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High School

"Emery.. Go with him." Leela says, it was quiet but loud enough for them to hear. She could tell by the tone of his brother's voice that he wasn't lying, so she put the knife back down and stood up. She stood as tall as she could without standing on her tip toes. She didn't want to see small and weak. "I'm not worth it." She finishes, and she brushes some of her hair back.
 
Fenton smiles at Leela. "Ah, the wolf has a tongue?" He laughs evily. "Alas brother she is correct, she isn't worth this, is she?" Fenton steps closer, his hand still outstretched for Emery to take. But Emery just glared at him. They were complete opposites. Fenton the walking embodiment of his fathers legacy, a perfect son, his white hair adding to his glow of innocence at home, and his loyalties lying perfectly with his family, with his species. Emery a walking failure, a disappointment, a traitor.


Emery stepped backwards, closer to Leela. "She's worth it."
 
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"Emery." Leela protests, her breathing gets heavier and tears well up in her eyes. "They'll kill you." She whispers and crosses her arms. She truly believed that they would kill him if he kept hanging around with her, also from what she had heard if Fenton told their father how many girls Emery had killed there would definitely be no chance of his survival.
 
Emery shakes his head. "They won't kill me." He steps back again until he's level with Leela, and he stands straight, his arms by his sides and his eyes on Fentons.


Fenton sighs in disbelief. "No, we won't kill him, but we will make him suffer. Suit yourself, little boy." Fenton steps back in the shadows and suddenly the crickets return, the air losing the chill that it had had. Emery relaxes his posture, his stomach feeling sick. He knew what he had just done, he knew how he would be punished.
 
"Why would you do that?!" Leela asks, she gave him a look that said 'are you stupid?'. "They're going to hurt you, Emery." She says, tears raining from her eyes. "I'm not worth that much." She says, falling to the ground and covering her eyes. She runs her hands through her hair and hugs her knees to her chest again, then hides her face in her knees.
 
Emery crouches down next to Leela and chews the inside of his cheek before he wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her hair. He whispers in her ear. "You are. You are worth it. If I had gone with Fenton tonight I would never have been able to forgive myself." He strokes her shoulder reassuringly, and he moves his head so she can rest her head on his shoulder.
 
She digs her head into his shoulder, tears still falling from her eyes. "Emery, they're going to hurt you.. They're going to.. They're going to hurt you really bad." She says, wrapping her arms around him. She just wished she could keep him like this, keep him away from his family. But she knew that if she tried she too will be hurt, and she didn't want that either. She didn't know what to do.
 
Emery tilts her face up so that he can look in her eyes, the moonlight making them shine even more than they usually do. "I can take it, they've done it before. You just have to promise me one thing, okay?" He chews the inside of his cheek, the feeling in his stomach getting worse. As every individual moment passed it was getting closer. Having already experienced the punishment once, he knew how bad it could be. Why had he chosen the werewolf?
 
"O-Okay." She says, wiping away the tears and looking at him with watery eyes and furrowed eyebrows. She wondered what the promise would be. "What's the promise?" She asks and bites her lip, the pain now gone. Her lips were a bit swollen, okay, not just a bit, they were puffed up but she didn't care.
 
"You have to promise me that you will be safe while I'm gone, okay? And that when you next see me..." He trails off, what was he going to say? "Just promise you'll be safe. I have to go now, before my father gets someone to retrieve me." He hugs Leela tightly, burying his head in her neck, he could hear her pulse, feel it in his bones, but he didn't care. He lets go of Leela and stands up, taking a deep breath shakily.
 
"But," She starts, then looks into his eyes, "I promise." She finishes, a few more tears falling. She stands up and nods before turning around, walking away from him. STOP GO BACK TO HIM! Her mind screams out to her, but her heart led her away. She stops for a moment and looks back at him. This is all my fault. She gives him a pained smile, then continues out of the woods.
 
Emery takes another deep breath as he walks into the opposite direction, towards his home. The walk is long, dark, and silent, he is left alone to his thoughts and his memories. Most of his memories of his previous punishment he had blanked out of his mind, returning to him only in dreams, and even then so jumbled that he couldn't make sense of them. That's what he was always writing in his journal. Always searching for a connection between each dream. He gets to his front door, and they open for him, two men dressed in black cloaks opening the door for him. He walks inside and a chill rises up his spine.
 
Leela gets to her house and walks to her still open window. She climbs back in and closes it, along with the curtains. She looks in her mirror, her face expressionless. She couldn't feel anything, her entire body felt.. Numb. She swallowed the lump in her throat and almost on cue the rest of her tears pour down her face. She falls onto her knees and covers her eyes with her hands, feeling the tears fill them.
 
As he walks through the door, it closes, and an eerie silence fills the room after the doors slam. His brother and mother are stood on the stairs, his brother dressed in black from head to toe, his mother in a black full length dress with red jewels hanging around her neck. His two sisters are at either side of them, dressed in identical short black dresses, tiaras glittering, silver. He knows where his father is, and right on cue he walks down from the top of the stairs, his family parting like the sea. His father walks over to him, and Emery does what he knew he had to do. He kneels.
 
Her father must have heard her crying, so he walked into her room and looked at her. He then sniffed and his top lip goes up a bit. It was strange how her family was so much like wolves even when they were in human form. "You were with.. That?" He growls and Leela stands up, and nods. Her father picks up a picture sitting on her dresser and slams it against the wall, breaking the glass. She jumps, and looks to see that the picture was of her and Harley. "Now what?!" He screams at her, and anger coursed through her veins. "Huh? You gonna run off to your leech?" Her father asks, his eyes wide and full of disgust. "Don't call him that." Leela says quietly and her dad goes closer to her.
 
Emery's father moves closer, and Fenton walks forwards, holding a cushion, on it a chain, and a collar, two spikes on the inside. His father takes the collar from Fenton, and Emery bows his head, gulping. He didn't remember how it had felt last time, but in his more realistic dreams he could feel some form of pain. He knew that it would not be a match to this pain. Edward loosens the spikes then puts the collar around Emery's neck, before fastening it and giving it a sharp tug so that he looked into his fathers eyes. He could hear his twin sisters sniffling as his father reached to tighten the spikes, they did not understand what Emery had done. As the spikes slowly twist into Emery's neck, to at either side of his neck, blood begins to trickle. This would be enough to kill a human, when the spikes would meet they would be dead, but Emery was a vampire. This was simply the beginning of his torture. As the blood begins to pour out more quickly, Emery makes a sound of pain, his vision going black for a moment, before the two spikes met in the middle. It would hurt to scream now, but he would lose no more blood.
 
"You don't understand anything! You're so stupid! You're a disgrace to wolves everywhere!" He father screams, slapping Leela. Leela spits the blood from her mouth and turns back to her father, glaring daggers at him. "YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO YOUR MOTHER!!" He screams, then grabs the dream catcher her mother had made for Leela when she was a baby, and he begins to tear it apart. "Dad!" Leela screams, trying to wrestle the dream catcher from his hands, but he simply pushed Leela away and through the dream catcher on the floor, stomping on it. "How could you?" Leela screams at him, and he punches her this time, then grabs her by the neck. "Freak." He says to her, and she spits the blood in her mouth into his eyes. "Asshole." She says, her dad had let go of her to wipe the blood from his eyes, and she took this time to run past him and out of the door.
 
Emery's father yanks on the chain harshly again, and Emery rises to his feet, gagging. He felt like he was in a cage, and he was. Emerys father lead him down into the cellar, past the soundproof room where Emery had killed a girl just a few days before, and into an extremely small cell like room. The walls were brick, the floor hard cold concrete, a small window that let just enough light in was high up so that Emery couldn't reach it, and he remembered the window from his dreams. His father shoved him down, Emery hitting his head on the wall and blood trickles down his head. His chains are then attached to the wall, restricting his movement lest the spikes cause him more pain. His hands are then chained to the wall also, and his ring removed from his fingers and smashed against the floor by his father, who stands up and glares daggers at Emery.
 
Leela's breathing gets heavy as she reaches the edge of the woods, but she doesn't stop, she keeps going. She reaches the spot she had left only an hour before and strips off all of her clothes. She screams in pain as her bones crack. They were pushing her skin and cracking as she howled. Finally she takes a deep breath, taking in all of the smells around her, then bolts off in a random direction. She didn't know where she was going, she didn't care to know, either. She just needed to run.
 
His father looks down at him, "Do you have any words?" He asks, his face expressionless, like Emery's often was. Emery was in pain, and to hurt it would feel like a thousand knives were cutting into his throat at once, but looked up at his father anyway, and opened his mouth to speak. His voice low and hoarse, he managed to utter out one thing, "Fuck you." His father punched him in the face, and Emery spat out the blood at his feet, coughing slightly, before his father walked out of the cell, slammed the door, and locked it. Emery sat there in silence, he tries to move so that he can sit comfortably, but with his hands chained above his head it was impossible. He spat out more blood and leaned his head against the wall. If he could cry, he would have done it now. Why couldn't he cry?
 
She felt as if she was flying, the wind blowing through her fur as she ran at top speed. In a few minutes the wolf would take over, but she didn't care. She needed to lose control, she needed to do something to clear her mind. She leaps over a fallen log gracefully and stops as she reaches a familiar clearing. It was where she had killed the deer. She took this moment to raise her head and howl, a sorrowful howl, at the moon. When she looks back down her eyes dilate, the wolf had taken over.
 
Emery is in too much pain to sleep, as he watches the moon out of the small window, every so often he would cough, then groan in pain, the spikes in his throat making it harder to breathe. But every so often everything goes black, an hour or so will pass then he will jerk awake, each time being woken in more pain than the last time. He was hungry. He knew what this was going to be like, everything suddenly flooding back to him from last time. He had been so young then. Eventually though, Emery does drift off into a sleep, or well, he passes out completely and it feels like a sleep.
 
She wakes up to the sunlight shining down on her from above. She groans and feels the uncomfortable feel of sticks, dirt, and leaves underneath her. She sits up and looks around her, she was back where she had dropped her clothes. She changes back into them and puts her very messy and dirty hair into a ponytail. She then glances at the tree, her tree, their tree. She walks over to it and kneels down, finding their initials. She smiles and runs her fingers over them before heading back home. She sighs in relief when she realizes that it's Saturday and then she pops her back. She was getting ready for more conflict with her father, she knew it was coming.
 
Emery wakes up the second the sun starts to creep in the window, remembering where he is. He moves suddenly, and screams in agony, the movement and now the screaming sending pain through his body. He gasps for breath for a moment, when he looks up at the window again, the sun just shining through, leaving a pattern on the floor. Frantically he tries to scramble into the corner away from it, without his ring or his pendant, the sun would burn him. It wouldn't send him up in flames or make him turn to dust, but over time his skin would blister and burn. But he can't move, his arms still chained. He moves his legs away from it, kicking, trying to get free.
 
Leela walks into her house, her dads snores could be heard coming form his bedroom, so she quickly walks into her bedroom. She grabs a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt from her dresser, then walks into the bathroom. She locks the door, then looks in the mirror grimacing at her appearance. She had a black eye, her bottom lip was bruised and her neck had a bruised hand print on it. She sighs, then jumps into the shower.
 

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