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much, at least not when it could be avoided, but I would, to get me out of a certain situation.
Sorry, Romeo. I said, trying to get my face to look sincere, even thought I was anxious to hear the answer to my question. I think the attempts amused him. I elbowed the top of his neck, since it was the only thing I could reach with his head in my lap.
Youāre not, but I forgive you; just because youāre so cute. I blushed slightly; but I doubt he noticed it. Butāhe continuedāto answer your question: technically, yes. Thatās why the theft didnāt work. It takes a lot of energy, you know.
I sighed; but I knew it was true. I had no soul. I didnāt even act like I did. I didnāt hesitate when it came to killing, I didnāt even lose any sleep.
Never mind that. I pushed the disturbing thoughts aside. But thereās something else I want to know.
Yes? Romeo urged me to continue on to my next question. He seemed to never tire of answering them; or asking his own.
When you yelled at Alec, before you, uhā¦ranā¦how did you forget making the dents? The ones in the Jaguar? Romeo gave me one of his looks.
Itās what happens when a gargoyle doesnāt manage to getā¦nourishment. We are naturally born without souls, unlike your race, though, we must steal for one. He seemed proud, when he said this. I realized I must be soulless, for the tone he used for these words would upset almost anybody. It didnāt even faze me.
I didnāt have long to dwell, for at that moment, a shiver passed down Romeoās spine; the world was a giant white haze again. I managed to get up before he started to shift. The change was quicker this time, and I didnāt hear any yelps. But Romeo, when back in human form, seemed paler. He walked slowly, and unsteadily, back to me.
āAre you okay?ā I asked quietly, wondering if his ears were anymore sensitive.
Yes. Romeo replied. Hmmā¦interesting, apparently the mind thing still worked.
āThat was strange.ā He said aloud. āIād never morphed into a wolf before. Gargoyles arenāt like the wolf-folkā¦it was probably for the best though; a few extra surprises up my sleeve canāt hurt.ā I laughed at the casual way Romeo spoke of something like this.
Then he added, āLetās talk about something else though; even thinking about that hurts! I donāt know how you do it.ā I laughed again, and shot Romeo a wicked grin.
āIt only gets worse!ā I teased. He grimaced and slapped a hand to his forehead.
āNo!ā We sat laughing for a moment. It took me about that long to realize that my hand was in his. Surprisingly, despite the fact that heād tried to āsteal my soulā or whatever, despite the fact that weād known each other for only a day, I didnāt kill him. I intertwined my fingers with his as if weād been like this for years.
He seemed to like my response; he gave my fingers a light squeeze. But then his grinning face went grave. āI almost forgot.ā He mumbled.
āWhat?ā I was worried.
āI need to...deal with Alec. Heās seen too muchā¦ā Romeo seemed to be explaining this simply for my benefit. He didnāt seem the least bit concerned. Under normal circumstances, I would have been against killing the driver, but Romeo was right; Alec had seen too much. It was a liability.
āYes, I agree. Just make it quick; he deserves that.ā Romeo grinned wickedly at my request. The he reached out and kissed my forehead before I had a chance to react. It was probably better this way, I wasnāt really sure I was ready to choose between letting him do this, or not.
āIf you wish it; by the way, are you hungry? I think I am in the mood for a hunt; maybe my wolf side will be hungry for some flesh and blood, where my gargoyle one is not.ā He grinned again, āUnless, of course, Iāll have to wait for the full moon?ā I elbowed him lightly.
He was out of the room in a second. He was back in three minutes flat. There was dirt on his shirt.
āSorry it took so long; I had to dispose of the body.ā I nodded, and stood.
āItās fine. I expected you to do something with it; you canāt just leave a body anywhere.ā Then I grinned. āYou still up for the hunt?ā I asked mischievously.
I didnāt expect what happened next. For a fraction of a second, Romeo was in front of me. Then, miraculously, I was over one of his broad shoulders, his arm around my legs, tipping me over backwards. āOnly if you are!ā
āRomeāā I was cut off when he started to run. It was faster than I could go in my vampire (human) form, and my top wolf speed.
āRome?ā He inquired, āI kind of like the sound of that.ā He was still running at his breakneck pace.
āYouād better; thatās all Iām going to call you unless you put me down now!ā I wiggled in his grip. Romeo laughed. My hair was whipped around my face. His tickled the small of my back.
āIāll take my chances.ā I hit his back lightly in response. He just laughed all the louder. Then the idea hit me.
I stayed still for a moment, until I felt him loosen his grip. Gotcha! I thought exuberantly. Then, as quick as a flash, I wormed myself free, and grabbed the leg of his artificially faded jeans. It workedā¦almost. Iād have had him if he hadnāt had heard me.
Instead, we were pitched forwards. Iām still not sure whether he fell on purpose, or just in surprise. Either way, I somehow managed to land under him, squished against the mossy ground. Surprisingly, we were already at the forest.
I remained silent for a moment, feeling his warmth on top of me, before shoving him over. Air brushed against my stomach, and I realized that my shirt had been torn slightly. I didnāt really care; it wasnāt like I was expected on the Red Carpet anytime soon.
Rome (I was going to stick to my threat to call him Rome, since he hadnāt put me down) rolled beside me. Quick as a flash he had his arm around my shoulders, my head resting in the bend of his arm. His other arm was under his head.
āThatās one way to go about losing weight,ā I joked casually, āHave it squished out of you by a two ton wolfish gargoyle.ā
āAh, but my services are only for you; Nik.ā He replied, laughing merrily. I looked at him, and thought: If he was dressed in Lincoln green, heād make a nice Little John.
āThanks.ā He said, vainly admiring himself.
Rome. I retorted. He laughed at the false venom I put into my words. He seemed freer, with less people around. More of a joker, and less of aā¦businessman. I laughed at the thought of Romeo the business man. It seemed impossible.
We sat like that for a minute, before a hollow feeling in my stomach, and the beginnings of a scarlet tint to my vision reminded me what we were here for. To hunt. I realized that Iād never been less excited for a good run, but nowā¦I just wanted to sit here. I didnāt like that; it wasnāt normal, and both me and my wolf-self didnāt like surprises, or oddities. But the hunt was necessary, for me anyway, so I didnāt go into the bloodlust; I wasnāt sure what would happen to Rome, though.
āAre we going to hunt, or what?ā Romeo said, and we both were on our feet, suddenly eager to begin. It was as if heād read my mindāI realizedāwhich he probably did.
āIf youāre ready.ā I guess he was, because instead of replying, he dropped to all fours, spine cracking. I didnāt even bother getting to the ground, I started changing. I noticed it was quicker for me; less painful. Even my second change hadnāt seemed as bad as his looked, I realized, after I finished the change, which now took me less than a minute.
Romeo was still midway in his; his face was only just lengthening. I kept my distance; if I wasnāt careful, the larger wolf could accidentally fillet my foreleg. In wolf form, he had claws larger than a pocket-knife (a pocket-knife was the average size for a wolfās claws). And the average wolf had been known to accidentally break the bones of anybody who came too close while they were change.
Most of his bones were in place by the time dared draw closer; now the beautifully colored fur sprouted. The color of the light, clean fog the streets gave off when the sun came up just after it rained.
Rome, I asked, hoping that the use of the stupid nickname would draw him out of the after-change shock, Are you okay?
He glanced at me, and I saw the eyes that I realized I liked, no matter how creepy they were. Yeah, Iām fineā¦but Iām hungry. Letās hunt! I grinned at his enthusiasm.
We didnāt bother to say anymore, we just ran.
Chapter 13
I slumped onto one of Romeoās fancy couches, next to him; he didnāt seem to care that the blood on our bodies would ruin it. āWell, we have to sit somewhere; weāll just sit in this one every time we come back here bloody.ā He said at the skeptical look I gave him.
āI see your point.ā I leaned back on the comfortable piece of furniture. I had expected one of those expensive, itchy sofas, but this one was truly comfortable. I leaned my head against Romeās shoulder; I was more tired than I could ever remember being, except after my first change. I was too tired to care that all I had on was a wolf-hide under-dress. Romeo, of course, had had nothing on after his change; Iād forgotten the wolf-skin. But he couldnāt show up anywhere naked, so heād given me twenty bucks and told me to bring him back some jeans and a T-shirt.
My wolf-hide looked inconspicuous enough, if one didnāt look too closely, so I didnāt bother doing anything but washing most of the blood off of me.
I could tell that some of the servantās whoād seen him leave had also noticed that he was wearing different clothes. Itād be kind of hard for them not to notice, considering every maid stared him up and down every time he passed. I was surprised how much this bothered me. I tried to convince myself that it was just fear of being discovered.
āItās really late.ā Romeo said suddenly, knocking me out of my trance. I shook my head to clear it, and gave him a questioning look. āHuh?ā
Rome laughed. āItās late.ā He repeated, āDo you have somewhere to stay?ā I shrugged. I didnāt matter to a werewolf whether she was sleeping under a roof or in the woods.
āIāll take that as a no.ā He turned away from me just long enough to call to a passing servant, āFix up a spare room for our guest. The good oneā¦and hurry up about it.ā He turned back to me.
āIāll be fine; itās not like Iām human.ā I complained; I didnāt like being taken care of. It wasnāt in my nature. Romeo gave me a look.
āNeither am I, but I enjoy a bit of luxury now and again. Besides, I have plenty
Sorry, Romeo. I said, trying to get my face to look sincere, even thought I was anxious to hear the answer to my question. I think the attempts amused him. I elbowed the top of his neck, since it was the only thing I could reach with his head in my lap.
Youāre not, but I forgive you; just because youāre so cute. I blushed slightly; but I doubt he noticed it. Butāhe continuedāto answer your question: technically, yes. Thatās why the theft didnāt work. It takes a lot of energy, you know.
I sighed; but I knew it was true. I had no soul. I didnāt even act like I did. I didnāt hesitate when it came to killing, I didnāt even lose any sleep.
Never mind that. I pushed the disturbing thoughts aside. But thereās something else I want to know.
Yes? Romeo urged me to continue on to my next question. He seemed to never tire of answering them; or asking his own.
When you yelled at Alec, before you, uhā¦ranā¦how did you forget making the dents? The ones in the Jaguar? Romeo gave me one of his looks.
Itās what happens when a gargoyle doesnāt manage to getā¦nourishment. We are naturally born without souls, unlike your race, though, we must steal for one. He seemed proud, when he said this. I realized I must be soulless, for the tone he used for these words would upset almost anybody. It didnāt even faze me.
I didnāt have long to dwell, for at that moment, a shiver passed down Romeoās spine; the world was a giant white haze again. I managed to get up before he started to shift. The change was quicker this time, and I didnāt hear any yelps. But Romeo, when back in human form, seemed paler. He walked slowly, and unsteadily, back to me.
āAre you okay?ā I asked quietly, wondering if his ears were anymore sensitive.
Yes. Romeo replied. Hmmā¦interesting, apparently the mind thing still worked.
āThat was strange.ā He said aloud. āIād never morphed into a wolf before. Gargoyles arenāt like the wolf-folkā¦it was probably for the best though; a few extra surprises up my sleeve canāt hurt.ā I laughed at the casual way Romeo spoke of something like this.
Then he added, āLetās talk about something else though; even thinking about that hurts! I donāt know how you do it.ā I laughed again, and shot Romeo a wicked grin.
āIt only gets worse!ā I teased. He grimaced and slapped a hand to his forehead.
āNo!ā We sat laughing for a moment. It took me about that long to realize that my hand was in his. Surprisingly, despite the fact that heād tried to āsteal my soulā or whatever, despite the fact that weād known each other for only a day, I didnāt kill him. I intertwined my fingers with his as if weād been like this for years.
He seemed to like my response; he gave my fingers a light squeeze. But then his grinning face went grave. āI almost forgot.ā He mumbled.
āWhat?ā I was worried.
āI need to...deal with Alec. Heās seen too muchā¦ā Romeo seemed to be explaining this simply for my benefit. He didnāt seem the least bit concerned. Under normal circumstances, I would have been against killing the driver, but Romeo was right; Alec had seen too much. It was a liability.
āYes, I agree. Just make it quick; he deserves that.ā Romeo grinned wickedly at my request. The he reached out and kissed my forehead before I had a chance to react. It was probably better this way, I wasnāt really sure I was ready to choose between letting him do this, or not.
āIf you wish it; by the way, are you hungry? I think I am in the mood for a hunt; maybe my wolf side will be hungry for some flesh and blood, where my gargoyle one is not.ā He grinned again, āUnless, of course, Iāll have to wait for the full moon?ā I elbowed him lightly.
He was out of the room in a second. He was back in three minutes flat. There was dirt on his shirt.
āSorry it took so long; I had to dispose of the body.ā I nodded, and stood.
āItās fine. I expected you to do something with it; you canāt just leave a body anywhere.ā Then I grinned. āYou still up for the hunt?ā I asked mischievously.
I didnāt expect what happened next. For a fraction of a second, Romeo was in front of me. Then, miraculously, I was over one of his broad shoulders, his arm around my legs, tipping me over backwards. āOnly if you are!ā
āRomeāā I was cut off when he started to run. It was faster than I could go in my vampire (human) form, and my top wolf speed.
āRome?ā He inquired, āI kind of like the sound of that.ā He was still running at his breakneck pace.
āYouād better; thatās all Iām going to call you unless you put me down now!ā I wiggled in his grip. Romeo laughed. My hair was whipped around my face. His tickled the small of my back.
āIāll take my chances.ā I hit his back lightly in response. He just laughed all the louder. Then the idea hit me.
I stayed still for a moment, until I felt him loosen his grip. Gotcha! I thought exuberantly. Then, as quick as a flash, I wormed myself free, and grabbed the leg of his artificially faded jeans. It workedā¦almost. Iād have had him if he hadnāt had heard me.
Instead, we were pitched forwards. Iām still not sure whether he fell on purpose, or just in surprise. Either way, I somehow managed to land under him, squished against the mossy ground. Surprisingly, we were already at the forest.
I remained silent for a moment, feeling his warmth on top of me, before shoving him over. Air brushed against my stomach, and I realized that my shirt had been torn slightly. I didnāt really care; it wasnāt like I was expected on the Red Carpet anytime soon.
Rome (I was going to stick to my threat to call him Rome, since he hadnāt put me down) rolled beside me. Quick as a flash he had his arm around my shoulders, my head resting in the bend of his arm. His other arm was under his head.
āThatās one way to go about losing weight,ā I joked casually, āHave it squished out of you by a two ton wolfish gargoyle.ā
āAh, but my services are only for you; Nik.ā He replied, laughing merrily. I looked at him, and thought: If he was dressed in Lincoln green, heād make a nice Little John.
āThanks.ā He said, vainly admiring himself.
Rome. I retorted. He laughed at the false venom I put into my words. He seemed freer, with less people around. More of a joker, and less of aā¦businessman. I laughed at the thought of Romeo the business man. It seemed impossible.
We sat like that for a minute, before a hollow feeling in my stomach, and the beginnings of a scarlet tint to my vision reminded me what we were here for. To hunt. I realized that Iād never been less excited for a good run, but nowā¦I just wanted to sit here. I didnāt like that; it wasnāt normal, and both me and my wolf-self didnāt like surprises, or oddities. But the hunt was necessary, for me anyway, so I didnāt go into the bloodlust; I wasnāt sure what would happen to Rome, though.
āAre we going to hunt, or what?ā Romeo said, and we both were on our feet, suddenly eager to begin. It was as if heād read my mindāI realizedāwhich he probably did.
āIf youāre ready.ā I guess he was, because instead of replying, he dropped to all fours, spine cracking. I didnāt even bother getting to the ground, I started changing. I noticed it was quicker for me; less painful. Even my second change hadnāt seemed as bad as his looked, I realized, after I finished the change, which now took me less than a minute.
Romeo was still midway in his; his face was only just lengthening. I kept my distance; if I wasnāt careful, the larger wolf could accidentally fillet my foreleg. In wolf form, he had claws larger than a pocket-knife (a pocket-knife was the average size for a wolfās claws). And the average wolf had been known to accidentally break the bones of anybody who came too close while they were change.
Most of his bones were in place by the time dared draw closer; now the beautifully colored fur sprouted. The color of the light, clean fog the streets gave off when the sun came up just after it rained.
Rome, I asked, hoping that the use of the stupid nickname would draw him out of the after-change shock, Are you okay?
He glanced at me, and I saw the eyes that I realized I liked, no matter how creepy they were. Yeah, Iām fineā¦but Iām hungry. Letās hunt! I grinned at his enthusiasm.
We didnāt bother to say anymore, we just ran.
Chapter 13
I slumped onto one of Romeoās fancy couches, next to him; he didnāt seem to care that the blood on our bodies would ruin it. āWell, we have to sit somewhere; weāll just sit in this one every time we come back here bloody.ā He said at the skeptical look I gave him.
āI see your point.ā I leaned back on the comfortable piece of furniture. I had expected one of those expensive, itchy sofas, but this one was truly comfortable. I leaned my head against Romeās shoulder; I was more tired than I could ever remember being, except after my first change. I was too tired to care that all I had on was a wolf-hide under-dress. Romeo, of course, had had nothing on after his change; Iād forgotten the wolf-skin. But he couldnāt show up anywhere naked, so heād given me twenty bucks and told me to bring him back some jeans and a T-shirt.
My wolf-hide looked inconspicuous enough, if one didnāt look too closely, so I didnāt bother doing anything but washing most of the blood off of me.
I could tell that some of the servantās whoād seen him leave had also noticed that he was wearing different clothes. Itād be kind of hard for them not to notice, considering every maid stared him up and down every time he passed. I was surprised how much this bothered me. I tried to convince myself that it was just fear of being discovered.
āItās really late.ā Romeo said suddenly, knocking me out of my trance. I shook my head to clear it, and gave him a questioning look. āHuh?ā
Rome laughed. āItās late.ā He repeated, āDo you have somewhere to stay?ā I shrugged. I didnāt matter to a werewolf whether she was sleeping under a roof or in the woods.
āIāll take that as a no.ā He turned away from me just long enough to call to a passing servant, āFix up a spare room for our guest. The good oneā¦and hurry up about it.ā He turned back to me.
āIāll be fine; itās not like Iām human.ā I complained; I didnāt like being taken care of. It wasnāt in my nature. Romeo gave me a look.
āNeither am I, but I enjoy a bit of luxury now and again. Besides, I have plenty
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