The small Were stood in the shadows of the alley. It sniffed the air cautiously, then it ran out ontro a deserted street. It was quiet and peaceful for a change. Suddenly the Were turned into a thin well proportioned woman that stood five feet with short shoulder length purple hair, and cute features. She was completely naked from the change as she stood and picked up her clothes, putting them on quickly. Her breath was heavy and she could feel her heart beating in her ears as she started walking along until she came upon a tall lean man with short spiky white-blonde hair.

"I lost him," the man says to her and she nods. "Yeah, me too. Now he knows we're on his trail," she says and sighs a bit. He blinks at her a little. "Which means we can't go hunting for him for a while. If we do, he'll end up killing us. He's smarter than he looks," the young man says, scratching his head lightly.

"I'll inform the pack on the situation about the insane Were. You go try to get some sleep, I'll see you later. And man, do I ever think I have fleas," he says and takes another alley, hurrying through it. She laughs a little and walks along.

She makes it home and shuts the door lightly. Her mother pokes her head down from upstairs. "Samantha?" her mother calls and she looks up at her. "Yeah, it's me. I'm just getting home. I was at Jasmine's studying for my test," she lies and goes upstairs. Her mom had no idea she had been bitten last year by a Were and was turned. Luckly, her new best friend Jasmine happened to be born a Were, so she got help from her and joined in her pack. All her mother knew was that they spent a lot of time together.

Samantha slowly walked past her mother and turned to her smiling when she reached her bedroom door. "Mom... I told you not to wait up for me. I'm sorry if I made you worry, but that test is really important to me," she says, trying to cheer her mother up a bit. Her mother smiles and hugs her. "I know. I know you're responsible, but sometimes I can't help it," she says while Samatha hugs her in return, then they release. "Night, Mom," Samantha says. "Good night, Sweetie," her mother says and Samantha walks in her room, crashing on the bed. She kicks her shoes off. She didn't bother to get out of her clothes since she was so exhausted. She lays back and gently goes to sleep.

"So you're Mom's still all protective of you, huh?" Jasmine asks the next day at school. Samantha nods and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, majorly," she replies, watching Jasmine sip on a carton of juice through a straw. She was a bit taller that Samantha and a bit darker in complexion, but they both had purple hair since they decided to do that together, but Samantha's was a little longer than Jasmine's.

They of course were in the outcast crowd, cheerleaders didn't like them and they weren't very popular around the jocks too much either. None of that mattered to them anymore now that things were changing and it was their Junior year.

"Hey, I'm coming on the run tonight with you and Cole," Jasmine says as they sit down in their first period class, which happens to be American Literature. Samantha nods. "Good, I'm glad you are. Cole is kind of slow. You're faster," she says and Jasmine gives a snort at the comment. "True, but he is stronger. Plus he's cute. You should totally go for him, Sam," Jasmine says and they both giggle.

That night they walk down the street from Jasmine's house.They were going to a bar in town. They were both only sixteen, but luckly they had fake ID's for this kind of stuff. It was business anyway. They got a hint from someone in the pack that the insane Were would be there tonight. They decided to go even though they shouldn't be hunting tonight.

They get to the bar and get in with no problem. They see Cole and walk over to him. "So which one is him?" Jasmine whispers and cuts his eyes at a huge muscular man in the corner, obviously hiding his face as he hunches over. Samantha slowly walks over to him and he looks around, glaring at her. He sniffs at her and all of a sudden he lunges on her, snarling in her face. She kicks him off even though he's much stronger than she is.

Cole and Jasmine come racing at him and punching, kicking, scratching, biting, and slapping at him. The human patrons scream, leaving and the two bar tenders leave as well. By then tables and chairs are broken where they've been fighting.

Finally Samantha gets on his back and grabs his head, twisting it so it breaks his neck. Their ears prick up and in the distance they hear sirens. "Let's get out of here!" Cole says and they all sprint from the building. Cole leaves them and Samantha and Jasmine head to Jasmine's house. Samantha got permission from her mother to stay the night at Jasmine's house, so they tumble inside and into her room, where they both crash and fall asleep.

I stood still as I watched my master pondering in the moonlight. It was dark outside, yet I could see perfectly thanks to my new vampiric vision. It was the night after my turning and I was just getting used to the ways of this new life. "Melissa?" my master said softly and looked at me. "Yes, my lord?" he already had authority over me, so I had no choice but to act the part of a slave. "Do you find this way of life a gift?" he asks.

A gift? Why on Earth would I think this demonic curse a gift? "No, my lord. Should I?" I said very carefully. I didn't want to upset him with a wrong answer. He chuckled lightly and turned to face me, his eyes boring into mine. "No...but some believe so. Being a vampire is no gift. But like so many of our kind I have to play the part. Elegance and violence. Yes, our flawless behavior is what makes us so great. But Melissa, my love, never get carried away in this kind of living. We're cursed and whatever anyone says you have to know this is no gift."

He turns away again and lowers his head. His trouble shown through his handsome back and wide, strong shoulders. I turned and walked back inside. I hadn't explored the rest of the place yet and I wanted to see just how many other vampires lived here besides me and my handsome master. I figured a lot since the place was extravigantly big.

In an hours time I had gone through the whole bottom floor and still there were no signs of others. But I did hear someone in the study. Two someone's in fact. They were rather loud, so I made my way there. I looked in through the crack in the door. I saw my masters flawless features and an older gentleman with short gray hair and he was probably about my height. He was a vampire, I could tell from the way he seemed to carry himself.

"Are you sleeping with her?" The older gentleman asks my master. My master took a sip of his red wine, or blood maybe, and sits it down. "No, Edward, I'm not," he says in his usual beautiful tone, but I could tell it was stressed. "Arthur...I hope for your sake you aren't," Edward says sharply. So that was my masters name. Arthur. It suited him. "I am not sleeping with Melissa. She is only my companion," my master, Arthur says. So their talking about me. I found that rather disturbing. "Oh, now her name is Melissa, hm?" Edward rattles on with a slight grin upon his face. He was getting joy out of my master distress over our affairs together.

"Stay away from her. She is my concern, not yours," Arthur says and Edward gets up quickly and gracefully pins my master to the wall, getting close to his face. "I believe you, Arthuer, but by the name of Drakula, do not share a coffin with her. Intimate relationship or not," Edward brethes, then heads toward the door. I duck into the shadows right in time. He didn't see me.

"Spying, are we?" comes a deep female voice and I turn around to meet the first vampire I have seen in Arthur's home. She's a tall blonde beauty indeed. Her skin seemed to glow and she had such grace and elegance as she walked carefully over to me. I wondered if in her human years if she had been a model. She was definately gorgeous enough.

"Don't worry, I won't tell. I do it all the time, too. I'm Natasha," she gave a toothy smile and extended her hand. She had a bit of an accent. English maybe. I took her hand and shook it. "Melissa," I said well aware of her looking me over, then she gently ran her hand up my arm and around my chin. "Ah...so your the Melissa I've been hearing about the castle. Yes, I can see what he likes in you," Natasha says and drops her hand to her side. Her touch definately made me shiver.

Natasha looked up as my master strode out of the room and over to us. "Forgive me, Natasha, but Melissa and I need to go. You can chat with her later," he says. Natasha gave me a smile and my master took my hand, leading me to his bedroom. I had forgot the sun would be coming up soon.

He went into the bathroom and undressed, so I took that time to get into my day wear as well, which is night wear to most humans. He came back. "Get in," he said, pointing to the coffin. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to make a point. To show that we could be sleeping partners without being lovers. I had no choice but to get in. I didn't want him to find out I had been listening in on his conversation. He layed beside me.

"Good night, Arthur..." I breathed to him and he took my hand, squeezing it lightly.