Dominic's POV:
You'd think turning into a goddamn werewolf would make me cool. It doesn't.
I still spill coffee on myself. Still forget my charger at home. Still get yelled at by Coach even though I'm, like, 10x faster now.
But no one knows. No one can know. Because no one wants to date a hormonal, ragey, meat-craving, clothes-shredding beast. No matter how tight your abs are.
It started a year ago. One minute I'm jogging through the campus trail at night because insomnia's a bitch, next minute-bam. Claws, blood, snarling, and me waking up naked in a ditch with leaves in places leaves should not be.
I was the rich, popular, sporty dude with a body and face like a Greek God, girls! Not a single one was there who didn't passed out after seeing my sweaty abbs. Hookups were my hobbit!
Ever since, I've been... different. My temper? On a hair trigger. My appetite? Insatiable. For food, for... other stuff too. My hookups? Let's just say no one's stayed past round one.
So, I moved out of the dorms and into a shitty little apartment on the edge of town. It's half mold, half peeling wallpaper, all mine. Safer this way.
For them. For me.
Tonight, I'm restless again. Of course. The fucking moon isn't even full yet, but I can already feel the fur bristling under my skin, like something's trying to rip out. I need to run.
I throw on my hoodie, ditch the shirt because why bother, and head for the woods behind the apartment. I sprint, bare feet hitting cold dirt. The world smells sharper out here-wet leaves, rotting bark, a squirrel with a limp two trees over. I want to hunt.
That's when I see it.
A little crumpled thing under a log. Flapping. Bleeding. Trembling.
A bat?
No, not just any bat. It's huge big ass mosquito! Fluffy! Brownish! Like someone dipped it in honey and mud. One wing's bent weird, and it's making these tiny sounds-like a kid trying not to cry. I crouch down, instincts screaming two things:
1. Eat it.
2. Help it.
Though I was hungry! But I prefer to hunt than go scavenging over a half dead big rat! So I went with the second one.
Big mistake. But I never truly regretted that!
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Lean's POV:
Everything was going good! A happy family! Momma! Dad! Two siblings! And super rich (yeah if being alive for centuries and still broke just jump in holy waters, I am young though just 21!). I? A brilliant student! Always topped the class, straight A's. Got an scholarship in a prestigious college! Breaking codes! Yes I am a computer and code geek! Thought I would be the 1st Vampire to go to NASA and break the stereotypes.
But everything changed one night! We were just casually sipping some good cattle blood! (We are not freaking Monsters to hunt down humans!! Well practically we are! But we don't drink human blood, it's something like drugs in Vampire community! It makes you go nuts and once a sip you are never stopping! So a bill was passed from Vampire board of blood consumption, drinking human blood is super banned and can get you into serious trouble if you get caught!!), When suddenly a blast boom!! Life flashed in second in front of my eyes, everything ended! MONSTER HUNTERS!! They attacked our castle! And shoot my dad with some willow wood bullet! (Apprently that's one things we are vulnerable to, besides holy stuffs and garlic, like eww why humans even eat those!!). Dad's roar echoed through the hall before it was cut short-snapped like a string. I couldn't even scream. I couldn't even breathe.
They took them all in hostage I tried my best to free them but momma, she looked into my eyes and told me to leave, I couldn't but I was left with no choice, I didn't know what they will do with them, but I ran, I flew as fast as I can but they shoot my right wing, but I somehow managed to crash in that forest, and phew they were too far to catch me.
Now I'm here. Wing broken. Cold. Hungry. And absolutely humiliated.
I try crawling out from under the log. Nothing moves. Great. Guess I'm dying. Again. For real this time.
Then, there's a sound. Leaves crunch. Heavy steps. Musky scent.
Something big.
Oh no.
A giant maybe 6 or 7ft tall.
I squeak. (Yes, I squeak. I'm panicking, okay?) He crouches beside me, this giant of a man with messy dark hair, gold-flecked eyes, and a jawline so sharp it could slice garlic. He's shirtless, muscular, and... oh. Oh dear.
I prepare to die. But instead, he scoops me up in his arms like a wounded pigeon.
"You're the ugliest bat I've ever seen," he mutters.
Rude! Very Rude!!!
But My devils he is damn hot! Like sizzling like damn sun!! Like I am gonna burn into ashes! (Yup you got it right! I am a damn Rainbow Vampire!)
I'm freezing against his chest, but I manage to stammer, "You're the hottest grump I've ever seen." but that was pretty low, like fam I am die right now you can't expect me to shout like hell hounds! And that short eared couldn't hear me! He doesn't know I am a vampire! But something is suspicious with his smell!! Like guys I smell DOGGY!!!
His Golden eyes narrow. I grin. And then promptly pass out.
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Dominic's POV
I should've left him.
I should've let nature do its thing. Survival of the dumbest. But nooo. I had to take him home, wrap him in a towel, and try to feed him some caterpillars I caught way back home! Like isn't that this day blind pests eat? But at what cost!
He's snoring now. On my couch. Drooling!! His little tongue lolling out! Dumb but cute!
The bat-no, vampire, I figured it out when I tried to give him chicken broth and he hissed like a baby blender-is the most annoying thing I've ever saved. And I confirmed when then next morning I wake up to a full naked curly blond dude! Sleeping like dead on my 1000 dollars couch and drooling! He looks as stupid and whatever its called cute? As he was when he was that oversized mosquito, talking in his sleep. Keeps calling me "Puppy-Puppy."
It's only been a day, and I already want to throw him out the window. Or cook him and have a lunch!
But also... I can't.
Because when I see that stupid broken wing, or hear the wince he makes when he tries to move-I remember what it's like. To be suddenly something else. To be hurt. Alone. Afraid of yourself.
So maybe, just maybe, he can stay. For now.
But if he calls me "puppy" one more time, I swear I'll eat him with mayonnaise!.