WARNING! ABUSE MENTIONED! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION!

*Adam POV*

I felt bad that I wasn't around for Christmas. I've always been there for Emma and Frisk at Christmas, even when Mom and Dad weren't there for them. I'm the one that played Santa when Emma was really small. I'm the one that made Christmas morning perfect for them. I'm the one that made sure neither figured out where their presents were and I was the one that put them under the tree. Then, bam! Now I have to hang out in the woods or bite them. What a terrible Christmas.

I think Clara knows. She's been watching me rather closely since I promised I'd tell her the truth after Christmas. I don't have a damn clue as to how I'll tell her. I mean being blunt and saying, "Hey, Clara! By the way, that big secret I told you about? Yeah, the secret is once a month I try to murder every human being near me. We cool?" probably wouldn't be a great way.

Whatever. I'll figure it out tomorrow. God, I hate my life!

I did it. I left. I look out at the quiet street, so different from the loud angry fights that just occurred. 

Dad had been in a bad mood, and I guess I made it worse when I told him to get his own drink. He'd grabbed me by the arm, yelled about how I was such a disappointment then left the room. "You break everything you touch! Doesn't matter how hard you try, Adam! You'll always fail and you'll never stop being a screw up!"

I shivered remembering what he said. The man has no filter, and no heart. Not a good combination. It doesn't hurt him to shoot bullets at people. Especially if it's me. The sooner I get away from him the happier the old man will be. The moon's shining down, illuminating the road as I walk. 

"I thought you weren't like them! I thought you cared! I thought you loved us!"

The memory made me stop dead in my tracks. I released my breath and kept walking. It's not like I can change my blood. I'm still related. I'm still stuck with their DNA.

I shift my bag over my shoulder. Do not look back, Adam. You look back, and you go back. Nothing will get better by going back there.

I'm already out of sight of the house. A good ways away too. I pause and look around. There is the whisper of wind and you can hear leaves gossiping in the trees. Nighttime may be peaceful, but it terrifies me a little. I think it is that primitive caveman thought of "what's lurking in the dark?" that gets me. The pallid silvery light coming form the Man in the Moon's flashlight isn't helping my nerves. It just makes it all that much more mysterious and spooky. 

What am I doing? Emma's face. . . .

I can't just walk out. Yes, our parents are. . . .actually, I cant' think of strong enough words, but we should pull together. We shouldn't fight. 

I turn around, and I hear a howl. It wasn't anything of this planet. Imagine the sound of a choir of demons singing. A mixture of demented laughter and spine-chilling phrases that paralyze you as you wait for Death himself to carry you away. The howl gives you the same feeling.

I searched through the darkness for the creature that could produce such a nightmarish sound.

Slowly, the creature stalked toward me from the trees. Why do we live in the middle of nowhere again? The creature looks like a wolf besides the small snout, small pupils, and a tuffed tail. It growled at me.

Why is there a wolf here? And why is it about to attack me? Emma had gone through a wild animal phase a few years ago, and she had been telling me everything she learned. I remember her saying that wolves are defensive creatures that only attack humans if you trigger them. What did I do to this one?

"Hey, Buddy," I told the wolf, slowly lowering my bag to the ground as I tried to placate it. "sorry to have bothered you. Please don't eat me. . .I wouldn't taste good."

My voice cracked on eat. The wolf continued to move toward me. I can't run though. This thing is a natural-born predator. If I run I'll definitely be its prey. I have no chance here.

I raise my hands so the wolf can see them. Maybe it'll realize I'm not a threat. I also avoid looking at its eyes and instead focused on the mouth. The mouth with sharp canines ready to rip my flesh apart.

"I'm not going to hurt you." I promised the wolf. "Can't we just let me go?"

The wolf stopped, and crouched down so it'd be ready to snap at my neck. The thought made the skin on my neck tingle.

I shifted my eyes to look at the sky, as a silent prayer that Emma and Frisk don't find me, and just think I ran out on them forever. That would be so much better than the truth. 

The wolf pounced. It knocked me down and clawed at my stomach. I threw up my left arm so it couldn't get its jaws around my neck, but it bit me on the upper left arm. I could feel the blood spreading across my stomach, and I yelled in pain when the wolf bit me. Why won't it let go? God really hates me.

There was a bright light. The wolf stopped attacking an ran. If this is how I'm dying, then it is quite the cliche. 

I heard a man's voice, "Lord above! Was that a wolf?"

"It wasn't the freaking Easter Bunny!" I yelled before hissing in pain. My shoulder and stomach felt like they were on fire.

The man came closer. Through my blurry vision, I saw he had curly brown hair. "What did you do to it, Kid? Why are you out here alone?"

"I dunno. I was just walking to town. I'm not a kid you know. I'm eleven." 

"That's still a kid, Kid. I'm going to take you to the hospital. Have a doctor fix you up."

He touched my shoulder, and I yelped. The man with curly brown hair let go. His right hand was stained red. That's my blood. Suddenly, I felt sick.

"Damn, that hurt like hell." I shouted. I'd learned that if you swear while you're hurt, it doesn't hurt as bad. "God!"

"Didn't your Mom teach you not to swear?" The man with curly brown hair said.

"I was raised not to. . . .Sir." I tagged on at the end.

"Okay, Kid, this is gonna hurt a lot, but I have to do this if we're going to get you some help, okay?"

"Fine. How much worse can it get at this point?" It was true. I felt like something had thrown me into a fireplace but I only felt it on my stomach and shoulder.

The man lifted me up, and I focused all my energy on not squirming or screaming. He lay me down in the backseat of his truck, propped up slightly, then started for the hospital. He shattered the speed limit. It was getting really hard not to close my eyes and sleep. I'm so tired.

"Don't go to sleep!" The man yelled, forcing me back to alertness with a quick strike of fear. "You might not wake up, Kid."

I nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"What's your name? Why were you going to town at ten o'clock on a Thursday evening?"

"My name's Adam Rhee. I was. . . .I was hoping the walk would tire me. I got more than I bargained for."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Adam. Although, I would've preferred it being under better circumstances."

"Me too."

I could feel the blood on my stomach sliding down onto his nice leather interior. 

"Sorry, 'bout your car, Mr. . . ."

"Jones, Dan Jones. Don't worry about it, Adam. I can replace the interior. We can't replace you, Kid."

Nobody's ever said something like that. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. Mr. Jones looked back at me.

"We're almost there. Maybe five minutes. Why don't you tell me about yourself, Adam?"

"I'm eleven and it's the last month of my 6th year. I've got a twin sister, her name's Julie, but we call her Frisk, and she's younger than me by 11 minutes. I've got a nine-year-old sister, called Emma, and she's a sweetie. My dad is preacher at the church, and Mom is music director. Never thought I'd bleed out before I was twelve. I hope Frisk can look after Emma alright with out me."

"I'm doing my damndest so you don't have to find out."

I smirked at him. "Didn't you Mom teach you not to swear?"

"She wasn't around to, and my Daddy had the mouth of a sailor. My dad raised me and my older brothers all on his own." 

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to her?"

"She left when I was little. I went to sleep and she was packing. By the time I woke ups he was long gone. I never got over it. I've always been a big believer in solving problems, rather than running away."

The old man indirectly called me a coward. I didn't appreciate that. "Sometimes running is the only option you haven't tried."

"You're jaded for an eleven year old. You've been through something."

"Haven't we all?"

Before Dan Jones could answer me we'd reached the hospital and he was bringing me inside. That was when willpower ran out, and all I could see was black.

***(^.^)***

I woke up on a hospital bed with my mom stroking my hair. If I didn't feel like absolute shit, I might've pulled away. I could feel the clean, white, linen bandages around my stomach and on my shoulder.

"He's awake!" Mom called to Dad, Frisk, and Emma, who were listening to something a femal doctor was telling Dad.

Instantly Emma and Frisk ran over. Emma was crying. 

"We thought you were dead!" My nine-year-old baby sister cried." The doctor wasn't sure you'd make it. You'd lost so much blood."

Emma. I pulled away from Mom and sat up. I grit my teeth, determined to not let anyone know how much it hurt.

I hold my arms out to Emma, and she doesn't hesitate to hug me. She's too forgiving. I stroke her hair, trying to comfort her.

"I'm okay, Em. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you." I promised Emma. Frisk watched from the foot of the bed, eyes damp, and smiled.

Mom hugged both Emma and I. I stiffened slightly, as she said, "I'm so glad you're okay! We were so worried!"

No, you weren't. You were just worried people would start questioning. Emma doesn't look at her.

The female doctor and Dad come over. Dad's smile looked artificial to my eyes. Maybe that's just because I know the true monster lurking underneath.

"Hello, I am Dr. Nicole." The female doctor said. "How are you feeling?"

"On a daily basis, or like, right now?"

"Right now, please." Dr. Nicole was suppressing a smile.

"Right now I'm not doing too terrible, all things considered." I say cheerfully. "A little sore."

"That's what I expected. Well, I don't know why a wolf was just waiting for someone to walk by, but we've managed to stitch you back together again. We've given you shots in case the wolf was rabid, and there are disolveable stitches in your arm. It looks like your wolf friend got a good chomp at you. To be honest, none of us thought you would make it." Dr. Nicole said seriously. "By the time the man got you in here, you'd already lost 20% of the blood in your body. Add that to the gaping wound in your stomach, the blood from your shoulder, and the fact you were unconscious, and well. . .I'd say somebody up there is looking out for you."

No. I just finally had some good luck. I don't believe in miracles. I believe in insanely lucky coincidences. 

"Am I going to get a scar?" I asked, thinking of ways to "accidentally" show it off in the school locker room. Mom looked worried. Of course, precious Rhee's can't have any disfiguration of any kind; no matter how freaking awesome they'd look.

"Most likely, yes." Dr. Nicole admits. "In fact, I'm very sure you will, no matter how hard we try. Your stomach most likely will have some kind of mark, and your shoulder absolutely will. We'll do what we can, and if your parents want, you can get a skin graft when you're older."

I don't want it. Especially because Mom and Dad want me to get one. Anything to not do what they want me to.

"Glad you were able to fix me. Thank you." I tell the doctor.

Dr. Nicole smiled at me. "It's what I do. Mr. and Mrs. Rhee, if you don't mind, I need you up front for some paperwork. Adam should be coming home tomorrow afternoon."

The adults leave. Emma's tears were drying up. Frisk gave me a look and tugged her ear. I tugged mine back at her.

"Hey, Em, I'm hungry. Will you take my money and get something from the snack machine?"

"Yeah. She takes the money and leaves.

I cross my arms and smirk at Frisk. "So you aren't heartless. I saw you crying, Sis." 

"Shut the hell up, Adam." Frisk snaps, then softens. "It was way worse than Dr. Nicole let on. When we got here twenty minutes after you did, and you were still bleeding. Even when they stitched you up, the stitches dissolved and you kept bleeding. Once you lost 30%, they had to do a transfusion. Dr. Nicole was the one who managed to fix you. Emma thought it was an act of God." Frisk scoffs at that. "Doesn't change the fact, that when we walked in here, you looked like you should've been in a morgue."

Wow, that's bad. "Whose blood?" I asked, as that was the less complicated question as opposed to how Dr. Nicole fixed me.

"Mine." Frisk smiles. "They were going to give you donated blood, but of course, in the typical hospital scene from movies, there wasn't any AB-, so I volunteered to be poked and prodded. You should be thankful, Jerk." 

She showed me her left arm. It had a small bandage over the spot they'd taken blood from her. 

She noticed I was staring. "You and I have identical types, and I knew you'd hate Mom or Dad to donate because I don't want them too either. God knows you wouldn't let Emma even think of it. Besides hers isn't a perfect match, which is what they were really looking for, so I let them I have mine."

"Sorry, Frisk. About everything. I'm sorry I even left the damn house. I'm even more sorry about us fighting." 

"I'm sorry about what I said, Adam. You try so hard. It wasn't fair to say you don't care about us. You care a whole lot more that they ever did."

"How's Emma doing?" It can't've been good to see me basically a corpse.

Frisk shrugs. "I can't be sure. She looks okay. At least no worse off than would be appropriate. I can't really tell, though. She's trying to act like nothing bothers her." She laughs. "We know where she got that from."

"We ruined her." I agreed. I went quiet. I think Dad might be right. I really do break everything I touch. I couldn't stick it out, and this mess happened. I hurt Emma and Frisk. 

Frisk hugs me. "I'm so glad your okay, Adam. I don't even know what I'd do if you didn't make it. We're supposed to be stuck together until the grave, remember? If it weren't for you, we'd be so much worse off as well. I know we don't say it, but you really love us, Adam. Just remember we love you too."

"I love you, Frisk." I whisper. "Where would I be without my pain in the ass, baby sisters?"

"Where'd we be without our overprotective big brother?"

We pulled back. Emma poked her head in. "No food. Couldn't find the machine. Keeping the money. However, Frisk. . . ." Emma looks down. "Mom and Dad are ready to leave. They said to say goodbye to Adam then get to the car."

I suppose it shouldn't bother me that Mom and Dad don't want to say goodbye to me. It does.

Once again, I hold my arms out. "Give me a hug. I'll be home tomorrow."

Emma and Frisk gives me a hug. 

"Don't die on us." Frisk mumbles.

"I refuse to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." I muttered, half joking, half being truthful. Where's the fun otherwise?

Emma laughed at my reference.

Frisk leaves. Emma stops at the door to wave back at me. "Bye, Adam." 

I slump back down when the door shuts with a groan. "Good freaking Lord! OWWWWWWWW!"

I was chasing a unicorn. I know full well I'm not fast enough, but I had to try.

The unicorn runs through a gap between the trees. I leap at it, but missed. I stopped to pant. I caught a much more interesting smell.

I crouch down and sniff again. Human.

"Shit. Just shit." A girl said.

I turn. A pretty girl, maybe thirteen years old, with long, black hair and silvery, gray eyes.

I take a step toward her. She steps back.

"Adam or Remus? Why the hell am I asking? I'll be dead in ten minutes."

I yawned. Need sleep. The girl looked confused.

"You sorry, Buddy? Maybe you should take a nap." 

I moved closer to the girl. Her smell is familiar. Where from?

I'm right beside the girl. I sniff her boots, before laying down next to them. I watch her with interest.

"You have amber eyes, but the rims are blue." she whispers. "Same color blue as. . .oh, God. I didn't want to be right."

Mayday! Mayday!

The ship is slowly sinking

They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling

The girl looks down at her hands. "I'm sorry. You'd roll your eyes at me normally for even considering to pity you."

I lay my head down on my paws.

They're all around me

Circling like vultures

They want to break me and wash away my colors

Wash away my colors

She moved like she was going to leave. I don't like that.

I snarl at the girl and she freezes. Don't you dare leave. I like your company.

Take me high and I'll sing

Oh you make everything okay, okay, okay

'Kay, okay, okay

We are one and the same

Oh you take all of the pain away, away, away

'Way, away, away

I look down, tail between legs, and whine. I didn't want to scare her.

A man's face flashed across my mind. He was yelling and I was scared.

Save me if I become

My demons

"It's okay, Love." The girl whispers. "You didn't mean it."

She rubs my head. She's sits on the ground next to me. I lay down again, cautiously. I don't want her to get scared again.

I cannot stop this sickness taking over

It takes control and drags me into nowhere

I need your help, I can't fight this forever

I know you're watching,

I can feel you out there

She keeps calling me 'Love'. It's familiar. She's familiar. I wish I could remember from where. She keeps petting me. "You're kind of. . .cute when your tame. Just like an overgrown puppy."

Take me high and I'll sing

Oh you make everything okay, okay, okay

'Kay, okay, okay

We are one in the same

Oh you take all of the pain away, away, away

'Way, away, away

Save me if I become

My demons

I yawn again. The girl laughs. "You should sleep."

I don't want to. I want to figure out who you are.

Take me over the walls below

Fly forever

Don't let me go

I need a savior to heal my pain

When I become my worst enemy

The enemy

"Night, Adam." the girl whispers.

Images raced across my brain. All about the girl. Shouting at her as she sat at a front doorstep looking bored. Her running toward me, screaming as she gave me a hug. Spraying her in water as she, two other girls, and a black-haired boy all washed a big, black dog. Watching t.v and her leaning on my shoulder. Comforting her and carrying her back to the castle.

Take me high and I'll sing

Oh you make everything okay

We are one in the same

Oh you take all of the pain away

Clara. Her name is Clara. She's my best friend. I happily close my eyes to sleep now.

*Time Skip* Tem wants fandom merch but Tem has to pay for colleg

*Clara POV*

Once Adam went to sleep, I stood up and slipped away. I'm not hanging around in the forest all night. Not a chance in hell.

I go back to the Slytherin common room. Frisk and Emma were watching Supernatural. Or rather, Emma was and Frisk was staring blankly at a wall. She seems to be lost in thought.

"Why are you watching without me?" I ask, mock offended.

"Shhh!" Emma says. "I'm watching Swan Song. You know, the last episode of season five."

I placed my hand over my heart and bowed my head solemnly. That episode man.

"Pause it, Em," Frisk says, turning away from the wall.

"But-"

"It'll only take a second."

Emma sighs as she pauses it. Frisk and Adam really don't boss her around. She behaves on her own after all. I don't think I've even heard the two of them yell at her, but moments like these, when Frisk gets that little steel in her voice, you know not to questions what she's saying. Frisk turns back to me.

"So, how was your walk?"

"Good, good. I wandered into the forest, saw a unicorn just in time for Adam to pop out of the trees. I suppose him being a werewolf was the big secret?"

Emma and Frisk give each other a frightened look. Emma pipes up, "He was going to tell you. He just didn't know how?"

"I have a million dollar question; are you hurt?" Frisk asks looking me over worriedly. "Did he hurt you?"

  "I'm fine. No scratches. No bites. He didn't hurt me."  

Frisk lets out a breath. "Now I can relax. Adam would've hated him if he did hurt you, and I'd have murdered him."

"There would've been no need to kill him." I muttered, rolling my eyes. "If I wanted him dead, I'd do it myself."

Frisk smiles. "I know you would."

"Don't be mad at him." Emma says. "I'm sure he would be worried. He really was going to tell you in the morning. That was what all the little conversations were about."

"I don't hate him, and I'm not mad." I assure them. "Now, I believe we have an episode to finish."

I leap over the back of the couch as Emma unpauses the show.

Song: "My Demons" by Starset

I don't own "My Demons", Starset, the video, or Harry Potter. The credit goes to the wonderful people who created/owns them. 

As for Adam's POV in werewolf form, I realize it doesn't match with the amazing J.K. Rowling's design of werewolves. I made Adam this way because I don't honestly picture Adam as being a guy who could even unintentionally hurt somebody, due to how he was raised. I imagined that he would have an aversion to people, unlike other werewolves, because he doesn't want to hurt people, even while he's not in control. If you have a problem with that fine, you can tell me, calmly and kindly in the comments. I will not accept any hate and I will report any users who do.