Wolf Hearts

Did I really see that? Did that really just happen? I kept pinching myself, I knew it wouldn't change a thing, everything I just heard, saw, or even thought of was real, not a single part of it was fake. I just saw Sally, my only friend, the girl I had a crush on, killed three men who looked stronger than her, who were older than her. Sally, the girl who hated blood and violence, the girl who was abused by her father, all of the signs of believable weakness, all of them hid her true form. My best friend is a werewolf, capable of murder in every degree, but I was still leading her to the basement of our complex, why? I don't know, she can make me do a lot of things that I don't know how to explain
"Where are we going?" She asks
I crane my head to look at her, I first meet with her, now hazel eyes, then I see the rest of her olive skinned face.
"The basement of our complex, no one knows about it except a friend of mine and me, now you'll know about it too" I whispered calmly
How was I calm? I looked back into her hazel orbs and I realized why I wasn't terrified anymore, she was my friend and she did warn me that she could hurt me, but I told her I didn't care and I didn't, I really wasn't scared of her, I was just shaky from the gore. Soon enough we were at the door of the basement, I opened it and walked in, when I turned around to look at her. She was still at the doorframe, staring at me with intent and worry, she was leaning against the frame, hugging herself.
"Frank, are you afraid of me?"
"No"
"Do you understand that everything I'm about to tell you is between you and me, you must never tell anyone, take it to your grave, understand?"
"I understand"
She nods, before walking into the basement, she sits down on one of the couches, patting the seat next to her. I sit down and lean against the back of the couch
"I don't know quite where to begin"
"Start with how old you actually are"
"Okay, well, I'm thirteen. But I've been thirteen for ninety years" she takes a breath as she scratches the back of her head "I'm a hundred and three years old, when I was thirteen, I got sick, gravely ill. My parents, in an attempt to save me, asked this doctor if there was a way to save me. He said that in order to save my life, I would have to go through a very painful procedure. My parents agreed, not knowing that this procedure almost killed me."
"How? Did he mean to almost kill you?"
"No, he was actually trying to help me, but the procedure itself involved opening my chest, he dug a little too deep, cutting my lung in the process. Well this doctor, he didn't want a dead patient on his record, so, in mere convenience, he made me into, well, you might be familiar with werewolf, so I'll use that"
"Wait, you're doctor was a werewolf?"
"Yeah, he was actually a very nice guy, he didn't want me to die, but he didn't entirely realize that I would be forced to live forever"
"How'd he not realize that?"
"He had only been a werewolf for a little while, so he thought that we eventually died, just from old age or something like that" she picked up a piece of lint off the couch and flicked it away "Anyway, that's all there is to my backstory, but to explain why my eyes are now hazel. When you're transformed into a werewolf, your features change due to two things. Capability of murder and ability to control animalistic instincts, your hair is capability and your eyes are control. There's three things it can change to for each feature. For capability, blonde means completely incapable, brown means sorta capable, and black means completely capable. For control, gray means no control, blue/green means sorta of in control, and hazel means complete control. I know that's a lot to swallow, but did you get all of that"
"So you used to have no control, but now you have complete control?"
"Yeah, it's a little strange how I got complete control after having no control"
I nodded, I didn't really understand her problem, so I didn't voice anything, then a thought came to mind about her "dad"
"Is that old dude you're with, your doctor?"
"No, Oliver's just my caretaker, I met him fifty-seven years ago, he fell in love with me and ran away to be with me"
"So you let him stay with you?"
"I only needed him to get me sedatives and stop me from killing kids and innocent people"
"Now you don't need him, you've got control, so you can sleep without your inner wolf coming out and not eat innocent people"
She nods and looks at me, she had a tired smile hanging on her face, I couldn't explain my next actions, they were strange and very sudden. I kissed her, not on the cheek or anything small like that, my lips were on her's and I slammed my eyelids shut. I felt her hand grab mine and hold onto it, I had a gut feeling that even though she was over a hundred years old, this was her first kiss as well as it was mine. We were there for about five minutes before I moved back and opened my eyes, her face was bright red and Sally's entire face was pulled up in shock.
"Why'd you do that?"
"I don't know"
"Okay"
I scooted towards her and leaned slightly against her arm, she lay her head on my shoulder, I held her hand and we just sat there, staring at the ashtray on the glass coffee table. Why wasn't I running from her? Why wasn't I scared of her? I think it was because this crush I have on her is a lot bigger than a crush.
"Yeah" I thought to myself before falling asleep

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