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High School

"Hey, do you feel better or no? Because I can always do it again." She says and winks jokingly. She then sees the look of pain in his eyes and bites her lip. He had brushed legs with her, so that was probably it. "Uh, did they do something to your leg?" She asks, looking at his baggy sweat pants. Her mind flashes back to the dream she had, where the woman was killed right in front of her, but she shakes her head and tells herself not to worry about it.
 
Emery thinks for a moment, before nodding, rolling up the fabric till it reached his knee, exposing the burnt flesh underneath. It was still a little bloody, and there were blisters all over it. He rolls his trouser leg over it again. "They took my ring away. Sunlight burns us without protection, and they smashed it." He glances at her, blinking, then looks back at the floor. "And the wounds on my neck, they were from a collar, with spikes on it. They dig into your neck and meet in the middle, and you can barely breathe, and everything hurts." He looks up at her again.
 
"Oh." She says simply then sighs. "I'm glad you're alive, though." Leela pulls her knees up to her chest and sighs. "I don't want them to do that to you again." She says, and rests her chin on her knees. It sounded really really painful, and she didn't like it. Of course she didn't like it, if she did she'd be a freak. She looks back at her house and figures that she needed to clean up her dad's blood. She just didn't want to. It seemed unpleasant.
 
"I don't want them to either.." He mumbled, looking around the street. He's silent for a moment, before he realises something, and he sits upright and faces Leela. "Did you get a good luck at your fathers wound?" He moves so that he's crouched in front of her again, his hands at either side of her.
 
"No, there was way to much blood, and when the doctors called me in there there was a bandage on it." She says, and raises her eyebrow questioningly. "Why?" She asks, he seemed like he knew something she didn't, and she didn't like that feeling.
 
He stands up quickly, hands flying instinctively to his pockets until he remembered that he didn't have a phone. He paced on the step. "I... It could have been a bite." He looks at Leela, but then avoids her gaze. His kind had taken her family from her, first her mother and now her father. "It's all my fault." He whispers to himself, angry with himself. His stupid actions got Leelas dad hurt, he was going to die because of him.
 
"What?" Leela asks, standing up and looking at Emery. "Emery are you saying.. Someone in your family might have-" She couldn't finish her sentence, she turns around and runs into her house. She sniffs the air a few times and runs into her dad's bedroom. She smelled around until she stopped in her tracks. She falls down on the floor and her she shakes her head, trying to deny it.
 
Emery hesitates before running in her house after her, the stench of werewolf battling his senses. He follows the noise and walks into what would appear to be Leelas dad's room, blood everywhere and Leela on the floor. He stands in the doorway, afraid to approach. Would she hate him now? He could have stopped this if he had just gone with Fenton. It was a warning.
 
Leela looks over to Emery, then stands up. She walks over to him and opens her mouth to say something, but she can't. She had no words, all she did was shake her head as the tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't.. I don't understand why they'd hurt my dad and not me. My dad had nothing to do with this." She whispers, then puts her hands on both sides of Emery's face. "Who? Who did this? Can't you like, identify the smell or something?"
 
Emery looks at her, putting his hand up to his face so that it was covering hers. "Its a warning. They're warning you to stay away, or it will happen to you too." He shakes his head, "I don't need to identify the smell to know who did this."
 
Leela sighs and turns to look at the pool of blood. "Don't tell me who. I'll be to tempted to track them down and- well, you figure out the rest." She says, her tone was dark and unexpected. She glared at the blood, part of her was happy that her father wouldn't be hurting her, but the other part was pissed at whoever did this.
 
Emery nods, biting his lip awkwardly and staring around. He needed something to say, something to distract her, so he picked the first thing that came into his head. "Is it easy to cry?" He almost turned around and walked through the door right then, that was such a stupid thing to say. But he stayed where he was stood.
 
Leela turns around and looks at him, cocking an eyebrow. That was the strangest question she had ever heard, and she used to be friends with an idiot. "Well, for some people it's easy. For some people it's hard." She says shrugging. "I guess it's just the person's personality. If this guy, I'm gonna call him Bob. If Bob's personality is he's caring and kind and all this other crud it might be easy for him to cry. Then if Sally's personality is cold and lifeless or heartless, it might be hard for her to cry." Leela says, trying to do the best she could to explain.
 
Emery nodded for a moment, then raised both eyebrows. "I haven't cried once in my life." He states, his eyes flickering from the floor to her. He takes a step into the room, knowing now that she probably didn't hate him specifically. If she had wanted to kill him, she would have phased and ripped his head off by now or something, and he'd deserve it, and he wouldn't even fight her back if she did.
 
She nods, then walks up to him. "Is your neck feeling any better?" She asks, staying off the whole vampires going to come after her if she doesn't stay away from him topic. Then again she was seriously curious, she knew that her saliva helped wolf wounds and human wounds, but she didn't know about vampire wounds.
 
He hadn't thought about it, but then now that she mentioned it, it did feel a little better.. "Yeah, actually, it does... I still cant believe you licked me." He laughs slightly, scratching his chin. The bruise from earlier in the week had faded, but the one his father had given him recently was still there, worse than the first, and there was bruising round his neck too. Horrible purple bruising. And his wrists, dark gouges in them from the chains, and so much bruising. "You should definitely do it again." He says, and then widens his eyes. "I mean, if I get hurt again, obviously."
 
Leela laughs and then looks down at the ground. She couldn't avoid it any longer, and she knew that it was necessary to ask. "So.. If you go back to your house, they'll smell me on you. Which means they'll come after me?" She asks, and bites her lip. She wished werewolves and vampires didn't have scents like that, things would work out so much better.
 
"I... Yes, I think so... I really need to stay away from you, I don't want you to get hurt because of me. Not again." He takes a step back towards the door, looking around nervously. He didn't want to leave, obviously, but he couldn't risk Leela getting hurt like that. He couldn't risk her dying just because he was too selfish to let her go.
 
"Right." She says. She fights hard to keep the tears from falling, she had cried long enough that day. She didn't want him to leave her alone. She didn't want him out of her site, but she knew it needed to be that way. She nodded, then turned back towards the blood on the floor. She swallowed the knot in her throat and went into the bathroom to get some cleaning supplies.
 
Emery watched her walk away and turned, leaving the room and her house, and walking back home. He climbed in through his window and showered again, to get rid of the smell of werewolf from his body. When he was done he just pulled on his boxers and went and sat on the edge of his bed, fully realising that he had just walked away from the only thing that made him act the tiniest bit human. He knew he should cry, but he didn't, as he lay back on his bed. He buried his face in the pillow and screamed loudly into it, but the noise was muffled by it. He began to struggle to breathe and sat back up again, before he coughed up some blood into his bin. He wiped his mouth then lay back down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
 
Leela puts her hair in a ponytail before scrubbing at the blood on the floor. It was going to leave a stain, but she could cover it with a rug. She was halfway done with it when the phone rang, making Leela drop everything she was holding and run to the living room to get the phone. "Hello?" She asks. "Leela Long? It's Dr. Jones, I regret to inform you-" Leela didn't hear the rest of it, the phone dropped from her hand and she fell to the floor. "NO!" She screams, the only parent she had and he was gone.
 
Emery had dozed off, but woke up suddenly when a chill ran through his body, it burned like lightening, a quick zap. Something was wrong. And not with himself. It had felt like someone was calling him, even though he hadn't been able to hear anything. He stood up and pulled on his track suit bottoms, grabbing his shirt, he climbs out of the window again. His first thought had been to check Leela was okay. As he runs this time he pulls on his shirt, and he's there in no time. Now he doesn't even hesitate to barge straight through the front door and into the living room, panting.
 
Tears poured from her eyes, and she didn't even jump when he barged into the door. "He's.. dead... He's dead." She says through her tears. She didn't know why, but she suspected that Emery would come. She looked at the phone that she had dropped and picked it up, she holds it up to her ear and hears a long note. The doctor hung up. She put the phone back down and looked up at Emery as she wiped her face.
 
Emery hurries over to her and sits down next to her, pulling her into a long tight hug, he doesn't pull away, he just lets her cry, stroking her hair and trying to comfort her. Because he didn't know what to say, he just kept repeating that he was sorry over and over. He rocks back and forth with her slowly, trying to calm her down slightly. Emery pressed his lips to the top of her head for a second, and then rested his chin gently on top of it. He kept stroking her hair.
 
"I don't know what I'm going to do." She mutters. In a few minutes her tears stopped and she still clung to Emery, feeling comforted by his presence. "How? How did you know to come?" She asks, her voice hoarse because of her excessive crying. There was no way he could have heard her yell unless he was close to her house, and she knew that he wasn't or she would have smelled him.
 

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