Chapter Thirteen: I'm a broken freak, its official!

We got inside, and I narrowly dodged the bullet known as Ambrosia. I snuck up the back stairs, as she greeted Chris at the front door. She may fit the part of a blonde that is the center piece of all blonde jokes, but she was fierce when she has to be. Not only that but she has an advantage, having already knowing how to change into her wolf and back, when I haven't done it once, only several almost accidents.

I heard murmured conversations downstairs, and the familiar clink of plates and forks coming together, another bullet dodged, I wouldn't have to sit through another half-dinner answering all the uncomfortable questions about my tortured and forgotten life. Well since everyone was officially downstairs I could at least do some roaming of the upstairs.

Tiptoeing, and being as silent as I could I walked from room to room, finding most of them locked like Veronica had instructed me to. The ones I found open, usually ended up being empty guest bedrooms. I had reached the end of the hallway and was about to give up when I noticed one door ajar. Curiosity got the best of me and I crept over to the stream of blue light creeping out from the crack in the doorway. The door creaked a little as I pushed it open far enough to allow me to slip in, my feet automatically feeling the difference of the carpet from the hard wood of the hallway. The light was coming from a computer sitting in the corner of the room, setting a low blue tone to the messed up bed and nightstand. Clothes were neatly folded and placed on hangers in the closets or in the drawers of the dresser, all blacks and grays of sorts. There were a few possessions collecting on the nightstand, including a cell-phone and IPod, things that surprisingly alike to mine. I was about to leave the person's bedroom when the laptop blinked a shade of white, then settled back on blue making a ding sound.

Taking a quick glance back down the hallway, gladly seeing no one walking down it, I came back and sat down in the computer chair. I was being a snoop I know it, but I was bored, who could blame me, well except the person who owned the stuff I was snooping around in. Up popped up a chat room, two people talking to each other and a suddenly cut off conversation from the owner of this computer. The person's username was BlackAsNight, and apparently they were talking to Locusts and AppleB. AppleB hadn't said something for twenty minutes so my guess was they were off for the moment, but Locusts had perked up after a long wait.

"I think I can handle a job like that, I mean I've spent..how many years tracking the kid down, I know everyone of there moves," they replied to AppleB's message, "I have a job for you, can you handle G with little to no disturbance."

I puzzled over the strange conversation; it had only started about an hour ago, but was mostly in a sort of code or something, only the last two lines containing some sort of real wording. I was about to go into the user files to find out the owner when I heard the creak of a step on the stairway. My head snapped up, looking at the door like a deer caught in headlights. Another creak as the person made their way towards the room I was in. Quickly I placed the laptop back on the desk, aligning it so it matched as close as possible to what it was before I laid a finger on it. The footsteps were coming closer and I was almost sure now that they were headed for this door, considering all the other close ones were reserved for guest bedrooms.

I looked around frantically, beads of nervous sweat coming across my forehead; the only solution was the window. Luckily it was already open, and had no screen in it. I stepped on the windowsill, looking so very far down to the green grass glinting in the moonlight. Fears from being about to jump of a third story window began surfing through my head, making me almost want to stick out and wait for what was to come. But the doorknob jiggled as a person rested their hand on it. I jumped without a second thought, closing my eyes tightly as the air came whooshing around me, enveloping me in a pocket of wind. My legs almost buckled as I hit the ground, and I was just getting up when I heard the door to the room open, but no voices.

I pressed myself up against the siding of the house as I heard ruffling of papers in the room and the light sounds of someone clicking keys on the keyboard. More footsteps came toward the open window, directly above where I was standing. I sucked in a deep breath and held it while I heard someone click the lock open and slam the window shut. I let out the breath raggedly, glad that they wouldn't be able to hear me anymore, of course that would mean I wouldn't be able to hear them, but they weren't really that exciting, except for having the only computer I had seen in the whole house.

My breath started to slow down, I hadn't noticed it had increased at all, but the adrenaline rush was toning down. I slid down the side of the house, landing softly in the grass. The faint light that streamed through the leaves on the trees made the scenery seem suddenly eerie. The wind blew softly, but whistled by my ears. I slowly got up, scanning the perimeter again, my trouble wasn't over. My senses pricked with danger and my head whipped from side to side, looking for its source. I had only had these feelings once before, that night, which seemed so long ago, when I walked home from the club. The wolf.

A low growl came from the bushes near-by, and I backed up, heading for the back door to the kitchen. My hand clasped around the door handle just as I could see the faint silver eyes boring out between the leaves. A yelp escaped me, and I swung the door open, twisting around with it, and ending up on the inside, the door now safely keeping me secure. I looked out the window in the door, as the eyes blinked once, then disappeared. I hadn't noticed but my hand was shaking madly again.

The kitchen was empty, something I was deeply thankful for, and I could hear the family's conversation in the living room. Turning the water on in the faucet I kept my hand under the constant stream coming out of it. I splashed the cold water on my face, keeping my hands there for a few moments. The memories of that walk home were still chilling, even now that I knew all about the incident, well besides who the wolf was, but when I questioned Chris in the car all he did was shut down.

Eventually I stopped shaking, and my heartbeat slowed to a normal pace. But I only had one thing on my mind; I had to next time I saw that wolf, know how to defend myself. I shut the water off, just now noticing that I had almost let the sink overflow with my thoughts overwhelming me. Purposely I walked down the hallway, towards the sounds of laughter and conversation. Distinctly I could hear Ambrosia's annoying laugh, hers at least two octaves higher than the rest. How could anyone stand her, more or less marry their son?

I pushed the door open, the bright light streaming into the darkened hallway I was standing in. Chris was the first to look up, a smile on his face, that only widened when he saw me. Ambrosia's eyes traveled up the direction his were focused at and I swear she would have snarled at me right there and then if it hadn't been for his mother sitting in the seat next to her. I smiled sweetly to everyone, "I'm sorry for not attending dinner," Gosh why did I sound so formal, "But I was wondering if I could borrow Chris for a moment?" I asked, my gaze locked with his hopefully passing the message that this would not be able to wait. He nodded, then turned toward his mother, whose face was struggling not to fall into a snarl like Ambrosia, only a fake plastered smile. "Of course, you are excused, Crispin," she said politely, but her eyes showed all the difference. He nodded again, and stood up walking out the door with me. We stood in the hall, "What's up?" he asked, sounding a little cheerful and annoyed at the same time, if that was possible.

"I need you to te.." I started to say but footsteps started down the hall, and moments later the girl, Raven, walked into the conversation.

"Oh, sorry, are you guys done chatting in there?" she said, jabbing a thumb towards the living room, "Cause if you aren't I love to get some of that cheesecake that's left,"

"Ummm....no it's not done, go ahead," I said uneasily, the way she looked at me put me on edge. Her purple ended hair glinted in the stream of light coming from the slightly ajar door.

"Good, thank you," she replied, and pushed the door open, "Hey, I'm back..." she started to say her voice fading as the door swung shut behind her.

"That was...umm....weird," I said, but Chris only shrugged, "She's a friend of Ambrosia's, apparently she didn't tell me she was visiting us this week."

"That explains why you didn't know her this morning," I said, now starting to see the picture, but it seemed kind of odd that someone so, polite and nice, could be a friend of Ambrosia's.

"Yeah, I guess. What were you saying?"

"Oh, I need you to teach me how to turn into my wolf," I said outright, his open jaw proved how much it really was.

"Well, you mean you haven't turned yet?"

"No, but I've come very close," I said uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot. To tell the truth, I don't know how close I had been, what with sharpened canines and talon/nails, but that had been about it.

He sighed, one of his hands went through his hair, "Why do you want to know?" he asked, looking me in the eye.

Somehow I didn't want to tell him about the second encounter I had had with the wolf today. "I feel kinda out of sorts, being the only person here who hasn't been a wolf yet," I lied; I was sometimes really bad at lying, mostly to people who I knew. Now complete strangers, I could lie easily to, but family members and friends, not so much. He regarded me skeptically, but took the bait, "Fine, I guess now would be as good as time as any," he sighed, and gestured for me to follow him towards the front door.

Breathing a silent sigh of relief, I followed him. The air was now calm, letting me know that the danger of that wolf was gone, for now. But still I kept close to Chris, afraid I'd get lost in these woods that I didn't know, but he had a long stride which made it hard to keep up with.

Suddenly he stopped and I ran into his back like a brick wall, "Oomph, you could have told me you were stopping," I groaned, rubbing my nose, afraid it was broken again.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking around us, we were in a big expanse of no trees. After a few minutes of him searching around us I started to get nervous, was the wolf back? Then he just shook his head, "Okay, well the transformation is usually caused by a great emotion, like anger or sadness. Mostly anger, because that can be the most powerful of all your emotions, you don't have a fit of happiness and stab someone without remembering it, but that can happen when you are mad."

"So what am I supposed to get angry or something?" I asked, I could think of a few things that I could take a knife to, one of them starting with an 'A' and ending in 'mbrosia'. But since she wasn't here at the moment, that could be a problem for focusing my anger.

"Well sorta, you have to be furious at something with a passion for your first change to take place, after that it just falls into place, you just have to break through the barrier,"

"But, I have been furious, but all that's done is made my nails extra sharp, for Pete's sake I was surrounded by two blood-thirsty vampires!" I exclaimed, my hands going up in the air.

"You have?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "That should have done it, for most werewolves it takes a lot less than that for them to shift, usually just the scent of a vampire sends them into overdrive. "

"Wait, so you mean I just have another reason why I'm out of here. Let's see I'm orphaned, a werewolf, raised by vampires, have a prophecy stamped on my head, and now I'm a broken freak!" Great, just what I needed, I was hoping that I would at least be normal at being a werewolf but no.

Chris just started nodding when the bush beside us rustled, snapping both of our attentions to it.