Treasa and William: Werewolf and Vampire in Love

  As I sat at my desk waiting for some alarm to go off I dreamed…. I wish I could be at home with a family of my own, but I was stuck at this desk 12 hrs a day, waiting for the next person to breach our walls.
  “Treasa! There’s been a breach, get up now, before another of my siblings dies!” I growled at Max, my brother, but obliged running after him, while shifting to my wolf form.
  Once I passed through the gate a vampire grabbed my arm. I whipped around and got ready to dig my claws into his chest, but his hand caught my wrist. I saw my attackers face relaxed, then laughed, “William what are you doing here, I almost killed you?”
  He laughed smoothly, “You mean I almost killed you.” I rolled my eyes at him, shwing that I clearly want to get into one of our ‘I’m stronger than you’ fights. “Oh, well to answer your question, my brother said he wanted to attack the Rawson manner, so tagged along, just a reason to visit you!” His hazel eyes twinkled as he looked down at me. “Oh do you mind?” He asked looking down at my bare hairy body.
  “Oops, sorry babe,” I morphed back to my human form. My skirt and loose sweatshirt materialized. “Is that better William?”
  “Much, aw Terry is that the sweatshirt I gave you?”
  “Of course it is!” I replied.
  He thought for a second, “What about the scent?”
  I let out a short chuckle, “I told them that it was a souvenir from one of my kills!”
  “And they believed you?” he asked truly surprised, “Wow.” He cocked his head listening for something, “I have to go.”
  “Okay they probably need me too.” I hugged him and started running towards the battle, I heard William yell out but it was far too late.
  Out of the corner of my eye a vampire came charging at me. His fangs grabbed my neck, and he kept flying, not letting go. It hurt so bad I couldn’t even cry out in pain.
  Will ran at the vampire, who looked very confused. He broke his neck in one snap and came running to my side. He scooped me up and the next thing I knew we were at a river.
  “You need to change into your wolf form!” he whispered frantically into my ear.
  “I can’t” I moaned, “used silver…” I was paralyzed and there was nothing I could do about it; but William could. Silver didn’t bother vampires, seeing as one used it on me, but to a werewolf, it was absolute poison, or 95% of the time, death.
  “I’m so sorry; this wasn’t supposed to happen Treasa!! I love you!”
  If I could I would have put my hand on his mouth but instead I attempted to bark, “Just…get…the silver…out!” he sniffed the air then bit down on the wound sucking the silver out. All of the sudden I felt released, the silver was gone. I changed form and felt the wound heal. After changing back I slowly stood up.
 “Thanks William, if you weren’t here …” he shut me up with a kiss. When we broke apart I brushed my lips across his cheek and whispered, “I should probably be getting back now… you too.”
  He didn’t answer, nor did he listen to what I said He grabbed my hand and walked me deeper into the woods. I didn’t fight it.
  He suddenly said, “We never get time alone Treasa. Do something spontaneous for once!”
  I stopped right in my tracks, “I never do anything spontaneous, puhleeese!! This whole entire thing were doing is spontaneous!” I spat, “If I weren’t so mad at my parents this never would have happened!!!”
  He pulled me closer to him, his hot breath down the back of my neck, “I’m sorry, it’s just since your sister…you’ve been so carful, too carful. No fun.” 
  I pushed away from him now thoroughly ticked, “You mean ever since your people killed my sister! Well yea I would think I’m more cautious! I think what just happened back there,” I yelled my voice getting higher, and pointing towards the battle, “Shows why I should be!” I lowered my voice, “Dangit William I love you and your standing here making me think I shouldn’t! I’m not boring Will I’m carful, and have every reason to be!” I started pacing in circles, then turned around pointing my finger at him, “You know what, Carrie has been running through my dreams, begging me to kill her murderer, but I haven’t! For you!”
  This left him dumbstruck; he couldn’t speak so I just stood there with my arms crossed waiting for him to do something, anything.
  He finally sputtered, “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know…I just wanted you to be like you were…before.”
  He pulled me into a hug, and I sobbed on his shoulder, “Well I can’t! This is me now and if you don’t like it then just go!”
  He squeezed me tighter, “Of course I like it Treasa, I love it; I love you!” I nodded not wanting to say anything. He laughed out once again, “Do you remember the day we met?”
  This lightened my mood, “of course I do; I wanted to get out of the house, and you wanted lunch. You attacked me in the woods, but couldn’t over take me.”
  “I saw how beautiful you were and you told me how much you hated your job, and your family; besides your sister of course. I also told you how nuts my family was.”
  “The next thing we know, we were meeting every day in the woods at the same place we met. Well until my sister…”
  He ignored the last thing I said and asked, “Do you remember where we met?”
  I realized we had been walking for a while; I looked around then answered, “Right here! Oh William, this is so sweet of you!”
  Before either of us could say another word we both heard a twig snap. William disappeared before my father walked through the trees, and stood in front of me.
  “Who was that!?” he demanded, in his deep booming voice.
  “A vampire, sir,” I responded, drooping my head down, “But it wasn’t worth the kill, it was a baby; it would’ve been too easy.” I tried to cover up.
  “Any vampire kill is worth it! You understand me!?” he boomed, royally ticked.
  I winced at his words, but quickly replied, “Yes sir I’m sorry father.”
  He didn’t seem to care for the apology; instead he grabbed my chin, and made me look up at him, “You should know that, ever since you watched your sister die!” He snarled fiercely, then he was gone.
  William materialized behind me with his hands on my shoulders. “I’m sorry Terry; I didn’t realize how harsh your father was…I don’t get how he could blame you for…”
  “Because it’s true!” I snapped, whipping around facing him, showing my eyes full of tears. “My sister was being tortured and sucked, bone dry, and I just stood there watching, not helping, nor getting help. I did nothing!” I blubbered. He wrapped his arms around me. “That was the worst possible thing I could have done to make my father hate me more, and I did it!”
  “I love you, does that count?” he smiled trying to lighten my mood.
  It worked, putting a smile on my face. “Of course it does, but he’s my father, and I’m his only daughter left, of NINE boys. I want him to respect me, love me, trust me.”
  He laughed , “I’m sorry honey, but that’s not happening anytime soon!”
  I punched him playfully in his arm, “Thanks a lot for the confidence!”
  “Well I will tell you this,” he smirked “it’s not your fault, you were in shock, and didn’t know what to do…its okay.” I grinned again, “I have to go,” he whispered into my ear, “see you here tomorrow.”
  It was more of an order, I nodded anyways. We both went off in separate directions, anticipating tomorrow.

  “Hey Max,” I waved to my older brother, by 1 year. I was the second oldest, and still least respected.
  He scoffed and me and snapped, “Heard you let another blood sucker get away! It should’ve taken you with him!”
  Not such a bad idea, “Just get over yourself Max, and let me be!” I sat in my desk and he stalked towards me, “What do you want!” I snarled.
  He put his hands on my desk, leaned over and hissed, “I just want to know why you of all people would let one go. I thought you wanted respect.” his eyes gleamed knowing he’d punched my button.
  “We all now I wouldn’t have gotten respect from a little baby, Max! It would have been a waste of my time.” Lying was too natural to me now, but I needed it with William.
  “Any kill is worth it for you, Treasa. You should be seeking revenge, killing any vampire that crosses your path. Instead you just pass one up because you needed more time to feel sorry for yourself.”
  That made me tick; I morphed, and leaped across the desk tackling his human form to the ground. My large hands pinned his arms to the ground, “I feel anything but sorry for myself,” I spat “I feel guilty; you son of a bitch!” I slashed a claw across is face, and blood started gushing out.
  He morphed underneath me pushed me off, making me fly into my desk, breaking it. I yelped in pain, from the splintering wood in my back. Max came flying at me, hair and all, and pinned me up against the wall. His right paw, around my neck, holding me against the wall; my feet were dangling, but I wasn’t scared. “Don’t you ever disrespect your elders, or you will end up with the little bloodsuckers!”
  “You are not my elder!” I growled, spitting in his face. He looked disgusted and pissed. He punched me in the stomach and snapped, “Don’t you ever spit at me again, you little bastard!” He beat me several times letting his temper get the better of him. It was so bad my body couldn’t hold my wolf form, so I morphed to human, then he stopped. “You now what?” he growled looking down at my bruised limp body, “I think that sweatshirt your wearing isn’t a souvenir; it’s from your lover!”       
 I don’t know were I got it, but I was able to push myself up to sit then tried to say in the strongest voice I can muster, “I would never stoop so low as to love on of those low life bloodsuckers!” it hurt so bad mentally and physically to say that, but they couldn’t find out.
  “You lie through your teeth.” he accused morphing back to human form, and leaving me there on the floor of the office.

  I ended up in the hospital for the 3 time that week, all at Max, or Jake, my brother who’s one year younger than me, hand. I had gotten to know the staff over the years; even though, we as werewolves can heal ourselves, it can only go so far. So yea I was able to heal from a vampire ripping my throat, but constant torture I can’t hold up so well.
 “Treasa, did you forget your medicine this morning; again?” Doctor Fern, asked me accusingly.
  I smiled slyly, “Possibly…”
  “Must I remind you,” She scolded, “that you’re Bipolar!? You cold kill someone without realizing what you’re doing; it’s very dangerous.”
  “I know I know…” I waved my hand dismissively, taking the medicine she handed me.
  “Obviously not because even after all these years your still forgetting. Come on Treasa it can’t be that hard to take one lousy pill in the morning!”
  “Yes it is, considering I get no sleep because of my bozo brother Jakes snoring!” I said, making up pointless excuses. “Now can you please tell me when I get out of here?”
  She sighed, letting go of yet another bipolar argument, “Well your brother screwed you up pretty bad, but as always your healing fast, well of course after my awesome healing potion! Hmm well I’d say you’ll be sleeping in your own bed tonight.” she started to walk away, put my excuse for no sleep seeped in. “Wait a second…Don’t you have your own room?”
  “Yes, but Jake is very loud.” I lied again.
  “Uh huh, sure. Just quit making up reasons for not taking your medicine. I won’t buy it, you’re just lazy.
  I shrugged my shoulders agreeing with her, but adding, “Only when it comes to that though!” she shook her head as I beamed, proud of my drug taking laziness. One day I hoped I would snap and just take out Max, and my father. But then again this could be my bipolarness talking…