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High School

Leela scratched the back of her neck, then shook her head. "Emery." She says, but she can't say anything else, she didn't know what to say, words flew through her mind and rubs her face with her hands. She hadn't eaten since she was a wolf, and she can barely feel the deer and rabbit in her stomach. Her vision becomes blurry and her mind becomes fuzzy. Her heart beats faster, and she swayed a little before she fell to the ground and passed out.
 
Emery gasped as she fell to the ground, instantly crouching down next to her and lifting her head up gently. "Leela!" He starts to panic, he didn't know what to do, or why she'd fainted, and he was... Afraid? He picked her up bridal style when he knew to take her to the nurses room, she was light as a feather. He rushed there, explaining to the nurse that she had just collapsed, and they shooed him out of the room, taking Leela and laying her on the bed. Emery didn't get an explanation, and as the bell rang, he was forced by a member of staff to go to his lesson. He obeyed, and went there, sitting down in his seat and glaring ahead at the teacher, thoughts preoccupied with Leela.
 
Leela's eyes slowly open and she sits up. "Where.. Where am I?" She asks, rubbing her eyes with her fists. "You're in the nurses office, hon. Your friend brought you in. You collapsed in the hallway." The nurse says from her seat next to Leela. Leela puts her hands on her stomach and flinches. She was hungry, really really hungry. "We brought you some lunch." The nurse says and puts a try down on Leela, who didn't hesitate to dig into the meal. When she was finished she handed the plate back to the nurse and stands up. "What time is it?" She asks, then looks at the clock. School was nearly over. She rushed out of the nurses room and towards the science class. She stops in front of the door and opens it softly, hoping she wouldn't be yelled at for disturbing class.
 
Emery looks up, wide eyed, but smiles when he sees that it's Leela. He looks down at his desk and then back up to the teacher, still smiling, but trying to stop himself from it. He could finally just stop worrying. Until now he hadn't questioned why he had been so worried about a werewolf, but now that he thought about it, he asked himself that question. Why was he just... So drawn to Leela? He decided that he'd put everything between him and his brother aside and ask him about it at some point.
 
Leela smiles at Emery and takes a seat beside him. She ignored the glares Ricky was giving her and explained her absence to the teacher. She then tore a piece of paper from her notebook and scrawled a note on it. 'thanks for taking me to the nurse's office' she folds it up neatly and slides it on the table to Emery before looking back at the teacher.
 
Emery unfolds the note and looks at it discretely, his face expressionless, purely so that it looked like he was still paying attention. He didn't write a note back or anything, instead he nodded his head slowly, and pretended to take notes. His eyes flickered around the classroom, and he noted the boy that Leela used to sit with looking at them. Emery looked straight ahead, smirking slightly. Ten or so minutes later the bell to end the school day rang.
 
When the last bell rang Leela sighs in relief. She didn't feel like being around a lot of people, and she still had to find her dad. She stands up, grabbing her bag, not bothering to put it on her shoulder. She pops some of her fingers before walking towards the door, she almost walked out but remembered that Emery was there so she stands next to the door and waits for him.
 
Emery caught up with her and they walked towards the exit. "I'm glad you're okay but... What was wrong?" He asks, still concerned. He ignores the few people that look at them as they walk through the hall, and as they walk outside he sees his car waiting for him, the driver leaning against it looking for Emery. His dad probably told him to see who Emery was with.
 
Leela shrugged at his question. "I don't know, it happens sometimes." She says, not concerned in the least about herself. Instead she glanced at Emery's car to see the driver. "Well, looks like I can't walk you to your car." She says, a kind smile working its way on her lips as her eyes show only concern. "I'll see you later, eh?" She asks, but doesn't wait for the answer as she quickly walks towards her bike.
 
Emery turns around and looks at her for a moment, "Make sure that you sleep tonight, okay?" He hesitates for a moment, debating whether to hug her or anything, but he just nods his head and then walks off in the direction of his car. He climbs in, glaring at his driver who gets into the car as well. Their drive isn't silent this time. "I suppose my father had you spy on me?" Emery asks, glaring at the back of the drivers head. The driver doesn't speak to him, instead just speeds up the car, and they get back to Niles Manor in no time.
 
Leela puts her helmet on this time as she rides her dirt bike home. She didn't go as fast as she normally did, just in case she fell asleep driving. When she gets home she sees the door wide open, so she takes off her helmet and goes inside. "Dad?" She calls and she can hear snoring in his bedroom. She nods slightly, then walks into the kitchen. She gets some steak out along with some macaroni and cheese and some broccoli. As that all cooked she walked into her dad's room and shook him awake. When he wakes up he looks at her, then his eyes turn hard and cold. He gets up and pushes past her and into his bathroom. Leela rolled her eyes and went back into the kitchen to finish cooking.
 
Emery walks inside his house, and straight past his brother into the kitchen, where he finds Moira ordering some small servant girl to clean something properly. The small girl scurries off when she sees Emery, who walks up to Moira and lets his expressionless face go, conflict and so many other emotions on his face. Moira, a small round faced lady who was at least fifty five, looks up at him, before pulling him into a hug. She was much smaller than Emery, so the hug was very lopsided, but Emery needed the comfort. "I nearly killed again today." He whispers, and Moira pulls out of the hug, her arms still on his shoulders as she looks him in the eye.
 
Leela sits the two plates down, her father's had a lot more than hers did. She sits down at the table and starts stabbing at her broccoli with her fork as her father walks in and sits down noisily across from her. He sniffs a few times, then scrunches up his nose. "Why?" He asks, but Leela says nothing. Her father slams his fist down on the table, making a fork fly off. "WHY?" He yells and Leela looks up at him. "I don't know." She answers truthfully before standing up and pushing her plate clear off of the table. If he was going to get this way, so was she.
 
Emery looks down, ashamed. Moira wasn't judging him though, she loved him no matter what. She didn't say anything really, she just pulled him back into the hug and patted his back, whispering things soothingly to him. She was the only mother that he had ever had, a simple human who doted on him and showed him that he was better than his vampirism. Eventually she had to go and sort out some more of their staff, so Emery walked upstairs and into his bathroom, before stripping off and climbing into his shower.
 
"Do not challenge me, Leela!" Her father screams, his eyes dark and malicious and an evil snarl on his face. "He's nice! Just because werewolves and vampires are 'destined' to hate each other, doesn't mean I can't make my own destiny!" She screams back at him and her father flips the table and rushes after her, taking her to the ground as she tried to punch him. He held her hands over her head and reared his fist back. The last thing Leela saw before blacking out was the blood running down her forehead.
 
Emery showered, then when he was done he studied his bruise in the mirror again, before getting dressed into a dark long sleeved shirt, that was quite baggy, and dark skinny jeans. The bell chimed for him to go to dinner, but he ignored it, and climbed out of his window and jumped to the ground. He didn't feel like sticking around. He walked along the garden before an idea came into his head.
 
Leela wakes up, somehow she ended up in her bed. She feels a sharp pain in her head and sits up. She walks over to the mirror and gasps. She had a busted lip, and it looked like something had bashed into her forehead. There was dried blood all over her face, and tears fell from her eyes as she rushes into the bathroom and strips, then jumps into the shower, trying to get the blood off of her. Her father had actually done something like this on purpose.
 
Emery walks for an hour, why did he live so far away from everything? His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he looked at who was calling, obviously his brother. He declines the call as he walks down a dimly lit street. He looks at a house, the stench almost unbearable if he didn't know who was inside. He circles the house until he figures out which room is Leelas.
 
Leela walks back into her room with her robe on and looks in the mirror again. There was a bruise forming on her forehead, and there was a gash there as well. She brings her hand up to her mouth and licks it, then wipes the saliva on her forehead before licking her lips. Her actions are interrupted, though, when she smells Emery. She pulls her wet hair into a ponytail, then walks over to her window.
 
Emery puts two fingers to his head and then moves his hand in a wave, chewing the inside of his cheek, before he smirks slightly. "Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate." He quotes shakespeare poetically before winking at her. He notices the gash on her forehead then, and that her lips are bust, and his first instinct is to move closer to the house, but something stops him, her father would be home. He would probably kill Emery, so he stayed where he was, but had concern clear on his face.
 
She smiles at him and winces in pain as it stretches her lips. "Dork." She jokes, then looks behind her. "Let me change real quick." She says, then closes her curtains and goes to her dresser. She picks out a pair of grey ripped skinny jeans and a baggy black shirt that came down to her naval area. She peeks out of her door and hears her dad in the living room watching something. She shrugs and walks back to the window and opens it.
 
Emery watches her, not daring to move lest he arouse the suspicions of her father. It was enough to just be able to smell vampire on your daughters clothes, but to actually see them together would be ten times worse. When she gets close enough Emery puts his hand to her head lightly, his fingers hovering over the gash on her forehead. "What happened? Was it because of me?"
 
Leela shakes her head. "No, I provoked him." She says. Without thinking she wraps her arms around Emery's torso, hugging him. "I was actually going to call you." She says, the words muffled. The pain in her forehead was almost unbearable, but she got over it. She just wanted to be out of that stupid house and away from her 'father'.
 
Emery nods and strokes her hair for a moment, being around her house when her father was in was giving him the creeps though, so when they separated from the hug he thought about where they could go. "Do you want to go to the woods or something?" It seemed that was going to be their place, it was away from everyone, dark and secluded, it was away from their parents.
 
"Sounds good to me." She says, a small smile playing on her lips. She walks with him and then feels her forehead. "I think when I fell I hit my head on something." She says, flinching away from her own hand. She shrugged it off and looked up at the sky, she's always found it beautiful. Along with the moon, funny, because most werewolves hate the moon. She was just different.
 

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