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“Cute name!” The blonde one gushed out. Tuesday slowly turned her head away from the wolf boy with the teal eyes.
“Tuesday. What do you know about us?” The huge dark-haired one asked. She leaned back against him, liking how warm and comforting his skin felt. Almost as if she could take a nap there… her eyelids felt like led. It was a struggle to speak.
“Nothing. You’re all strangers. I know that one is a wolf. Or can turn into a wolf. Something like that.” A huge yawn erupted from her abused lips. The blonde one peered down at her.
“Armage, that wound looks pretty bad. I think I should patch it up before you shoot at her with your questions.” She said, glancing up at the dark one. He grunted, and placed a warm index finger on Tuesday’s collarbone where Ethan had bitten her. A fiery burst of pain shot through her body, seeming to explode down her spine, into her muscles. Her back arched as she let out a yelp of surprise and pain. It passed quickly, and she moaned softly and she fell back into his midsection.
“No.” she groaned, clenching her teeth, afraid that the pain would return. The dark one, Armage, let out a huff of air.
“I forget how easily they are broken. River, please do dress her wounds.” He said. River nodded at him with a small smile, and then turned back towards Tuesday.
“Hey honey. This is going to hurt some but I can tell you’re a tough one so I want you just to sit through it. Scream if you have to.” She was incredibly pretty, Tuesday realized, with long blonde waves of hair and blunt-cut bangs falling over big brown eyes. Her soft expression turned feral as she turned her heads towards the wolf boy.
“Dallas! Get your ass over here!” she growled. Tuesday turned her head towards the side and saw him come up, eyes unreadable. He glanced at her before turned towards the blonde one, who grabbed his arm and held it out to Tuesday.
“Take Dallas’s hand. I don’t know how you usually channel your pain, but try to either scream or squeeze Dallas, okay? I’m going to need you to stay very still…” she paused, then took her backpack from Dallas and began rummaging through it. Dallas sighed and looked at her, raising one of his eyebrows.
“Well go on, grab my hand.” He said. Tuesday blinked.
“No. You saved me. I don’t want to hurt you.” She told him. He smiled. The surface under Tuesday’s head started to shake, and she realized Armage was chuckling.
“Dallas saved you, did he?” he asked quietly, sounding amused. Dallas shot him a glare before turning back to Tuesday.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ve been through worse.” He said. She looked at his hand tentatively before taking it in her own.
“Yeah don’t worry about that fleabag. He was a complete dumbass trying to play hero, could of gotten the four of us killed. In fact, if you feel like adding a bit of extra pressure to his hand no hard feelings.” The blonde one said, still rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a needle and a band-aid. “Ah, here we go.” She said to herself, turning back to Tuesday.
“Gee, thanks River.” Dallas replied. Tuesday felt Armage turning under her back.
“She’s right. And Dallas… you and me will have to have a talk after we get this one taken care of.” He said. Dallas turned his gaze down ashamedly.
“Allright. Here we go. I hope you don’t mind if I talk to the other’s while I work. It’s kind of a habit, I like multitasking. I would take to you but you’re sanity is going to be a little impaired for the next few minutes thanks to this stuff.” She held up the needle. Tuesday looked at it curiously. Something in the back of her mind reminded her she shouldn’t let strangers poke needles into her body but the loss of blood and almost-getting-eaten incident had caused her mind to be a little slow. “Good. You’re not afraid of needles. You have no idea how annoying the last kid I tried to help was. He almost bit my arm off.” River went on, wiping something damp on the skin around Tuesday’s wound. Tuesday bit her lip, bracing herself through the pain.
“So, Armage, I talked to her a bit before she passed out, she actually knows nothing about us. The rogue hadn’t told her anything about what he was, nasty little dickface, trying to hunt without her even knowing anything.” She looked sympathetically at Tuesday, who stared up at her stupidly, before turning her attention back to the wound. “I never understood the thrill of that: seduce someone, get ‘em alone, eat ‘em. It’s much more fun when they know you’re coming after them. Sorry Tuesday, this might hurt.” River took the needle and slowly pushed it into Tuesday’s arm, pressing down. It stung a little, but was nothing like the wound which was slowly pulsing out blood. “Anyways,” River went on “We don’t even know if it will affect her. I’m not sure you really want to spend the time explaining everything to her, especially when we don’t even know how she will react to the bite. She might not even remember any of this except for Ethan going psycho on her ass and a few wolves showing up to kick his transformed butt. Feeling numb, sweetie?” she pressed down on Tuesday’s wound and Tuesday let out a gasp, unintentionally digging her nails into Dallas’s hand as she squeezed. “I say we drop her off at home, let her sleep and stuff. Hey Tuesday, you’re in high school, right? Where do you go?” She asked. Tuesday’s eyelids were slowly closing.
“Uh. Eastview.” She mumbled, slipping deeper and deeper into Armage’s warmth.
“Great. See? She’ll be with Dallas and me. We’re trustworthy.” She said. Tuesday had closed her eyes, and soon felt something damp and warm on her collarbone. Her eyes opened in surprise and she saw Tuesday licking at her wound. That’s kind of weird. She thought, then realized how weird this entire night had been. Armage grunted.
“True. Okay, River, Dallas. Hopefully she will attend her classes tomorrow. Keep an eye on her. If she recognizes you, great, you’ll have to explain her… situation. I’m sure she’ll be crushed about this boyfriend of hers, make sure to inform her that he is a being of concentrated evil.” He said, then paused. River leaned back from Tuesday’s neck and licked the blood off of her lips, pulling the paper off the band-aid.
“Actually, I’ll meet you there at lunch. Just to make sure everything goes according to plan…” Armage said, trailing off. Tuesday watched as a burst of envy entered River’s dark eyes before it was quickly hidden.
“Really, Armage, me and Dallas can handle it. You don’t need to worry about her.” She said. Again, the surface behind her head moved and Tuesday realized Armage was shaking his head.
“No. I will be there. Do not speak to her about this until I arrive. That is an order.” He said. His voice was even deeper than Ethan’s, Tuesday realized, and held much more power than his had. It was deep and dark, but not as smooth. Rougher on the edges. Knowing he was looking out for her made her feel safe. She yawned again as River pressed the band-aid down on her collarbone.
“Done.” River said, still sounding frustrated. She didn’t make eye contact with Tuesday. “So who’s taking her home?”
“You are.” Armage said, beginning to lift himself up. “Dallas and I need to talk.” Dallas pulled his hand out of Tuesday’s grasp.
“Thank you.” She whispered to him. He didn’t say anything, but his teal eyes glinted, unreadable again, in the dark light. His face was set in a firm frown as he turned away. River held Tuesday up as Armage rose.
“Yeah right.” Tuesday heard River mutter darkly behind her ear. Armage gave her a glance, but then turned towards Dallas.
“I’m sure you can come up with something, River.” He said. River sighed deeply.
“Of course I can, Alpha.” She said coldly, holding on to Tuesday’s arms. They stumbled back to the street where Tuesday passed out a second time, hearing river scream “Help!” right before she fell.
The sunlight was brighter then Tuesday remembered it being for a long time. Her head throbbed, as she slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the brightness that beamed in through her window. She was in her bed, huge and pink, with down feather pillows tucked neatly under her head. Someone had taken off her clothes, and she lied there in her black bra and (embarrassingly enough) hot pink lacy thong. Slowly, she pushed the blankets off her and managed to get into a sitting position. She swore softly to herself as her head screamed in protest. She stumbled to the window, closing the blinds, before throwing on an oversized tee shirt and opening her bedroom door.
“Mom?” she asked, glancing behind her. It was 7:40. School started in ten minutes.
Her mom suddenly appeared in the hallway, looking nervous, her blonde hair falling haphazardly to her shoulders in a pair of grey sweatpants and a simple white tee shirt.
“Tuesday! You’re okay!” she rushed forward, embracing Tuesday in a motherly hug before standing back, and examining her daughter with a furrowed brow. “Do you feel all right? It’s fine if you want to miss school today.” Tuesday looked at her in confusion.
“Yeah I feel fine, except for my head, I have a huge migraine. What happened? The last thing I remember is eating dinner with Ethan…” she left her sentence, not wanting to admit to her mother about going with him into some dark alley and making out. But… what had happened after that?
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. Ethan is… well, you must have bonked your head when you fell.” She explained, taking Tuesday’s hand and leading her to her bed. “Sit down, honey.” She said, patting the sheets. Tuesday did as she was told.
“You and Ethan were mugged. We found the remains of his shirt in an alleyway.” She explained. “I’m so sorry.”
“What?” Tuesday’s could feel her eyes expanding in disbelief. “What are you talking about? I don’t remember any of this…” she paused, a realization hitting her. “Wait! You said they found the remains of Ethan’s shirt? He isn’t…” She couldn’t continue, and she felt the pinch signifying tears beginning to build up in her hazel eyes. Her mother shook her head vigorously.
“No, the police don’t think Ethan is dead. I mean, there was blood in the alleyway, staining his shirt, but the investigators don’t think it’s enough to have killed him. However, it seemed like Ethan put up a pretty good fight, not all of the blood found is his. They’re going to run some tests on it to try and figure out who did this to the two of you.
“You mean, Ethan’s gone?” Tuesday whispered. Everything had been going so well between them… she had been so happy. And now this. She was shocked, and choked on her next words, a little sob erupting from her mouth. She dug her hand into her blanket, nails going deep, as she tried to breathe and steady herself.
“Will they find him?” she asked in disbelief. Her mother rubbed Tuesday’s arm, looking upset.
“Yes, don’t worry baby.” She said softly. Tuesday closed her eyes as the first few tears began to fall. “What about me?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” her mother asked.
“Was I in the alleyway too?”
“No, you were found about a few feet from the entrance. A nice young blonde girl had found you and called for help. In fact, I think she goes to your high school. Her name is-”
“River.” Tuesday responded, her eyes opening again. Not sure how she knew that, she turned back to her mom, who looked even more confused.
“Yes. Do you remember seeing her?” she asked hopefully. Tuesday shook her head.
“No…” she said. “I just… I just need a few minutes, mom. Could I get you to leave for a second?” she asked, looking up at her mom with painfully sad eyes. It felt like someone had torn something vital out of her, like a lung or a heart. She needed to be alone to cry for a few minutes. Surprisingly enough, her mom nodded in understanding.
“No problem, honey. And don’t worry about school, I’m sure the administrator will understand. I can even text one of your friends and ask them to bring home your assignments.” She said, standing up and starting to drift towards the door. “You sure you’re all right?”
“Yeah I’m fine. And uh thanks but I can text… someone. Thanks.” She said again, staring at the window. She heard her mom shut the door quietly, and she drifted over to her mirror, ghostlike. The makeup from last night still clung stubbornly to her skin. I was ecstatic when I put this on… she though. In a sudden burst of anger, she grabbed her makeup remover and a cotton ball. She didn’t want any trace of happiness left on her body, and she scrubbed furiously at her skin until it shone red, raw from the pressure of her hands. She then proceeded to tear off her shirt so she could take off her underwear; she had been happy when she put those on as well, thinking wryly about how lucky Ethan would be if he caught a glimpse of her pretty undergarments. With a frustrated growling sound, she threw the shirt to the floor, and stared at the mirror, eyes ablaze, before her gaze grew shocked and she gasped.
On her collarbone was a band-aid. There wasn’t anything particularily extraordinary about the plane, flesh colored band-aid, but it seared her memory.
“Oh my god.” She whispered. Ethan… wasn’t Ethan. He was some messed up wolf-thing who had tried to either rape or eat her, maybe both, she wasn’t sure. And River… that was the blonde one, the one who had fixed up this wound, put the band-aid on. And then there was Armage, the big dark one, and the one with teal eyes… Dallas.
Shit. They were supposed to explain everything to her. Today. At school.
Her head still pounding, she ran to her bedroom door.
“Mom!” she yelled. “Mom! I changed my mind! Don’t call the administration! I’m going to school!”