The Dying Rose and Us chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

"i'm sorry! i didn't know what else to do!" i cried, " you were walking away... and... and... " i gripped her tightly in my arms. "i'm sorry"
her eyes' were dialated and she fell limply against me. i didn't know what to do.
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she groaned when i added pressure to her lower neck. she was coming out of shock. "i'm sorry" i tried to say.
"what happened?" she mumbled.
"you kind of... blacked out i guess you can say"
"oh" she reached an touched my hand, which was over a warm rag on her neck.
"where are we?"
"in your bed room. i thought it was best to bring you here"

she opened her eyes and blinked. she moved her hand under mine, holding the rag in place before sitting up. "i feel weird..."
i told her everything ws gonna be alright. it was 6:30 and getting darker by the second. i told her to relax as i removed her shirt. or tried to. i lifted it part way before she jumped across the room with one hand olding her shirt down, and the other where i bit her.
"what are you doing?!" she growled.
"it's getting dark, you'll change. so unless-"
"how do you know i'll change?" she snapped. i knew having a guy undress her was uncomfortable probably brung back bad memories.
"undress yourself, i won't look" i turned facing a corner.
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"you can look now" she said shyly. i looked over my shoulder, she was under a llight weight blue blanket on her bed. sweat was forming on my face and arms. my nails extended on my hands, my fangs clicked together. i closed my eyes, "i'm sorry"
"for what?" she asked.
you'll find out....
i could hear her body shake and tremble. she whimpered. i looked at her.
"ow..." she said watching her nails extend like mine did. she licked her new set of sharp jagged teeth. brown hair seeped from her skin.

flowers were carved into the side of it. the cushions also had flower patterns on them. but along with that dark wet looking stains were there too. they had one of those old wood tv's.
several beer bottles and cans were the floor. in the kitchen table was scattered in bills, a calulater, several pens and pencisl and a beer bottle laying on it's side.
the floor was covered in dark stains that i dare not walk on. the stove was an electric one, it smelt of cold hamburger meat, eggs, bacon, and som kind of soup or stew. it looked like all of that blanketed it too. the only thing clean about the kitchen was the dishes. i sighed, ignoring my hunger pains.
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in her room, i sat by the window. watching to see if anyone was coming, like her father.
"i don't ever want to turn into a wolf again" she said peeking out from under the blanket. trotting to her, i liked her snout. "it only hurts the first time"
slipping out from under the blanket, she stumbled around. i laughed thinking of how i was the same way after my first time. kiki tried to walk but she'd forget about the other two legs she had and only moved two out of the four, then she'd look down, moved the other two and repeated doing the same thing.

3 A.M. and she's got the hang of walking, jumpping and running. i must admitt, she is a fast learner.