I GOT OUT OF the truck, climbed the steps, rang the bell and waited. Sure, I was nervous, sure I didn't exactly know the details of the marking process, but I wasn't doing this for me, was I? No. I  was doing it for Oscar. 

However much I thought about it though, I knew I surely wouldn't be prepared for whatever amount of commitment I was about to be thrown into. This paranormal thing that ties Oscar and I together, completely out of my control, scared me. I was this thing, some title: Luna. I couldn't help but wonder whether a female wolf would be much better suited for this position. I didn't grow up in their culture, learning to worship a Goddess - no, I grew up learning of a God that ruled mighty over all. Now, I'm not sure what the line between false and true has become; its so blurred, so distant to me. If werewolves are real, what's next? Not that I'm complaining...

I focused on the knob as it turned and the door clicked open, revealing Jenny. I raked my eyes over her slim body and focused on her face. She really was beautiful, if you looked past her bad attitude.

"Oscar's upstairs." she said, and then she was gone, her crimson dress disappearing into a mere drop of blood as she sashayed away towards the kitchen, then out the back door. I watched for a moment longer as Luke caught her in an embrace, feeling jealousy bubble up for Brian, before moving along.

I exhaled, focusing on my shoes as I walked up the stairs, trying to throw away everything but what was about to happen. I threw away everything, one by one. 

Xavier.

Jenny

My father.

Brian.

I was my own, for tonight, as I was Oscars.

My mother.

My friends. 

Myself.

I was at the door, his door. He opened it before I could.

"Hey," he smiled, reluctantly. Nervous - how scared he was written all over his face. We were both so unsure, so young, stumbling into some infinity we may not be ready  for.

"Why are you so scared?" I asked him, as I sat on his large king sized bed. He laid back beside me and shut his eyes.

"Because-" there was hesitation, a pause, but he continued. "I don't want you to die." 

"Me? Die?" I scoffed, and leaned over him, my hair hanging like a curtain around us. Obscuring us. "Never."

He slowly, achingly slowly, brought his lips to mine. The want, the passion, the searing red fire finally engulfing us. We couldn't turn back now.

I let it burn me. It was worth it. He was worth it, he was worth everything. Every ruby, every drop of blood, every ounce of gold was him in this moment. And it was all mine. I relished in the treasure that was Oscar. That is us. 

When he bit me, it hurt, but not as terribly as it would hurt to watch him be in pain forever. I was fine. After he did it, I had to assure him I was okay. I'm fine and I'm ready, I whispered in his ear, convincing him. I really was. There was no more preparation I needed. This meant so much to him and to me - it was step forward in an amazing direction.

Oscar looked worried, but he believed me. That's all I could ask. We completed the mating process, and then lay next to each other for the rest of the night. It was peace. It was perfect. It was us, now and forever.