Good Night Sweetheart

Mutt

Morgan's POV

Why the hell is there a werewolf here. That would be my luck; her best friend and another human mated to a wolf. How did I miss it? Not like I was really looking for it, either. I don't have a problem with wolves, but they have a big problem with my kind. I did kill a few of them without reason in my early years, but that was before, not now.

I have no plan to hurt him, but if he moves or takes her from me, I won't make any promises. Listening to the girl's conversation, I know he is as well.

"I'm not going to hurt her, I swear that," I tell him, and he's glaring.

"How can I believe you?" He huffs.

"I haven't yet, and I could have. She stayed with me last night. I never touched her." Megan just finished Libby's sentence and we both heard it, even if Libby thinks we are out of earshot.

"Shit." Matt mutters angrily. "Why you? You need to tell her what she's getting into. If you don't, I will."

"Don't threaten me pup. I was going to tell her when the time is right." My frustration is getting the better of me, and he is grating on my nerves right now.

"I think now is a pretty good time because she will have questions for you, and she should know what she is getting." He growls at me, and I swear if I was the man I used, he wouldn't be breathing.

I don't get to reply to him before the girls walk back, unaware of our conversation.

"Come on, Matt, let's go; I think she'll be okay," Megan says, pulling her wolf by the arm. I'm glad about it too.

"She better be, and you better tell her now what she’s getting into." he bites at me over his shoulder.

I take off my glasses, rubbing my face. I really didn't need this s**t today. A wolf here; I should have suspected it, but the last I knew, the nearest pack was fifty miles away. Then it dawns on me, the university.

She's standing there, arms crossed, looking at me, waiting for some kind of explanation. As I slip my glasses back on and open the door for her, she stands rooted in the spot. Setting her bag down, I can do little more than look back at her, feeling sorry about everything. She has even more questions I'm not prepared to answer. I thought I would have more time, but that pup and his big mouth made not telling her impossible.

"Do you still want to go with me?" the words fall out of my mouth slowly and painfully, but the choice is still hers to make.

"That depends. What aren't you telling me?" Her sharp eyes study me, and speculation dances in them. I really don't like the look she is giving me. She must feel like I have been lying to her, but I haven't lied. I left out some things and still don't want to tell her.

"That is not a conversation to have on the sidewalk," I reply, begging with all my soul she wants to come with me.

"Then let's go back inside" she raises a brow, eyes fixed on mine, holding her key in her hand.

"I will try and explain the best way I can." Defeated and tired, my head is killing me now. I'm not prepared for this conversation. I could lose her before she's even really mine.

She unlocks the house and waits for me to make my feet move. I feel rooted in place. I really hate that loudmouth pup right now. Finally, I make my feet move and walk into her apartment; now that I'm moving, standing still again is even more challenging.

She sits on her sofa, her foot on the cushion to prop her elbow on her knee and her chin resting on her palm. She sits there watching me as I try to find the words to even begin. Pacing and muttering to myself, trying to know where to start.

"I don't even know where to begin," I mutter to her, taking off my glasses and tossing them on the table. I run my hands through my hair, looking over at her, pleading that she might understand, but who would understand and not be afraid of what I am?

"The beginning is a good place to start." She states calmly, watching me. She was angry before, but her face has softened ever so slightly as she sits there waiting, looking like an angel of mercy.

I sit in one of the dining chairs, hanging my head, and holding it in my hands. "That could take all day I mutter, sinking bitterly.

"I have time." She responds, and I look up at her calm features, trying to find the same calm in myself.

"Okay then. The beginning it is. My name is Morgan; that is the name my mother gave me when I was born, June tenth, 1802." I watch her as she takes in the date and see the questions in her eyes.

"How is that possible?" She finally asks, and I take a deep breath.

"Was turned into this the spring of 1828." I pause a moment, "I never wanted to be this. I didn't ask for it was a choice someone made for me.

"And what are you?" She tilts her head, studying me hard with those eyes of hers. I close my eyes, not wanting to see her face when I answer.

"A vampire." I hate the word and hate saying it more. I never asked to be this, and I hate them for it.

"I thought vampires were just made up for stories and movies. You don't look like all the ones from the movies I've seen." Her words make me sink as I look back up at her.

"They have it very wrong, and we exist, and so do werewolves. There are many things in this world that most never know about."

"What happened to you then?" She looks curious and unafraid, relieved hardly explains exactly how I feel right now.

"I was foolish, and much like you, I never thought things like vampires could exist, and I didn't even know what they were when I met them. I was traveling abroad at the time while other men my age were all settling down and raising families of their own I wanted to see the world. I wanted to learn and travel.

"I had a good education. My family saw to that, and when I told them my plans to see the world, they weren't surprised by it. I had always had a thirst for knowledge and wanted to have an adventure before my life became as mundane as I saw my father's life.

"I hadn't been traveling long when I found myself lost in a strange city, the rain pouring down. That's when I met Claudia. She was friendly and told me she knew of a boarding house I could stay at. Being completely unaware of any danger, I went with her.

Everything there looked like every boarding house I had stayed at during my travels, and I saw nothing wrong with it. I met the owner of the boarding house, and he was a very pleasant and charming man, much like Claudia. His name is Edmond.

"If I'm being honest, we had a pleasant time together, even having dinner and talking late into the evening. I didn't know that Claudia had brought me back there to be their meal, but Edmond seemed to take a liking to me. He was interested when I talked of all the places I had been and still wanted to see. There were four others there as well, all well-spoken and well-educated. I thought they were like me in a way with my hunger for knowledge and adventure. They killed me that night as I slept soundly in my bed. I awoke to Edmond draining my life from me. He asked me if I wanted to die. When I said no, he smiled. Biting me again and I blacked out. When I awoke days later, I was reborn like them, a new member of his family. I suppose he took my not wanting to die at that moment as consent, but I just wanted to live. Now I'm stuck like this. I won't tell you that I was a good person after I awoke. I was so hungry, and when my new family guided me, we did some truly awful things that I can never atone for.

"Hunting humans was a love of theirs. They lived for the hunt; when I began questioning them and not wanting to go with them, they started taking me to see what happens to vampires that don't feed on humans. While we can live for a time on the blood of animals, it can't be sustained. They took me to a clan that tried it for too long, and by the time we got to them, they had all succumbed to a form of insanity. They destroyed an entire village and began feeding on each other unable to satisfy their hunger. I won't forget that day and the things I saw. It was also the day I knew I needed to get as far away from my clan as possible. I never wanted to be this, but I have never had the nerve to end my life, either. I feel like I need to make up for the wrong I did when I was young and the lives I helped steal.

"It took some doing and many failed attempts, but I managed to escape them and start over in life. I feel like I'm always starting my life over. I have been so many people over the years it's hard to remember who I was once. That's why I chose to use my name again, hoping it would bring me back to who I used to be." I have been watching her as I tell her the truth about what I am, and she never moved or flinched. I don't know what she is thinking, but when she looks at me, I see questions in her beautiful eyes.

"Are they still looking for you?" She finally asks. I nod slowly.

"You can never leave your clan. You are family until the end, and if you leave them, they will hunt you down and kill you if you don't return to them. I know they are looking for me and won't ever stop."