Free Werewolf Love Story by H. T. Night Page B

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    “Who knew?” he laughed, and then coughed like a fifty year smoker.
    “You alright?”
    “Yeah, I’m okay. It's hard to be funny fighting for your life. Also, it’s easier to breathe when I'm the raven.”
    “You're really going to milk this breathing thing aren't you?”
    “I'm sorry, you did crush my face.”
    He was right I not only choked him out but used his body as a weapon to knock out his friend. “So. What’s the deal? Where do you live?”
    Patrick was quiet.  Uh uh, I had to kick a homeless vampire’s ass.
    “You don’t have a place to stay?” I asked. 
    “My parents kicked me out a month ago.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Twenty.”
    “Well, that’s about the time parents start kicking their kids out.” I looked at Patrick. My instincts were that I liked him. He seemed genuine. He appeared to be a legiTimote guy like myself who got dealt a crappy hand as of late. “You work?”
    “I can make money.”
    “Can you make money legally?” I asked, direct.
    “Yeah, I have a storage unit filled with sports Memorabilia. When I'm strapped for cash I sell stuff on Ebay.”
    “Cool,” I said.  I was a huge Raiders and Lakers fan so this guy was right up my alley. “Look, you can stay here for the meantime; just pull in enough money to get your own food.”
    “I really don't eat. My stomach is pretty unpredictable.”
    I looked Patrick in the eyes. “You don't kill, people do you?”
    “Of course not.”
    “How do you feed your … you know… desire?”
    “I haven’t been a vampire for very long but my sister works at a medical hospital.”
    “And she gave you blood?”
    “Why wouldn't she?”
    “Cause it's fucking weird, that's why,” I laughed. “She didn’t ask what it was for?”
    “I told her.”
    “You told her?” I asked, shocked.
    “I had to.”
    “And she believed you?”
    “The whole turning into a raven thing pretty much seals the deal in the belief department.”
    “Yeah, that pretty much convinced me,” I stated.
    “There you go Kyro, there you go.”
    The sun began peeking out of the sky.
    “I think your friend probably turned back,” Patrick said, making a motion to the inside of the apartment with his head.
    “It happens that fast?” I asked
    “Put it this way, Tommy. Your beard is gone. And my skin is burning.” I felt my face and sure-enough I was clean shaven. “So what’s the deal with that?  Are you some partial werewolf?”
    “Your guess is as good as mine, Patrick.” I got up and opened the front door to my apartment.  Sasha was in a fetal position in the middle of the cage, soaking wet.
    “Why is she soaked?”
    It's what happens to werewolves.  It’s like sweat or secretion.”
    “That’s disgusting.”
    “I actually think it’s kind of hot,” he laughed.
    “It's not funny,” I said. “I might be halfway there.” I turned and faced Sasha. “Sasha,” I called into the cage. She opened her eyes. She seemed disorientated.
    “Tommy?” She asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “Let me out. I need to pee.”
    I took the key out of my pocket and unlocked the cage. Sasha rushed past me and made her way to the bathroom. I looked into the cage and the carpet was scratched up and mangled . Oh well , I thought. There goes my deposit.
    “She's pretty hot.” Patrick said.
    “Oh, she's trouble.”
    “Female werewolves usually are. They are a rare breed.”
    “Why is that?” I asked.
    “Because if a woman gets bit by a werewolf she usually dies. Only really strong and tough women survive. You have to survive the bite to become one.”
    “Doesn’t say much for the women's movement,” I said. “My experience is that women can take a lot more pain than men.”
    “We are wimps aren’t we?”Patrick grinned then coughed. We could now hear that Sasha had started a shower and Patrick rolled his eyes at me.
    “Throat any better?”
    “A little.”
    “I want you to know I’ve been bitten twice in the last few nights and you don’t hear me