• PART 2
    The girl was about his height, long dark brown hair that was curly and she had green eyes with the most beautiful face ever. Jonathan looked as she stabbed the werewolf in the head, with a long blade that shinned.
    She moved out the way as a big hairy wolf jumped at her, teeth bloody. It slashed at her, but she was quick, she stabbed it too and then she walked right past him. Jonathan felt a pain in his arm and gripped it. He could feel dry blood and also some new blood that pushed its way out. "Wait! Aren't you going to help me?!" he asked her, putting his hand out for her to grab. Instead, she stopped in her tracks and turned around. Fear was written on her face, along with what seemed to be intrest. "You can see me." It wasn't a question, but he answered her.
    "Duh....why would....look help meeeee..." he feel to his knees and closed his eyes.
    He woke up in a small hospital like bed, its sheets were thrown over him. He looked around the room, there was white wall paper and a small desk with magazines thrown over it. There was another bed next to him, were a boy lay. He was tall, Brown hair and dark brown eyes, with a handsome face. They boy was slumped on the bed, he wore a long whit shirt and a pair of blue jeans. A magazine was in his hand.
    Jonathan tried to lean up, but felt pain work its way through his body when he did try. "Ouch!" he said. The boy lifted his head up, and he had a big smirk across his face. He had a evil one too. He was the kind of boy you wouldn't like to be near. He pushed his long curls out his face and sat up, tossing the magazine. "Well, well, well. The sleepy head awakes. We've been waiting forever. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
    "Hey, come inside!" he shouted. Jonathan pushed the blankets over his face. He was freaked out. Were they going to kill him? Hold him for ransom? Or worse, Rape?
    He felt his head throb and rubbed his head, he could feel the sweat that was in his hair and on his forhead. The door, a brownish green color, opened up. A girl walked in, the same girl that he had seen....when? What was today? His mother would be freaked. "Hello, what's your name?" the girl asked sitting down on the bed. Jonathan looked at her, not only seeing her beauty, but also her sexy features.
    He gripped the edge of his bed. "I don't have to talk to you!" he felt like a kid for saying it. But it was true, he didn't know who these people were. The boy laughed and then he eyed Jonathan with questioning eyes. "Do you Know why your here?"
    "Isaid-"
    "I know what you said." the boy put his lips together and stood up. "Maybe Gabriel can reason with him. If he doesn't wanna talk, then Gabriel can help...him."
    The girl grabbed his hands. "But you know he's asleep." she said. "I know...but this Linch can see us. We haven't been seen in what....four-thousand years.."
    The girl let his hands go and looked at Jonathan, who was now staring after the boy. The door clicked behind him. "Don't worry, Gabriel is a nice guy. I'm Clair by the way. The one that saved you." she put her hand out.
    He hesistated for a moment, then he shook hers. It felt warm, and soft. He couldn't help but blush. "I'm....Jonathan." he said. For the first time in his life, he noticed that he lost his voice. He heard it loud and clear, but it felt so silent and hard.....
    The girl gave him a smile. The door opened up and a Tall man walked in. "Hello, I'am Gabriel."
    . . .




    The man was tall, with a sun tain and had golden brown eyes and had a honey smell to him. His Black hair, which seemed to glow in the light from the cold looking window, made it look like a brownish blue color. He had a long scar that ran from his eye to his chin. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't cute.
    He haeld out a hand to Jonathan, who took it. "Come on out that blanket and give a formal greeting." Gabriel said.
    Jonathan sighed a low one, and flipped the blankets off him and sat on the bed. Gabriel smiled. "Alec, get me some plate off eggs, bacon, and orange juice." he said. The boy, Alec, nodded and left the room.
    "So, Jonathan, right?" Gabriel asked. "How did you-"
    "i just know things." he answered. Jonathan felt a tug in his stomach. He had to leave this place. "Um....look, can I go home?" he asked jumping to his topic. Gabriel looked at Clair and they both stared at him. "Did you tell him?"
    "Tell me what?"
    "You can't go home...."
    Jonathan looked at them, fear in his eyes. He looked at the door, then them. He hopped down and took a step foreward. But Clair was faster. She was on top of him in a second. They lay on the bed, she held him firmly down. "Get the hell of me!" he said. He pushed her, but nothing happened. She just laughed.
    "You need to listen to Gabriel so he can tell why you can't leave." she said and got off him.
    "Fine, guy called Gabriel why can't I leave?" he asked witha hint of hate in it.
    "Because."
    "Because what!?"
    "Because your a werewolf."
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    TO BE CONTINUED....