A Thank You

Every day for the past week, he has been staring at me. He hasn't said anything since realizing I was a werewolf. And didn't ask for more of my blood. My patience ran out at self-study.

"Why do you keep staring at me?!" I asked in a whisper/yell. He blushed and looked at his paper, before whispering. "T... thank y..ou." He has been staring at me all this time for just a thank you?! I put my hand on my forehead. "What's your name?" I asked since I forgot to get it on the roof.

"Elliot." He said quietly. I rolled up my sleeve and put my wrist on his lap. He looked at me in confusion. "Just drink quietly and don't waste any," I said going back to my paper. He leaned down and sunk his teeth into my wrist. I flinched, but ignored it, making sure no one saw. Fifteen minutes past and he released my arm. Licking the blood away.

"You look better," I said as I pulled my arm back, unrolling my sleeves. He did. He has a lot more color in his face. He didn't look dehydrated anymore. He smiled a little. Then I went back to finish my work.

Before lunch every day, we would meet on the rooftop. Some days he's gentle, and other days he bites my neck harshly. Each day that passes by, he becomes more and more handsome.

I lived alone since my dad was always busy with the pack. He was the Alphas right-hand man, the Beta of the Wolfe Pack. And he returned today. As soon as I opened the door, he grabbed me by the neck, slamming me against the wall. He looked pissed.

He started shouting at me. "WHY THE F*CK DO YOU SMELL LIKE A VAMPIRE?! I CAN PRACTICALLY SMELL ITS SALIVA ON YOUR NECK! YOU SHAME THE WEREWOLVES!"

After an hour of him scolding me, he left the house, slamming the door. I honestly didn't care. He was never a father figure to me, so if he's pissed, he shouldn't expect me to go after him.

I went to the bathroom, seeing my neck black and blue. I'll have to wear a scarf tomorrow. it won't heal in time, and it's starting to swell up. I was pale in the face from the cut of oxygen. Wrapping ice around my neck, I managed to fall asleep. Somehow.

The next morning came, my neck looked worse than yesterday. A wound inflicted by a being more powerful than you, takes longer to heal than normal wounds. I grabbed a blue scarf, trying not to move too much. The pain just kept surging through my neck.

As I got in front of the school, a hand dragged me into the sports warehouse. I was pinned against the wall, seeing Elliot looking down on me. Why didn't I notice he was so tall. He put his head at my neck, sniffing. He leaned back again, looking pissed. He grabbed the end of my scarf and pulled it off.

I tried hiding my neck with my hands, but he just held them in his one hand, pinching my chin, turning my head to get a better look. He leaned in again. His soft lips brushed against my ear. "Who did it?" He asked. I was silent. He looked even more pissed when I didn't answer. He punched the wall next to my head. Asking again. But this time more aggressively. "My dad." I whispered.