bound to the moonlight

20.Amy

I growled as the alarm clock next to me began beeping shrilly. I picked it up and flung it across the room, it hit the floor with a surprising crash that knocked the batteries out and I experienced beautiful silence. I sighed and stretched and frowned as I realised it was Tuesday. Marcus hadn't come last night. True he didn't visit every night but this made four days and on his last visit he hadn't fed. He in fact hadn't fed from me in about a week, and that was a very long time (From my experience rather than knowledge), Marcus had initially fed less often from me but this had become more frequent as I had aged. Although this was helpful as my new hobby of wearing skirts smaller than the average pair of pants would be harder if I still had to have a white bandage wrapped around my thigh. But it was strange and I missed him, stupidly, it was just a fact that when night came so did Marcus and so after nearly a week I missed him it was like waking up one day to find the sun wasn't there it just wasn't how things should be. To be honest I actually was a little hurt as the last time I had seen Marcus I was scared because of what Matt had done. As far as Marcus was concerned I had been groped by an over enthusiastic boyfriend and he hadn't come back to check on me. I had expected him to come the next night and the next but he didn't. I knew he was still alive of course that little vague presence in my head was still there. My loss of Marcus combined with my distance I had to maintain from Matt made me feel totally alone , which was something I wasn't used to and I didn't like it. I was surprised how much I missed Matt, I hadn't known him for that long and I had behaved ridiculously around him. I don't know if it was because he like me was a wolf, and hence he felt like my brother, I don't know but I had behaved ridiculously which made this distance necessary but I still didn't like it. The look of pain in Matt's eyes every time he saw me walking along the hall with the stupid Jocks, made me feel like a complete b***h as poor baby he looked just like a whipped puppy and I couldn't banish the feeling that I was the one who had done the whipping. Harley I was finding was a very convenient boyfriend as apparently smiling at him and flipping my hair qualified me as his girlfriend. It was simple enough to work him as he may have a lot of bravado and flirting but he honestly seemed terrified of girls, meaning I didn't have to do much to be his girl which suited me just fine. But I honestly hadn't expected such celibacy from Harley he had a serious reputation at school a fact Which now to be honest amused me no end. I Was lonely though so I didnt want to keep Matt away, The only thing was I had to keep him away because I honestly was scared of him. I was scared of what would happen .The stupid influence my pheromones had on him, I couldn't risk that as I managed to shock him out of his bizarre lust once but I was already fully transitioned where as he was only going to get stronger and I wasn't an i***t I knew soon he would be much stronger than me. When he transitioned I would probably have to leave but I was in care it wouldn't be difficult, though even thinking this made something inside me hurt. I also was doing this in my stupid way to protect him from Marcus but he couldn't know about him. I sat bolt upright as a stupid sort of thought suddenly appeared in my mind could Matt have found out could he have hurt him. I shook my head as I laid back down that was a stupid thought, Marcus was a vampire and ancient highly powerful vampire and Matt was a teenage boy, he would be powerful one day, one day he would be a strong loyal wolf but he wasn't one yet. Now he was just a teenager no matter what he couldn't hurt Marcus it wasn't possible. I felt my fangs tingle and my teeth lengthened as the thought of Marcus popped into my head. I pushed him aside and pulled out one of my 'emergency' chocolate bars in an attempt to banish the irrational intense hunger that had suddenly rushed up in me. I sighed and heaved myself out of bed as I devoured the warm mixture of chocolate and caramel I began working on my make up; being a bloody bimbo was exhausting it was so much effort. But it was working, I don't think Matt understood how I was trying to help him but I truly was. I knew that Harley was the main one initiating the bullying so it was simple when he spotted Matt I distracted him, or full out asked him not too. I was a wolf I knew the posture someone adopted when they were hunting, boys were no different I could see Harley's posture shift to a predator as clear as day and so I began preening and flirting, which Harley seemed to find terrifying whereas the boys around him seemed to find his response captivating as such this distracted Harley from his hunting as he was forced to return his attention on to me allowing Matt to escape. Though oddly Matt seemed to be popping up a lot more than I expected as I knew he was scared of those boys but he seemed curious. I had to help him though strong emotions responses often induced a shift and I knew he feared them they had hurt him a lot across the past months. If they had decided to beat him up what would that make him, scared or angry it didn't matter either response could trigger a shift he was getting closer to transitioning every day I could see it in him and those boys were asses but it didn't matter we go mad like that and the pack would step in. I knew from pure instinct alone that anonymity was our aim, and that the pack would maintain that no matter what the cost and they certainly wouldn't split hairs about killing a single teen in order to keep it. After all it seemed that the pack only tolerated us rogues even existing as long as we kept quiet and didn't play them up. So I was trying to help Matt as he was so mild mannered if I took away the bullies and the beating he should be able to control himself and shift when he was in a slightly more discrete setting. I sighed satisfied with my layer of paint that made me look in my opinion like a Barbie doll and reached for my (well my borrowed) ceramic Hair straightness. God this was weird, on very hot machine to make my hair curl and another hot machine to make it straight. There's logic! As I brushed my hair back off my neck I caught sight of the mark on my neck. The scar that changed everything the mark that bound me to Marcus. I shivered as suddenly the thoughts of Marcus clogged my mind. I held my hair back and gently brushed the scar with a single finger. "Marcus." I whispered. The straightness beeped I growled in irritation and pulled the plug flinging the annoying things aside. Instantly not in the mood to adopt the rest of my disguise so I just roughly dragged a brush through my hair and pulled it back up into a high ponytail. I sighed as I pulled on my school uniform adopting the too short skirt despite the cold weather. I pulled my sleeve up with a growl not having a clue why I was really doing this I let my teeth sharpen and lengthen. I lifted my wrist to my mouth and drove my teeth in tearing open my vein, allowing my blood to slip across my wrist as I could feel the light lingering taste of blood on my lips. Being able to smell my blood taste blood made me feel closer to Marcus, after all it was blood that bound us." I miss you." I breathed pressing my nose in close to me bleeding wrist my eyes closed savouring in the sensations of my blood flowing free the smell the taste the warm feel of my blood trailing along my skin. I opened my eyes and lifted them from the crimson blood which trailed across my creamy white skin, and my eyes locked onto the small bunch of Lilac's I hadn't been able to throw away again and I had instead retrieved them and put them carelessly into a mug of water. Suddenly I was filled with an unexpected nod an uncontrollable sense of longing. I bit my lip as I felt tears threatening as I realised that I felt so lonely but I wasn't sure who it was that I missed.

"You seem distracted today beautiful." Harley purred as I picked at my baguette for once my appetite had completely deserted me, not a good sign. I felt completely ravenous in truth but strangely not for anything the school cafeteria offered.

"Huh?" I said tearing my gaze away from the far wall where they had been captured by Matt who was stood glaring at me his eyes a bright burnished gold; his transitions must be drawing close. Harley smiled and I felt a distinct urge to slap him.

"I must do something to attract your attention I guess." He said flirtatiously leaning in to kiss me. "What were you saying?" I said turning back to the group at large as though I hadn't noticed Harley's action. But I know if he had kissed me I probably would have bitten him, I could feel my lengthened teeth inside my jaws.

"Party for Jessica what do you think?" Natasha said brightly "she is about to turn sixteen."

"Wow." I said non enthusiastically

"She is the first of us to turn sixteen so we were telling her she should celebrate right?" Natasha said I could tell by Jessica's beaming smile that she wanted a party more than anything and was simply playing her role of denying.

"When is it your birthday Jessica?" I asked politely,

"Two weeks tomorrow." she said her eyes shining with excitement. "I was just telling these Guys that it's too late to plan anything."I forced my fangs back with just an effort of will.

"I'm going to be sixteen before you." I said in an unfortunate tone. Jessica's face suddenly looked thunderous as the rest of the table looked aghast.

"When's your birthday sexy." Harley said brightly I ground my teeth.

"What day is it?" I asked

"Tuesday" He said calmly

"The nineteenth." Natasha added

. "oh." I said vaguely

"What?" she asked with a smile.

"It was my Birthday on Monday." I said I honestly hadn't noticed as Marcus always came to me on my Birthday well ever since I had told him when it was anyway, but he hadn't appeared on Monday and that deepened my apprehension ever more. It didn't matter though as it wasn't my real birthday anyway, Marcus hadn't cared when my birthday was when he had snatched me so hadn't cared to stop and figure it out and I had been four so I hadn't got a clue. So in the end I chose the day I had met Scott the day my new life had began, it made my age a bit wrong but well I didn't know when my birthday was so It didn't really matter everything in my life was fake my name my age and my birthday. I remembered it so clearly the young male policeman placing a hand on mine.

"Can you tell me anything about yourself sweetheart?"

"Amy."

"Amy is that your name?"

"No." I shrugged and continued to talk to my feet,

"So you would like me to call you Amy."

"it's a name."

"Oh my god why didn't you tell us." Natasha squeaked eagerly, snapping me out of my daydream I shrugged indifferently, and returned to picking at my baguette as they again returned to talk of planning a party although this time it was a joint party for me and Jessica, who was glowering at me intensely. I just blocked them out and allowed my thoughts to wander again I became acutely aware of the sensation that I was being watched. My eyes snapped up and instantly locked onto Matt, his eyes locked onto mine for just an instant but his look was intense for just a moment before he turned and strode away purposefully. I felt an intense desire to run after him. I had a strange sense of longing in my stomach but was this for Matt or Marcus I couldn't tell, but I could tell that separation from them both was killing me. I loved Marcus in the most Bizarre sort of way but I hated him too and I was certain I could never let go of the hate and allow me to love him but the thought of us being parted hurt me deeply. Matt was different I liked him a lot, in fact it could possibly be called love though of a different sort. Marcus I didn't feel any half measures for him all our conversations made me feel great surges of love or hate for him, I knew the love wasn't real but I couldn't seem to turn ignore it. Matt on the other hand I liked him, he was nice to me. I felt safe with him, I felt comfortable with him, until we...well until our little err embrace I would have completely content with him in any situation. Content to just be in his company. I liked being with him, it felt almost like belonging. A hint of what it should have been like if I had been born into the pack. And that mere hint made me crave that sense of belonging more than I had before. I craved that sort of companionship the strength of us wolves came from the pack. Lone wolves went against out nature. "Amy." I heard gently as I waved off Harley and began my solitary path home, I swung my eyes around to see Matt lurking behind a tree clearly trying to be discrete, he was actually very good at it. I instantly smiled I couldn't help it and skipped around the tree.

"Matt." I said sweetly, though I was shocked at the golden intensity in his eyes I vaguely wondered if his eyes ever shifted back to that deep dark brown anymore. "What's wrong?" I asked when he gaped at me but didn't say anything seeming to be unable to get any words out.

"Yeah because something has to be wrong now doesn't it you can't just talk to me anymore I can't just want to talk to you." I flinched slightly at his cutting tone.

"Matt." I said but he cut me off by simply raising his hand dismissing an explanation not that I had any.

" sorry I didn't mean." He groaned and rubbed his forehead as if it was bothering him." I didn't mean too I wasn't eavesdropping it's just." He sighed averting his eyes, "it's just that my ears are pretty sensitive at the moment." I flinched as he placed a small carrier bag in my hand. I frowned at him. "Happy Birthday." He said weakly turning away sadly, I had an instant desperation to stop him from leaving,

"What is it?" I blurted out the first thing that came into my head, and felt myself cringe inside. Matt smiled,

"Do you not know how presents are supposed to work sweetheart?" he said gently but he stopped which was what I was after. I opened the small bag and pulled out a necklace. It was a thin leather string, on which hung a small sparkling pendant. I lifted it so that I could examine the pendant; it was a crescent moon that seemed to be made of glass or maybe some clear crystal, that seemed to sparkle in the light. "it just I don't know it made me think of you." I smiled at him and hung the leather string around my neck.

"thank you" I said gently fiddling with the pendant, already feeling more attachment to this than anything else I owned. I stood on tiptoe and gently pressed my lips to his holding them there a few seconds longer than I should have as Matt stood there rigid in shock. I stood there for a few moments fidgeting not knowing what I could say. "I better go." I said weakly, "thank you for this." I said lifting the pendant.

"I miss you." He said to my retreating back I stopped and took a single slow breath in while I gathered myself for a moment before I continued on biting my lip.