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picture frame behind me had smashed to the floor and the glass was all over the place.
    My teeth came out and I tried to hide them. I couldn’t help it.
    “Do it.” He said, looking me in the eyes, “Do it…”
    And I did. Without hesitation. I bit him. My teeth sank right into his neck, and it was wonderful. It had been a long time since I have had any blood from a person, let alone a Werewolf. It was fabulous. Pure ecstasy. After a few minutes of drinking his blood I licked the wound clean, and it healed instantly. One, he’s a Werewolf so he heals quickly, and two, saliva from a hybrid helps heal the wound.
    I screamed in pleasure, and growled so loud, we laughed at each other for it too. He threw us both onto the bed out of breath…I don’t want to bore you with the rest of the details from that night. All you need to know is that it was amazing.
    “Shit.” He said breathlessly.
    “What?” I asked him out of breath.
    “You see what I mean when I say you don’t know what it is you do to us men?” He laughed. We laid there talking for awhile about anything and everything like we used to. Then we fell asleep in each others arms.
    It was amazing that he accepted me for who I was, and for what I was. He didn’t judge me. He just didn’t care about the fact that I was half Vampyre. He got me, he saw me. I never had to explain myself to him. That’s what us ladies want in a man. Take me as I am. And he did.
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    　
    Angel.

    4.

    Wild Daisies and the Cherokee Rose.

    Present Time.

    When I awoke the next morning James was gone. In his place was one wild daisy sitting on top the black pillow case. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I sat up and looked around my room to survey the damage. This is when I saw the shattered glass all over the floor.
    “Angel?” I heard my fathers voice coming from outside in the hall. “Are you awake?” He was now closer to my door.
    “Yea. Yes, I’ll be right out.” I yelled back in a sort of panic.
    I ran around trying to find some clothes to put on. I decided on a worn out pair of jeans and a black tank top, then slipped into my flip flops. I looked out the window before I went down stairs. There were police cars out front and the police were talking to people. What the hell? I ran down the stairs and collided into my father who was coming out of the kitchen and going towards the front door.
    “What’s going on?” I asked him as I steadied myself. The run in didn’t phase him one bit.
    “Dead human bodies were found this morning out in the woods near a camp site.” He stated and kept walking. I followed him out onto the front porch.
    “Chief Fowler. Can we steal a few moments of your time this morning?” The officer with the name tag Paul asked. I was standing still next to the shut screened door listening very carefully.
    “Sure, sure.” He said with his I’m all ears voice.
    “Have any of your people been up the trails the past few days? Up near the meadow?” He asked. I saw my father tense a little bit. They didn’t notice it, but I did. “We know you’ve been away the past few days.” He finished. They’ve been keeping an eye on us?
    “I don’t think my people have gone up there lately, no. That is not our land. That land belongs to someone else.”
    “I see. Do you recognize any of these people?” He asked my father shoving a pile of pictures into his hands. The other officer whose name tag said Mike , just stood there and watched curiously to see my fathers reaction. It was the whole good cop, bad cop thing.
    “Can’t say that I have.” My father studied the photos not making a face or showing any emotion at the mutilated bodies. I saw the pictures from over his shoulder. It wasn’t too much of a shocker. I had seen worse, or well, done