My Vampire Roomate

Wolfsbane dilemma

The car was a twisted wreck, glass crunching under me, and Sebastian’s arms were the only thing keeping me from slamming into the chaos. He’d saved me again, yanking me against his chest as the world flipped over. My heart was jackhammering, threatening to crack my ribs, but this hell wasn’t done with me yet.

He dug into the glovebox with one hand, pulling out a small bottle and splashing its contents around us. A sharp, earthy smell hit me, cutting through the panic. I clung to him, arms locked tight, too terrified to budge. Outside, a massive wolf—six feet of muscle, green eyes glowing—circled the car, growling low. It didn’t attack, though, and I guessed whatever he’d thrown was holding it back.

“This won’t last long,” Sebastian muttered, his voice strained as he scanned the darkness for an escape. “We need to move.”

“Is that Franklin?” I whispered, my voice quivering like a scared little girl’s.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes fixed on the beast. “But right now, he’s a bloodthirsty monster. Full moon does this. I’ll distract him—you run.”

The carnival lights blinked in the distance, a faint lifeline in the black night. I was bruised up, arms throbbing, but Sebastian had shielded me from the worst of the crash. “Can you even fight him?” I asked, panic choking me. Those claws could rip through anything, and Sebastian—he was strong, but not unbreakable.

He eyed the wolf, its bulk gleaming under the moon. “A healthy werewolf on a full moon? Slim chance. But I can buy you time to get out.” His stormy eyes softened for a heartbeat, meeting mine. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

No way. He wasn’t fine—he was about to face a monster for me, and I couldn’t let him die. The guilt would crush me. I pushed my hair back, baring my neck. “Bite me.”

He stopped cold, confusion creasing his face. “What?”

“You need strength,” I blurted, voice shaky but solid. “Vampires need human blood, right? You haven’t fed in ages—that’s why Eric’s stronger, why you’d turn to wolf food out there.” I leaned closer, eyes squeezed shut. “Do it.”

His hands slid to my neck, pulling me in slow, like he was wrestling himself. “You sure? I might not stop.”

“I trust you,” I breathed, pulse racing.

Two seconds stretched forever, then his fangs pierced my skin. Pain flared, hot and fierce, but it morphed into something heady, overwhelming. He drank deep, his hold tightening, like he’d been starving for centuries. My strength faded, head spinning, and just as I teetered on the edge, he pulled back, gasping. His eyes glowed, wild with a euphoric high.

He slashed his wrist fast and held it out. “Drink. It’ll heal you.”

Dizzy, I grabbed his arm, pressing my lips to the cut. His blood hit my tongue—warm, metallic—and my bruises vanished, energy flooding back.

BAM!!!

The car lurched as the wolf smashed into it, the bottle’s effect fading. Sebastian shoved a knife and another vial into my hands. “Wolfsbane. Repels werewolves. Run to the carnival, find safety, and stay put ‘til I get you.”

BAM!!!

Another crash shook us. “Go now!” he shouted, smashing the window and leaping out. I gripped the wolfsbane, sucked in a ragged breath, and ran. The wolf’s eyes locked on me, but Sebastian tackled it, sending them tumbling into the dirt. I didn’t look back—legs burning, I sprinted for the carnival.

It was a madhouse—screams, tires squealing, the lights now eerie and twisted. I yanked at a bathroom door, but terrified faces slammed it shut. Stumbling on, I found a dark corridor, hands fumbling along the walls until I hit a room. Pitch black. I locked the door and crumpled, tears streaming. Outside, the screams didn’t stop—what if Sebastian didn’t make it? Why was he even tied to a werewolf? My head was a wreck, and all I could do was wait.

Then a rough hand grabbed my arm, hauling me up. “Aren’t you a sexy thing,” a voice snarled, pulling me close. I kicked out, nailing his face, and lunged for the door, but he yanked me back, slamming me down. My heart seized as he unzipped his pants, eyes gleaming with vile intent. “Stay away!” I screamed, but his slap sent me reeling, vision blurring. He pinned one arm, looming over me. My free hand scrabbled, finding the knife Sebastian gave me. As his face neared, I stabbed—hard—into his neck. Blood gushed, warm and thick, and he gurgled, collapsing on me. Dead.

I shoved him off, trembling, mind numb. I’d killed someone. Dawn was close—cops, questions, a story no one’d buy. But I couldn’t leave—Franklin might still be out there, and Sebastian said stay. So I sat, in the dark, beside a corpse, waiting.

Six endless hours later, the doorknob jiggled. “Who’s there?” I rasped, terror spiking.

“Emma?” Sebastian’s voice flooded me with relief. I threw the door open, crashing into his arms, face buried in his chest. My clothes were drenched in blood, but I didn’t care. “I’m so glad you’re alive,” I mumbled, holding tight.

He glanced at the body, then me. “Let’s go before anyone sees.” He lifted me up, carrying me out. “What about Franklin?” I asked, still foggy.

A horn blared—a Ford nearby. Franklin waved from the driver’s seat, cool as ever. “There’s your answer,” Sebastian said, settling me in the back. He climbed in, draping his jacket over me as I faded, exhaustion hitting hard. “She’s been through so much,” he murmured, brushing my hair back.

“Sooner or later, you’ll need to feed again to protect her—and stop Eric,” Franklin said, hitting the gas.

I blacked out before I heard more.

Meanwhile, the carnival crawled with cops. A detective—John Hillman—stood over the body I’d left, barking orders. “Lock this room down. Get forensics here.” He spotted the spilled wolfsbane, scooped some up, and sniffed, eyes sparking with recognition. “Analyze this,” he told his team, pocketing the rest.

“They’re back,” he muttered, a grin curling his lips.