A Vampire's Heart
Chapter 3
It has been two days already of complete silence and quiet loatheing.
I began walking behind Wesley to glare at the back of his big head.
"Glareing isn't something that frightens people Jaine." He whispered.
I rolled my eyes. It was quiet again, for a couple hours, until Wesley suddenly stoped walking.
"Hey pup? You see a squirrel or something?" I snickered sarcastically.
"Shut up!" He snapped quietly.
I blinked a couple times.
"What's the hold up? I hear nothing but the river, and I see nothing but the forest and one annoying werewolf trying to slow us down! Let's go!" I said and began walking.
"Jaine stop!" I stuck out my tonge at him when suddenly I heard a loud click.
In less then a second, Wesley grabbed my wrist, flung me back to where he was standing and fell. I looked back at him. His leg was caught in an over sized bear trap, the spikes impaled his ankle, shedding blood from all around it.
"You idiotic girl....." He growled.
I was a little shocked, I'll admit.
"Such an obvious trap...... why'd I fall for it?"
"Just just it, it was too obvious so Riley thought we wouldn't fall for it, even though, I didn't." Wesley glared at me now. I blushed out of embaresment from my own mess up.
"Whatever, I'm not perfect." I said standing up.
Cringing, Wesley grabbed the trap and began prying the spikes out of his ankle.
He finally got them free, but he could'nt get his foot out.
"I'm really traped.... this is annoying.... I can't get out unless I break my foot...." He whispered, then his one hazel eyes looked at me.
I blinked.
"What?"
"I do not want to say this, but I need your help Jaine." Wesley sighed.
"Well, well!" I said.
"Cut the crap Jaine! Listen to me! I need you to hold this trap open for me.
They only way for me to get out is to become a wolf. But I can't hold this as a wolf, and a trap like this could easily snap my foot clean off!" Wesley growled.
I swallowed at the image of his foot getting chopped off, not a pretty sight.
His arms were beginning to shake.
"Jaine, please...... I can't afford to loose my foot now! Help me!"
I walked over and grabbed the trap's edges, suddenly relizing how strong and sharp it was! When Wesley released it, his hands were all cut up.
I tried as hard as I could, but, God! It hurt, and tiring.
"Hurry up! I can't hold it for that long!" I said.
Right before my eyes, Wesley's human self became a reddish-brown wolf.
I gasped, suddenly, my arms collapsed, and I let go.
I closed my eyes, waiting for Wesley to scream, the image of his foot snapping off in my mind, I peaked, Wesley's foot was still in tact! He was in wolf form licking his leg as it gushed blood.
I sighed.
"I'm sorry Wesley. Here." I took out a ribbon and wrapped his back leg up.
His hazel eye looked up at me in confusion.
"I guess he can't talk in this form..." I thought.
"Look, this is nothing personal, you saved me from that trap so I have to help you somehow." I said finishing the knot.
I sat back and looked at Wesley. All those stories about werewolves being half human and half wolf mixed at the same time was all wrong. All those movies, werewolves were so ugly, but they just turn into regular normal looking wolves.
"Can you talk in this form?" I asked.
Wesley shook his head.
"Do you know when you'll change back?"
Wesley shook his head again and stood up.
He began walking again, but his back leg was limping so much.
"He's totally idiotic." I thought.
"Wesley, we should take a break until later. You foot needs to heal." I said walking up to him. He looked up at me, licked his lips once and whimpered.
I understood.
"Hungry huh? I guess I am as well....." My stomach growled.
Wesley ran away, lifting up his back leg as he ran. I just stood there, waiting.
An hour later, Wesley returned with a deer dragging behind him.
I drank it's blood as Wesley ate the meat.
I guess I dozed off, because I awoke later with the moon over head.
I looked around and noticed Wesley was back to normal, and.... half naked!
I gasped and looked away, until it clicked that he had pants on.
I looked over at him.
"I wonder how his leg is doing?..." I thought.
Walking over to his ankle, I slid his pant leg up.
The blood slowed, but the entire ribbon was drenched in scarlet blood.
Looking at the blood, I began licking my lips.
"I wonder what werewolf blood tastes like?" I thought. And before I could stop myslef, I leaned down, and began drinking the dark scarlet blood off of Wesley's ankle.
(What will happen next? Find out in chapter 4!)
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