It was my first day of starting at this new high school. One more year until I graduate! I just walked out of the office, following the teacher to my first class.

The teacher opened the door and told me to go in. I walked up to the teacher who was taking attendance. Excuse me, ma'am. At hearing my voice, she looked up and smiled. You must be the me student! I'm your teacher Mrs Swift. You may introduce yourself to the class now.

I turned to the class who were all looking at me, curious of who I was. I smiled, which made some girls blush, and others whisper. Hello, I'm Summer Wolfe. I'm new here, so please take care of me.

After my introduction, I ignored their reaction and turned back to the teacher. May I know where my seat is?

She smiled and told me to sit in the last row, that my desk mate was sitting next to the window.

I made my way into the back of the room. My desk mate had his head in his arms. He had blonde medium length hair, and was wearing all black. I turned back to the teacher, when she started the lesson.

During the lesson, a breeze blew into the room from the window. The smell of a vampire stung my nose. I leaned over and sniffed my desk mate. Vampire. I mumbled. He stiffened visibly. Shifting his head so one bright green eye was looking at me. I could tell he hasn't eaten for about one or two months.

He must be a half breed. If you need blood, meet me on the roof. I said turning back to the lesson. Even without looking at him, I could tell he was shocked.

After the lesson, I walked up the stairs case that leads to the roof. I waited until the door opened again. He looked horrible. His bright green eyes were on me. I sat on the ground, leaning against the wall. Taking off my tie, and pushing my shirt to the side. He looked hesitant at first, but kneeled in front of me. Leaning his head against my neck, the surge of pain as his teeth sank into me. I grabbed his hair, as he continued to drink my blood.

After what felt like ages, he forced himself away. My blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Werewolf. He mumbled with a shocked expression on his face. The skin already covered the place his fangs once were.

I got up, fixing my clothes. Humans blood was just food for vampires they could get anywhere, but werewolf blood was like wine to them. But since werewolves were superior in strength, they didn't allow vampires to drink their blood. I honestly didn't care, since my body would just regenerate, but I understand why he was shocked. I just didn't want him getting out of control, attacking humans and exposing the supernatural world to humans.

If you need more, just let me know. I said, leaving him on the roof top, standing there still shocked.

I made my way back to class, before it started. After the late bell rang, my desk mate stepped into the class and apologized to the teacher for coming late.

He sat down next to me, staring at me. This went on for the rest of the class. But I ignored him, and class finally ended.

Every day for the past week, he has been staring at me. He hasn't said anything since realizing I was a werewolf. And didn't ask for more of my blood. My patience ran out at self study.

Why do you keep staring at me?! I asked in a whisper/yell. He blushed and looked at his paper, before whispering. T... thank y..ou. He has been staring at me all this time for just a thank you?! I put my hand on my forehead. What's your name? I asked since I forgot to get it on the roof.

Elliot. He said quietly. I rolled up my sleeve and put my wrist on his lap. He looked at me in confusion. Just drink quietly and don't waste any. I said going back to my paper. He leaned down, and sunk his teeth into my wrist. I flinched, but ignored it, making sure no one saw. Fifteen minutes past and he released my arm. Licking the blood away.

You look better. I said as I pulled my arm back, unrolling my sleeves. He did. He has a lot more color in his face. He didn't look dehydrated anymore. He smiled a little. Then I went back to finish my work.

Before lunch everyday, we would meet on the roof top. Some days he's gentle, and other days he bites my neck harshly. Each day that passes by, he becomes more and more handsome.

I lived alone since my dad was always busy with the pack. He was the Alphas right hand man, the Beta of the Wolfe pack. And he returned today. As soon as I opened the door, he grabbed me by the neck, slamming me against the wall. He looked pissed.

He started shouting at me. WHY THE F*CK DO YOU SMELL LIKE A VAMPIRE?! I CAN PRACTICALLY SMELL ITS SALIVA ON YOUR NECK! YOU SHAME THE WEREWOLVES!

After a hour of him scolding me, he left the house, slamming the door. I honestly didn't care. He was never a father figure to me, so if he's pissed, he shouldn't expect me to go after him.

I went to the bathroom, seeing my neck black and blue. I'll have to where a scarf tomorrow. it won't heal in time, and it's starting to swell up. I was pale in the face from the cut of oxygen. Wrapping ice around my neck, I managed to fall asleep. Somehow.

The next morning came, my neck looked worse than yesterday. A wound inflicted by a being more powerful than you, takes longer to heal than normal wounds. I grabbed a blue scarf, trying not to move to much. The pain just kept surging through my neck.

As I got in front of the school, a hand dragged me into the sports warehouse. I was pinned against the wall, seeing Elliot looking down on me. Why didn't I notice he was so tall. He put his head at my neck, sniffing. He leaned back again, looking pissed. He grabbed the end of my scarf, and pulled it off.

I tried hiding my neck with my hands, but he just held them in his one hand, pinching my chin, turning my head to get a better look. He leaned in again. His soft lips brushed against my ear. Who did it? He asked. I was silent. He looked even more pissed when I didn't answer. He punched the wall next to my head. Asking again. But this time more aggressively. My dad. I whispered.

After the incedint in the sports warehouse, I haven't seen him for the whole day. As usual, I waited on the roof to feed Elliot. He didn't come. I walked down the stares, running into some kids crowding in a circle. I made my way through, seeing Elliot sitting on top of a kid, smashing his face in. I didn't even know, but my body reacted on its own. Pulling Elliot off of the kid who's face was covered in blood, and holding him back. Elliot, what are you doing?! I whispered/yelled at him. He wasn't acting like his shy meek self. It was as if something possessed him.

Pulling Elliot by the hand, I pulled him to the roof. I pushed him against the wall as soon as we got up.

What were you thinking?! What if you reacted to his blood?! You could have got caught! I looked him straight in his eyes. They weren't the bright green ones I remembered. They were red. Blood red.

To lost in his eyes, he pulled me against the wall, biting into my shoulder. I whimpered in pain as he bit harder than he ever did before. I grabbed his hair, flinching as he brushed his skin against my injured neck. He noticed too. He was drinking to much blood, I could feel myself going week. My legs wobbled beneath me. He didn't let go, he bit in deeper. Deeper into where my neck and shoulder meets. Just as I thought he would suck me dry, he pulled away from my neck. His green eyes showing concern through them. I tried to stay awake. But the darkness slowly took over me.

Ten days later

Be....Bee...Beep...Beep... Beep

It's so noisy... I cough, feeling how dry my throat was. Pain surging at the bottom of my neck. I tried opening my eyes, but I didn't have enough strength. My body felt like lead.

How is it going? Did you find that vampire who did this to my son?! N-no...beta... Then find him! I heard a door slam, and silence filled the room again. I have to warn Elliot. My eyes slowly fluttered open. I was at the packs clinic. A blood bag right next to my head, was running blood from a tube into my arm.

What happened to me? I looked around the room, no one was here. I pushed off the bed, using most of my strength to sit up. The smell of disinfectant filled the room. I looked around for a glass of water. I couldn't find anything, so I swung my heavy legs over the bed, forcing my self to walk unstablely towards the sink. I leaned my head down, almost falling over, and turned the water on with my shaky hands. I was only wearing a paper dress. I looked around for my clothes, finding it thrown on the floor. They probably tried getting a scent from Elliot off of it. I leaned down, using the chair arm near me as support, and picked up the clothes. My dried blood was covering almost half of the upper side of the white shirt. I can't wear this for outside. I pit on the pants and left the room. My chest exposed. There was no one else around besides the reception lady. I easily snuck back into the staff's locker room, breaking open the first locker I seen with a guys name on it. A black hoodie and gym shorts were piled nicely. I took the hoodie and threw it over my head. It was pretty easy to sneak out of the hospital, but finding Elliot was the hard part.