Unwanted

Rated T

By CheetoFlavoredLove and Awesomely Beta'd by WritesWithPoisonInkAndBlood

7.

"I heard you screaming, are you alright?" he pants. I blush slightly and bring my legs up close to my chest.

"I'm fine, just a bad dream, that's all." Was it? I knew it was no ordinary bad dream because I've been having several like them for months now, ever since I was turned.

I look behind Bryce and out the window, the sun has just gone down; the perfect time for hunting. I stand up and brush past the werewolf.

"Where are you going?"

"Hunting," I bite my lip; I just realize how hungry I really am. It's been a day or two since my last feeding.

"You can't go out there!" Bryce grabs my arm. I turn and slam him against a wall. It would be an odd sight to see: me, a tiny, quiet girl holding up a large werewolf by the throat.

"And why not?" I growl.

"Because, there aren't any humans around here." he croaks. I release my grip and continue for the door.

"I don't drink from humans; that's for the higher status Vampires, I only drink from animals." I hear him gulp loudly, causing me to smirk. "Don't worry; you're not my typical type of meal. A nice deer or fawn will tide me over for now." I'm about to leave when I turn to him. "Aren't you coming?" I ask.

He nodded very fast as he walked by my side through the forest. I stopped suddenly, and inhaled all the scents around me.

"What are you doing?" he asks in a low whisper, not wanting to startle me.

"Shh…stay here." I caught the scent of a fine, large, healthy buck. I didn't want him to run away at the sight or scent of Bryce. Vampires do have scents; we just have a different one than from what you might expect, dead, rotting flesh and such, but we don't. It's faint, very faint. It might smell like what we used to smell like when we were alive. Even the eldest of Vampires have them. Mine, however, was still quite strong since I was only turned a few months ago.

I follow the scent of the buck until I come upon it in a clearing, where the buck is eating in the moonlight. I stand there and wait for it to feel my presence. I catch his eyes with my glare and continue to whisper commands for it to follow out, he comes to me and lies at my feet.

"This will not hurt, I promise." I whisper before I bit in his large neck, blood soothed out my temper, clearing my mind of the horrible tightening headache I've felt ever since I woke this evening. He lets me drink my fill and once I'm through he stands and runs away as fast as he can with twin marks shedding blood on his neck.

I look up and see Bryce standing behind me, a mixture of fascination and disgust playing on his face. I suddenly am ashamed of what I am. I wipe the trail of blood-droplets away from my chin with the bare skin of my wrist.

"I'm sorry." I lower my head and whisper. No longer the strong woman I wished to be, but the well-behaved servant.

"That was…I've never seen anything like that. How did you do that?" he says with astonishment in his voice.

"You do not want to know." I walk past him with a heavy conscience.

"But -"

Something comes over me, a heated feeling I've never felt before. I don't like it, it's like I'm not in control of myself. "I said you don't want to know!" I hiss through my fangs. I use my free hand to stroke his neck. "That is unless, you really, truly would like to know." I purr into his ear.

"N-no, I don't want to die." he croaks. I step back and look at him with tear-filled eyes. I have control now.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what…I'm sorry." I run from him as fast I can, replaying his voice over and over in my head. 'I don't want to die.' Neither did I.

8.

When I get back to the cabin, I hide in the first place I can find: the closet. I feel guilty about everything, even things that weren't my fault; feeding, yelling at Bryce, running off without him, everything.

I don't know how much time passed but frankly I didn't care. I was hiding from change, I'm afraid of it but I cannot stop it now that events have taken place. I finally hear the door open and close; followed by the sound of the pads of Bryce's feet going against the wooden floors.

"Daisy? Daisy? Where are you?" I hear him say through the walls. Suddenly the closet door swings open, causing me to jump. "Found you," he says with a sigh of relief. "I thought you didn't stop running after you passed the cabin, or you had gotten lost in the woods. Why are you hiding in here?"

I lower my head but do not reply.

"Daisy, come on. I may be a backwards werewolf but I have feelings you know, and right now you're hurting them."

"I-I never meant….I never wanted any of this. I was perfectly fine being a silent servant. I hate who I am, I hate what I am." I begin to cry, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

Bryce looks at me with no emotion in his face; it's as if he's refusing to let himself feel anything at this moment. He kneels down and pulls me into his lap, letting me cry into the fur on his chest.

"Do you want me to feel sorry for you? For me to pity you? Because I won't. You can at least go out into public and most people would think you were a living human being, while everyone else would want to slice me open and put me up from public display.

"I've had to deal with this for the last 23 years of my life, before you came along I was all alone." I stop my tears from sliding down my cheeks, and my selfish sobs and listen. "My father hated me from the instant I was born, I was just a constant reminder that we really were monsters underneath our skins. He ended up killing himself for it, then my Uncle took power and cast me off from the rest, I'm rarely allowed to show my face to the pack.

"We can't wallow in our misery, Daisy. We'll go mad if we do." he whispers the last part into my ear, I feel the small furs and whiskers brush against my cheek, they're somehow soothing.

I look up at him and he smiles. He licks away the salty remnants of the tears on my face. "A big, bad puppy dog, that's what you are."

"I may be a big, bad, puppy dog but trust me, there's plenty bite to my bark." He sets me down and stands, I instinctively reach for his large paw and hold onto it. He just smirks as if he knows something I don't.

But I know something as well, that he doesn't know. For the first time, in a very long time, I feel my heart beat. Is this good or bad?

Is this chapter good or bad? I don't really like it but my beta does, (I'm sorry, it's been forever since I posted.) I sorta forgot that I had this on the computer. Please review and tell us what you think.