of that. Her dark eyes seemed to look right into the center of him. As the initial shock of her looks wore off, Francis' nostrils flared, his mind reeled. She smelled agonizingly familiar, but of what he couldn't place.

He shook his head and smiled again. "There's always problems when you're an RA. I'm Francis, what's your name?"

Even though he was a little late the class was empty, though that wasn't anything new for Rodney. Most people tried to avoid night classes, something about the time just set the kids uneasy. The dark haired male couldn't help but laugh at his own thoughts about what could possibly scare them. He stopped laughing when he noticed a girl look at her. She was attractive, though it wasn't her looks that caught his attention, it was her reaction to looking at him. She looked sick.

"Something the matter?" His voice coo'ed softly as he walked around her easle, taking the one beside her. If she was this uneasy now, Rodney had a feeling he could toy with her a bit. Eleanor was always telling him to lighten up anyway, so he figured he'd give it a try. Yet, by the time he was set up and sitting that plan completely changed as he dove head first into drawing the log.

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Eleanor couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, but it was the inhale afterward that caught her. There was a sharp smell, she couldn't place the scent but it seemed somewhat familiar, though she did not like it. Cover her nose lightly with her left hand she said, "Name's Eleanor. Eleanor Duboi."

She couldn't help but chuckle at his statement saying, "Yeah, tell me about it. We can't help everyone though that would be nice." She then scooted forward a little and moved her bag giving Francis the option of sitting beside her if he wished so they could continue their conversation.

The boy's voice was soothing as he asked her if something was the matter, though she refused to answer, truthfully or not. Shelly watched him out of the corner of her eye as he walked around her desk and sat at the one next to her. She shook her head slightly, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself. Besides the two of them, the rest of the room was empty. She wasn't scared of him, necessarily, but her stomach told her to be careful of him, that he shouldn't be trusted.

She was amazed by how graceful he seemed, moving so fluidly. No wonder he was in drawing - his hand moved across the page with ease. Shelly tried to concentrate on her own drawing, but it seemed impossible. Her stomach still tugged at her insides, never quite completely relaxing. She knew it wouldn't as long as he was seated next to her. As long as he didn't try to make eye contact again, she felt her abdomen would survive until she could escape.

Besides the sound of pencils scratching on the drawing pads, the room was quiet for some time. Shelly's neck hurt, and as she stretched her arm behind her head to rub it, the pencil she was holding slipped between her fingers, hit the floor, and rolled across the tile to rest beside one of the legs of the chair next to hers. Cursing quietly to herself, she reached down for it, but stopped short when she noticed the chair belonged to the boy. She scoffed, shaking her head at the irony: try to keep his attention off of her, and now she has to reach down next to his chair. Typical.

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Francis took Eleanor up on her offer, shuffling behind her to the next seat. As he sat he said, "You say that like there's someone on your floor you can't help. I have lots of those types of residents, but most of their problems aren't ones I can fix. For instance, today a kid wanted me to speak to the boys who live next to him because they don't come out of their room." Francis shook his head. "So what? Some people aren't as social as others."

He looked over at Eleanor and noticed she was holding her hand over her nose, almost like she was smelling fruit that was a bit too ripe. He frowned and inhaled, trying to catch whatever it was she was smelling. The only thing he noticed a bit off was the strange scent he picked up when he first met her, though that seemed a bit too coincidental, both of them noticing something like that at the same time.

A slight 'tink' sound brought Rodney's attention away from the log he was still putting in all the outlines. Looking down at the ground he saw a pencil and only need one guess to guess to whom it belonged. He leaned over and picked it up, looking up to see that she had moved to retreive it as well before stopping.

"You know, if you want my attention that badly you could've asked," he said as smirk crossed his pale, almost delicated facial features. He held the pencil out to nonchalantly and he then went back to drawing while he waited for her to take it. He wasn't going to mess with her, too badly at least. Eleanor would be proud of him at least talking this much to someone other than herself.

He glanced at the girl again, she really seemed to be bothered by him. He wasn't too thrilled about that, it seems that many people found him threatening, even moreso when he was paired with his sister. He didn't believe that he was a mean person, but it must have just been the vibe he gave off because what he was. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head at the thoughts. His eyes and pencil never leaving the paper.

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Eleanor's nose was slowing becoming used to the smell, not really, she just had to act like it. The smell was almost bitter sweet and held a warmth to it. It reminded her slightly of a dog her father had gotten her when she was little because her mother was gone. Her mother had been the other were in the family while her father was an ancient vampire though his skin didn't age.

Lowering her hand to rest in lightly on her other ontop of the desk she nodded, she wouldn't give away whom she was guessing it was. As far as she knew her brother and roommate were the only ones that didn't leave their room during the day, but she never paid much attention to that floor. "Yeah, tell me about it," she said with a sigh. "The girls next to me just don't get along. One has night classes, the other day. I'm not sure why they don't get along though. They never really told me."

The professor had come in at that point and started lecturing. Eleanor had taken a seat toward the back of the class and started to take notes. "I just don't know what to do with them," she whispered to Francis, her dark eyes on her paper as she did such.

"You know, if you wanted my attention that badly, you could have asked," he said, holding out the pencil to Shelly.

Shelly leaned back. When he glanced at her again and her eyes bounced off his, she grimaced and clutched her stomach. Fire shot through her abdomen in the seconds their eyes held each other, then disappeared. Something wasn't quite right with this guy, Shelly knew, and while her curiosity was piqued, she was not going to try and figure out what was going on.

She reached out and took the pencil, inhaling slightly at the cold feel of his fingers. She knew he could sense her reaction, both this and her stomach pains, so she tried her hardest to suppress them. He wasn't looking at her, only at his drawing, and the only thing Shelly could do was return to hers. But again her concentration was shot. This guy, the one seated next to her, who seemed to try so hard to act "smooth" and "cool", ever the casanova, completely ignored her unless something brought his attention to her.

He was fairly good looking, his dark hair and eyes contrasting sharply with his bright white skin, flawless in its nature. Shelly brought a hand to her head. This wasn't working. She started to gather up her belongings.

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Francis nodded. "Such is the way of the RA," Francis whispered back, pretending to take notes. "We're painted like we're the bad guys, though when we try to help out it's like we're snooping." He shrugged.

The smell was getting worse. Francis looked at the students sitting closest to them, discretely sniffing the air. It wasn't coming from any of them, though one smelled like he had spent the night on a bathroom floor wearing his own vomit. He glanced back over at Eleanor. She had removed her hand from her nose, but the look on her face still gave off the impression she didn't enjoy whatever was in the air.

Leaning slightly toward her, he took a deep breath of air. It was definitely stronger the closer he got to her. Odd. He had never smelled anything like it, except --

Francis sat up ram-rod straight, knocking his notebook to the floor with a SMACK.

"You do not have to leave," Rodney said without looking up. He could tell she was uncomfortable around him and she didn't blame him. He crossed one long leg over the other as he turned in his seat to watch her. "You may keep working, I will not bother you if that is what you wish." His voice was dead serious though it was still dark and rich.

Leaning back in his seat, he propped his elbows up on the back of his chair wondering what it was about him that set this girl off. Sure, he wasn't quite human but he rarely got this reaction. He watched her move, she seemed scared and timid, almost like a fould who has lost its mother. She was practically crying out for help, or, at least that is what he saw.

Then, like he had said, Rodney turned back to face his drawing and continued. He would not bother her, here at least. Given she left, he was probably going to follow. He intrigued her and he wanted to know more about what was bothering her. He wasn't all that happy when he didn't know something.

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Eleanor leaned away slightly when Francis moved closer to her. When he did she felt the warmth of him growing stronger and the smell got worse. She couldn't put it together though. She just focused on writing every word that the teacher was writing as well as what she could catch of him saying. A loud sound resonated suddenly when Francis's book fell and that caused the girl to yelp, rather.

"Sorry, sorry," she muttered to the class seeing as everyone was now looking at them. The teacher just shook his head, but Eleanor knew that if there were anymore interruptions like that he was going to kick her, if not both of them out. Her eyes then slid over to Francis as students slowly began getting back into the lecture.

"What's your problem?" She hissed quietly at him when she also noticed his odd posture. She glared at him slightly which made the yellow in her eyes seem to stick out more. Many people paid no attention to her eyes though, there were contacts out that looked just like her eyes so they figured that was what they were. She did get questions every now and again about them, but nothing bad ever came out of it, well, except with Terry, Rodney's roommate. But nothing good ever happened when he was around anyway.

Shelly was shoving her drawings into the portfolio, creasing the most recent one, but she didn't care. It was time to leave. The strange boy reassured her that he would not bother her, and she paused. She steeled her stomach and looked over at him, but his head was bent over his drawing. Her stomach was safe. Pressing her luck, she set down her pencil box and took a few steps closer to his desk, daring to look over his shoulder as his pencil arced across the page.

Her breath caught in her throat. "That's pretty good," she said quietly. It was better than pretty good. She glanced back over at her own portfolio, suddenly wondering if he had seen any of her crappy-by-comparison drawings. Embarrassed, she hoped he hadn't.

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SMACK went the notebook on the tiled floor, and Eleanor yelped. Travis swallowed, vaguely hearing her apologizing to the rest of the room, then her hushed voice asking what his problem was, but it was all muffled by the ringing of alarm bells going off in his head. No, no, no, no, I refuse to believe it, no, no. His mind raced, his heart thumped. Okay, calm down buddy, think it through. Where else have you smelled that before?

A few deep breaths and his heart settled down. Of course it was impossible. The only thing that came even remotely close to the smell was, well, himself. He smiled, shaking his head. Leaning over to pick up his notebook, he whispered to Eleanor, "Hey, this may seem like a weird question, but do I smell funny to you? I took a shower once today, maybe I need to take another..."

Rodney chuckled at her compliment on his drawing. "When your father is as picky about art as they come and your sister is also an art major, you really have to push yourself," his voice came out low and smooth. It was true, his father loved art, espeically ancient Victorian and the bass relief at all of the ancient cathedrals. I has nothing to do that he was there when they were created, the tall male thought to himself as he rolled his eyes at said thought.s

"And from what I can recall," he said, never looking up from his drawing. "Your own pieces are very nice as well. The composition is exquisit." He lifted his pencil and pointed it in the direction of her portfolio. Had he been watching her? Yes and no. He had been watching her in the sense that he admired artwork, mostly because of his father. Then no because he was watching her art and how she made it, not so much her as a person.

One didn't have to be around as long as his father to admire talents such as hers. Though she would never admit it. He figured as much. An artist is never fully satisfied with their work. If they are, then they're in the wrong field.

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Eleanor gave Francis a bewildered look at his question. Did he want her to sniff him? That was weird. She may have been different but she wasn't about to sniff some kid in class, that was just awkward. "Do I smell something?" She whispered her questioned reply, turning it to make his question one she would be willing to answer.

"Yes, I do smell something. But is it you? How am I supposed to know that? I don't go about sniffing other students." She raised her eyebrows slightly at the thought of it before pulling her attention from the boy to her notes. This kid was weird and she didn't know why he was acting like he was.

Leaning her head foreward slightly, Eleanor's black hair slid from over her shoulder and cascaded down her arm. When her hair fell it revealed a tattoo. Her brother had one as well as her father. They were all in the same spot. It was her father's idea, a way to mock to catholics that their holy relics could not harm him even when they are so close to his mind.

Pausing her note taking, Eleanor reached up and scratched her neck before pulling her hair back over her shoulder. She wasn't worried about Francis seeing. Very few knew the meaning or the ancient one that she called her father. It was just out of habit that she kept it covered, especially around people who were causing her to wig out like the boy beside her was doing right now.

Shelly listened with curiosity as the boy talked about his father with respect, and then frowned when he mentioned his sister was an art major. It was his compliment that struck Shelly the hardest. She didn't handle that well. She took a step backwards and stiffened. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it isn't exquisite." She spat the word like a glob of phlegm. "The least you could do is be honest."

She didn't wait for a response as she grabbed her bookbag and pencil box. As she fled from the room, she gave a moment's thought to her portfolio, but it was only a moment and by then she was taking the stairs two-by-two to the outside world.

The night was cool and slightly damp on her skin. Street lights illuminated the sidewalk. As she walked away from the art building, she kept shaking her head angrily at herself. Snotty bastard, she thought. Thinks he knows everything about art. Clearly he's wrong. Wrong in every way. She rubbed her stomach. Follow your gut feelings, Shelly. Don't go near him again.

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"Yes, I do smell something. But is it you? How am I supposed to know that? I don't go about sniffing other students," Eleanor said. She gave Francis a weird look, a bit of yellow in her eyes flashing, then leaned back over her notes. The action made her hair slide off of her back and down her arm, exposing a tattoo. Francis' eyes raised as he discretely tried to check it out. He glimpsed the vague shape of a cross before she pulled her hair back over it.

Hmm, interesting.

"Uhm, I hope you don't think I was accusing you of smelling bad," Francis muttered, turning back to his own partial notes. "Because you don't, you know. Smell bad."

And it wasn't a bad smell. It was just an odd smell, one that he hadn't associated with anyone else other than himself. Would it be considered a bad smell if it really was coming from her? Francis didn't know. Frankly, he didn't really want to know. Breathing through his mouth, he sighed and closed his eyes tightly. He was about shove his foot even further into his mouth.

"Look, I'm sorry if I was out of line--"

"Excuse me, but what is the policy in this class if you're caught talking over the professor?" a voice from the front of the room said loudly. "Isn't it an automatic F for the day and an excuse to head to dinner early?" The professor's voice was full of sarcasm, and Francis winced. Wonderful.

"Soy sinceramente arrepentido señor, no sucederá otra vez," Eleanor said in fluent spanish, apologizing to the teacher, saying that it would not happen again.

"Ah, así que usted sabe algún español después de todo," the professor replied though from the thick sarcasm and surprise in his voice, she could tell that he must not have believed that she knew anything about the language. Sighing Eleanor replied, knowing that he was testing her,

"Sí, mi familia es viajada muy bien. Saldremos ahora como no interrumpir la clase aún más." She was telling him that her familiy was well travelled and that they were going to leave, hoping that it would save them.

"Muy bien, permitiré que usted pase pero justo éste tiempo," he replied with a sigh. He didn't seem too happy about it. Quickly gathering her things, Eleanor looked at Francis and said,

"Come on, we're getting a get out of jail free card." After she had shoved her notebook in her bag and slung her bag over her shoulder she exited the room and building. The teacher was saying something about how they should take example of her, but she didn't care. She was forced to learn the language years ago and the class, well it was easy.

She didn't wait for Francis however, she didn't really want to talk about him after that, heck, she didn't even want to go to her last classes. She just wanted to run so she made a bee line to the woods. She didn't do anything once she got there, she just stood there a moment as she took in the scents of the night air. It really was calming.

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Rodney couldn't help but chuckle at the young lady's reaction. He some what expected it. Finding his drawing and classroom no longer entertaining he packed up and left. Once outside in the full darkness he felt much better. He practically appeared beside the girl, if she was watching it would have seemed that he just floated over to her.

He wasn't completely beside her though, he fell in step just a few steps behind her and couldn't help but chuckle. It was a rich chuckle, the kind that many would compare to velvet or flowing dark chocolate, now while those comparrisons didn't make any sense to him, it made sense to human's for some reason and the women, well they loved it, at least the ones that read the old vampire novels.

"You know, art is in the eye of the beholder," he said and his old, Romanian accent was slight, but still present in his voice. It had been a while since he and his sister had been to their birth country, but from time to time their roots would show. No one ever caught on to what they were though. Humans were oblivious creatures that only found accents attractive and not something that could hold one's dark past.

Still mumbling to herself, Shelly was startled by a voice behind her saying, "You know, art is in the eye of the beholder." She gave a quiet yelp and whirled around, only to nearly double over from the pain shooting through her abdomen. His dark brown eyes sparkled and Shelly quickly looked away from them, focusing her attention on her bookbag which she had dropped, her pencil box and notebooks all over the concrete sidewalk.

"And scaring the crap out of someone by sneaking up on her in a dark alley way is considered, by most, poor manners." She swallowed and bent down to pick up her things.

Don't look at him, don't look at him, don't look at him, she chanted over and over to herself. Stomach pains weren't the only thing she was trying to avoid by not looking at him. His pale complexion, weirdly smooth movements, and slightly Romanian accent kept Shelly on edge. And she had tried to stay away, but that was difficult when he was following her.

All of her spilled things gathered, she slung the bag back over her shoulder and continued walking.

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Francis' mouth opened to answer, and it stayed open as he listened to Eleanor and the professor talk in fluent Spanish. He could pick up snippets here and there, but most of it went right through his brain. It was only second level Spanish, after all. No one should know as much of the language as she did and still be in the class. Granted, it would be an easy grade, but redundant and boring to say the least.

"Come on, we're getting a get out of jail free card," Eleanor hissed at him, picking up her things and walking from the room. Everyone's eyes were on him as stood for a moment, still trying to understand what had happened.

"The rest of you could really take after Miss Duboi and... Mr. Winchell, you do realize that you are excused from the rest of today's class, don't you?"

Francis shook his head. "Yes, of course, my apologies." He picked up his bookbag and followed Eleanor's route out the door of the class and ultimately the building.

Once outside in the fresh air, he sighed. It wasn't his best day ever. If he kept it up, he'd see his RA funds disappear in a hurry. One more deep breath and Francis caught the faint whiff of what he smelled in the classroom. Not as strong, but it was the same. Frowning, his nostrils flaring, he stuck his nose in the air. It was coming from the direction of the woods. He started off on its trail, knowing deep down that it was probably a bad idea.

Rodney looked about the area in which he was. He was in an alley. Well that was a bit unexpected. "My intentions miss, are purely harmless I can assure you," he said as his accent vanished once again. The tall, thin male made no attempt to help the lady as he noticed his presence truly bothering her.

"Would you prefer if I were to just leave you be," he asked as he caught up to her. "Leave you be in the darkness where who knows what will happen to you." With that he just seemed to disappear amongst the shadows of the building. He was toying with her, but only slightly. He wanted her to think about what he asked and let it eat at her.

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Looking down at the ground to the base of the tree trunk of the tree that grew beside her, Eleanor dropped her bag. It was hidden in its shadow and only noticable if you were really paying attention or knew what you were looking for. She looked at her bag a moment longer wondering if it was truly hidden well enough before placing her right hand on her tattoo.

Looking out to the woods, adrenaline began pumping as her bi-ped form became that of a quadraped. A large wolf stood in her place, the black fur caught the light of the moon and almost seemed to sparkle. There was a white, almost slashed looking line of fur over her left eye. And her tattoo, well, that shown as white fur as well, though its details were not as clear.

She dug her claws into the ground before inhaling deeply, letting it out in a loud, crystaline howl. She was trying to release the tension in her body from the odd encounter in class and howling help her, a lot. That and running. Regripping the soil, her claws tore from the ground, the momentum pushing her forward, deeper into the woods.

Harmless? she thought, sneering lightly. It's doubtful you're harmless. She glanced over her shoulder to see him following her from a distance, saying, "Would you prefer if I were to just leave you be?" Shelly shook her head, refusing to let him mess with her mind, refusing to look back at him. "Leave you be in the darkness where who knows what will happen to you."

Clearly ignoring him wasn't working. She stopped and turned slightly. "I don't appreciate you messing with my mind. If you want to disturb me, you can just disappear." She was trying to watch him without fully looking at him but she couldn't seem to see him out of the corner of her eyes. She turned completely to face him and then took a step backwards because there was nothing there. Nothing but the shadows of the building.

Shelly had never been one to scare easily. When other children would run from the costumed people who jumped out at them in the haunted houses, Shelly would laugh in their faces. Horror movies never much to her either. Yet this boy - this tall, thin, pale boy with the dark red eyes - set her on edge. Her stomach turned to acid around him. And now, within seconds, he disappeared. No warning, no sounds, just gone.

"What in the world..." The night suddenly seemed cold and large, her breathing echoing around her. Despite her attempts, he had gotten inside her mind and screwed around with it after all.

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Francis followed the scent as it grew heavier the closer he got to the forest. It wasn't smart to be wandering around in the woods after dark. Of course, he was one the reasons it wasn't smart, and even though it only took him seconds to shift into his other form, he'd rather be cautious than not. His trepidation was confirmed when a howl burst through the quiet of the night. Francis, eyes wide, hesitated. After a few moments curiosity won out and he entered the forest.

A few layers of trees in, and the scent overwhelmed him, amplified ten times. He coughed lightly, covering his nose with his hand. There was no other scent as heavy as this. He wondered if his scent trail was as thick when he changed, then shook his head, knowing that if another werewolf was living within miles of his home, he would know about it. Or would he? He'd never run into another werewolf before, and hardly knew anything about them other than what he had learned himself.

The smell was getting worse. If it was another werewolf, Francis didn't want to take the risk of running into him or her, at least not yet. More detective work was required. He turned to leave but something caught his eye. Leaning on the base of one of the trees was a bookbag. Frowning, Francis picked it up. He was sure he recognized it. He unzipped it and pulled out a notebook. Flipping through it, he realized it was Spanish notes. No wonder he recognized it; it belonged to Eleanor.

Rodney laughed, that same rich laugh from earlier, seemingly 'appearing' behind her. "I vant to suck your blood," he said bringing out his Romanian accent. He looked over the back of her head awaiting her reaction. He wondered what his dad would think, he would never say that but the public labeled him with the stupid saying.

"The world's suddenly much larger in the dark when you're scared huh?" He asked with a slightly chuckle as the joking slowly left his system. That was enough for one day that's for sure. Thinking of his sister he wondered what he was she was up to when he heard the howl. Just that one sound and he knew. She was out running.

Rodney casually slid his hands into his pockets before saying, "If you want I can lead you to the commons so you don't have to travel alone." He was being serious. All joking aside. He felt that he had messed with the girl enough.

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A sound and a smell caught Eleanor's nose and she haulted her run. Raising her head into the air she sniffed and a ruffling sound of pages reached her ears. Someone had found her stuff. This brought a threatening growl tearing through her throat. Turning around instantly she began running back towards her stuff.

The trees whilred by her as the soft soil gave the wolf momentum as she ran through the woods. Twigs snapped here and there as the other forest creatures darted out of her path. That smell, that smell was back and it angered her.

When Eleanor finally got back to where she had left her bag she saw a boy. It wasn't any boy, but Francis, the boy from her spanish class and the 2nd floor RA. Her claws dug into the ground slowing her to a stop before she took slow, menacing steps toward the male. She bared her white teeth as she growled, her ears pinned to the back of ther head. She was not going to have her secret blown because of him.

"I vant to suck your blood," the boy's voice whispered behind her, his Romanian accent back. Shelly whirled around. "The world's suddenly much larger in the dark when you're scared, huh?"

"Stop that!" she demanded. Fighting through the pain in her stomach she advanced her 5 foot 4 inch self upon the boy, acting as menacing as she could. Was difficult, considering he probably had a foot of height on her, if not more.

He ignored her, seemed distracted for a second by a far-off noise, then his whole demeanor changed, from creepy stalker to concerned friend as he offered to walk Shelly to the commons. Shelly blinked and backed away. What made him change so quickly? This was all wrong.

She adverted her eyes from his, addressing his elbow instead. "I don't need an escort. I'm a big girl." Even as the words came out of her mouth, she knew that she would have trouble keeping from running the rest of the distance to Hallaway. There were probably worse things out there than him, but she hardly knew him. Yet the night had turned frighteningly dark and scary. Despite her stomach's warnings, she hoped that he would see through her words and continue to follow her until she reached her destination.

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Francis looked around, wondering what the girl was doing alone in the woods that time of night. Not safe for him, a guy and a werewolf nonetheless, much less a pretty young girl like herself. Indecisiveness wound its way through him. He could put the bag back where he found it, return to the dorm, and pretend he hadn't gone into the woods. Or he could go looking for little Eleanor, make sure she was safe, and maybe make amends by...

The smell was getting thicker and heavier, overpowering all other scents. Francis nearly gagged, dropping the bag, a hand over his mouth. There was a rustling noise, something moving closer, and fast. He turned toward it and nearly screamed.

It skidded to a stop several feet away, teeth bared, ears pinned back to the sides of its head: an enormous wolf. Bigger than anything he had seen in pictures or on television. It must have been three times larger than him, growling deep in its throat. Francis swallowed hard, grimacing as the wolf snapped at the air.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit was all Francis could think. He held very still, knowing, or at least thinking, that any sudden movements would cause it to charge. It was the predator and he was the prey. What if this was the thing that got Eleanor? The thought shot through his skull and slammed into his spinal cord, causing the world to swim before him. He blinked several times, willing the thought away. If it was the cause of her disappearance, there was nothing he could do for her. He had to focus on himself.

Change. Now. Do it. Francis shook his head at himself. Of course he could shift into wolf form and probably flatten the wild one before him, but was it worth the killing of a wild wolf? If it saved his life, maybe.

The wolf in front of him was making no effort to harm him, circling him slowly as he thought out his options. Almost as if it didn't want to hurt him, but merely showing a sign of aggression. Francis took a closer look: its fur was dark black, blending in very well with the night; eyes flashing yellow; a white slash mark cut across its forehead, over its left eye; on its back was another white mark, almost glowing in the moonlight.

At the sight of the mark on its back, Francis inhaled. It vaguely resembled a cross. The cross, the eyes, the smell. There was no way she could be a werewolf. He would know if another of his kind was in the area! He would be able to sense it! And besides that, she was huge! He was never that huge in wolf form. Or was he.

"Eleanor?"

Rodney simlpy sighed and began walking to the dorm building. "Well I'm heading back, you can follow me or not, it's up to you," he said with a wave back before sliding his hand back into his pocket. Even with the slight breeze the vampire could still catch the scent of his sister. She was out again, like she was every night.

He looked down, watching his shoes tread the pavement beneath him. He often wondered what would have happened to his sister had their mother really been around. She was raised with vampires, never knowing her own kind. Even when he had pushed she refused wanting nothing to do with them.

The vamp wasn't completely heatless. He looked back to see if the female had chose to follow him and slowed down just in case she did choose to. Rodney wasn't sure what kind of mood Eleanor was in tonight and he knew that she would never harm him or those with him. Just to be on the safe side he would escort the lady, if she accepted.

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Slight shock entered the wolf's eyes as Francis questioned her by her name. She was found out. Eleanor could not let this get back to the school. Her father would not be too thrilled about it happening again. The last time it had happend her and her brother were chased off the school property in the middle of the day. Rodney was badly hurt after that, but has since then gotten better.

Digging her claws into the cool earth, she lunged at the boy, close enough that it could've knocked him over. She barked at him, snarled, snapped her jaws. Once that display was through, she lowered her mighty head to look him in the eye. Her teeth still bared, she didn't want him to think that she was just going to let him walk away after seeing her and knowing it was her.

The scent wafted through the air, very strong at this point. Sniffing the male a few times Eleanor determined it was him. This enraged her more as she thrust her head closer to him. Her father, the great and mighty vampire of lore told many stories of killing foul wolf heathen beasts, yet her mother, the mightest alpha female the world has ever known got past that side of him. Eleanor took much from her mother, her size, color, and territorialness. This was one of those moments where territory, and honor, were coming into play.

The boy must've sensed Shelly's hesitation, because he offered to walk her back one more time before starting out toward the dorm. Still unsure, Shelly stood for a moment, watching him walk away. Something was off about him, even as he grew smaller with distance, she could tell by the way he walked, which was more like gliding than striding. The night once again loomed around her, even the buildings seemed taller and more imposing. She pulled the side of her zip-up hoodie closer around her and hurried off after him.

She justified it to herself this way: He was no longer following her, which means his intentions weren't necessarily bad. Didn't mean she could drop her guard completely, as her stomach's warnings were at the front of her mind. Now [i]she/i] was following him, making him less of a threat. If she kept behind him and kept her eye on him, she would be safe. Once she got to the dorm, she could escape to her room and hopefully never see him again.

Of course, he was in her classes, which didn't help things. It was easy for her to pretend she didn't know people - she did it all the time. She'd just have to do it extra hard with him.

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When Francis mentioned her name, the wolf lunged at him, close enough to knock him off his feet. His instincts took over and he lowered into a crouch, twisting his body with the wolf's as she sailed past. She landed, spinning to face him, clumps of dirt flying in the air. Her mighty jaws snapped at his face, her eyes locked onto his in a display of dominance. Francis automatically growled in return. It was taking all his strength to keep the change from rippling through him. If it was Eleanor, he didn't want to risk his secret.

She darted her head forward, snapping her jaws a foot from his face. Rage shot through his body. A involuntary yell escaped from his throat, morphing into a howl as his body morphed from human to wolf. His light brown hair extended down his back to cover his entire body in a golden brown coat of fur. The bottom part of his legs were encased in white fur, from his ankles down to his feet.

He shook himself, working the kinks out of his back. He danced a few steps back from the she-wolf, narrowing his eyes. He wasn't mistaken about her size: even though he was in wolf form, she was still bigger than him. He bared his teeth, letting her know she couldn't bully him. It's true, he had never run into another werewolf, but just because it was the first time seeing another one of his kind wouldn't mean he would let her walk all over him.

Rodney knew that Shelly was following him before she had even gotten up to where he was walking. A part of him was relieved, he could feel tension in the air, his sister was not happy tonight. He picked up his pace slightly, hoping that she would do the same maybe thinking that he knew something she didn't or something like that.

The rest of the yard was empty. Students were either still in class or sleeping, completely oblivous as to what was going on. They were almost to Hallaway Hall at least. The buildings around them were still lit up, the lights scattered throughout the grounds were as well, but that couldn't protect the students from the true terror of the night. It just really made the humans feel safer being able to see.

His feet tapped on the ground lightly with each step, the floating seeeming to just be an illusion. Once he got to the door he held it open for her. His mind was hoping that she would hurry, but he would not show it. When she finally got up to him he said, "Oh, try not to give my sister a hard time?" It was to make her think, though Eleanor had spoken much to him about her RA stuff.

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He was a werewolf, just the thought of the vile creature cause Eleanor to snap her jaws and bark at the now wolf more. Creatures like that did not deserve to exsist, that was what she was taught anyway. It didn't matter that she was the same thing that she hated so, she was raised with vampires, never knowing her own kind.

Now that Francis had given way to his wolf form that meant that Eleanor didn't have to hold back. He had practically given in to her challenge by showing her what he was. He may not have expected one were to out right attack another for no reason, but of course she was an exception.

She jumped at the boy once again, this time her jaws were open. She knew what the flesh would feel like, it would be so similar to that of others before him. She planned on making the smaller being regret seeing her, regret being what he was.

The boy seemed to be in a hurry, walking or gliding quicker as they approached Hallaway. Shelly kept her eyes on his back as he opened the door for her. She hesitated, then walked under his braced arm without having to duck, into the warmer dormitory. "Oh," he said, and she turned, automatically making eye contact. Her stomach turned inwards and ate at itself. "Try not to give my sister a hard time."

Shelly looked away and frowned. His sister? Jessica? Not possible. Shelly's roommate was short and pudgy; this boy was tall, thin, and more than handsome. Who else would her attitude affect? Her RA, Eleanor? Upon thinking about it, this boy and Eleanor did have a lot in common, maybe not in demeanor as Eleanor was always trying to get into her business and he just liked to tease her.

Small world. Shelly looked up and nodded, focusing on his neck as she did so.

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The other wolf's jaws snapped at the air, barking and growling fiercely. His own threats didn't deter her, her eyes flashing with burning hate that Francis had never seen before.

The she-wolf - Francis had a hard time thinking of her as Eleanor - didn't hesitate as she lunged at him. It was clear she was used to fighting, and Francis wasn't. She slammed into his shoulder, her teeth sinking into his flesh. He howled, snarling and whipping his head back and forth. He could feel the blood running down his leg. He feebly attempted a counter attack, but her jaws were locked and wouldn't budge, even as he scraped his claws along her side.

This is not what he wanted. Not what he wanted at all. He whimpered, going limp, his legs giving out from under him as his body sagged to the ground. Hopefully acting submissive would buy him some time to think of something else.

Rodney smiked at her nod as he said, "She means well. She only wants to help you guys." His attention then deviated from her to her eyes. She was staring at something, but what could it be? He stared back at her for a moment, her eyes weren't on his, they were lower. Something had her attention, but- Oh, right, his tattoo.

"What this distracting you?" He asked as he turned his head the left enough to reveal the black ink. "It's a family tattoo," he told her, which wasn't really a lie. He just hadn't told her the meaning behind it. He shut the door, though he could still feel his sister's anger and tension. He did it because of the cool breeze that was coming into the building. While it didn't effect him in the least, he thought that Shelly may have been getting cold, either that or the first floor RA was going to come and chew him out.

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Mentally Eleanor smirked at what she had done. The amusment of it playing in her eyes. She drew blood, he was hurt, but now, now he was acting submissive. She knew vampire code and she knew that when one, even a werewolf, has become submissive that you are no longer to attack. Rather she sat down and stared at the wof.

Rodney was worried, she could feel that and she was going to await his arrival. Where as Eleanor tended to killer werewolves on the spot, it was Rodney who would talk her out of it. It wasn't so much that she wanted to be talked out of it, but rather that he just had a way with words. That, and him being the vampire between them, had more power than she. It was almost like she was still just a pet to her father and brother, but she usually got the outcome that she wanted in the end.

The boy was talking about Shelly's RA, but she wasn't listening. While focusing on his neck instead of looking him in the eyes in order to keep her stomach intact, she noticed a few lines of black ink. "Was this distracting you?" he said, turning his head. "It's a family tattoo."

Shelly nodded as he let the door swing shut. "Does your sister have one? It's an interesting design."

She caught herself. Asking other people questions wasn't in her nature. It made them ask her questions out of politeness, and she'd much rather not talk about herself. She ran a hand through her dark hair and quickly looked down the hall to the stairs that would lead her to the third floor and to the safety of her room. Jessica would be there, but her presence wasn't anything a pair of headphones and some drawing couldn't cure.

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Francis rolled his eyes to look in Eleanor's face, to see if his submission had gotten through to her. He was shocked to see amusement in her eyes. The pain was a dull ache, and wouldn't cause any permanent damage. Eleanor opened her jaws and the upper half of his body, once supported in her mouth, fell hard to the ground. She sat back and stared at him, her mouth open and tongue hanging out in what could only be described as a smile.

So submission had worked. It pained Francis to have to do it that way, but if it helped him to live, then that's what he would do. His first run in with another werewolf wasn't going exactly the way he had hoped.

Laying on the ground, Francis changed back into his human form. His clothes had been shredded when he had become a wolf, but he wasn't embarrassed. He sat up, wincing from the pain in his shoulder. Small trickles of blood had dried on his arms. He sighed and looked up at the giant she-wolf sitting in front of him. "You really did a number on me! Next time I'm going to have to let loose and see if you can take what you give." Humor was supposed to alleviate the tension, but he doubt it worked. "So why did you decide to attack me but let me live, anyway?"