Not So Happily Ever After

The world seems completely normal to these mortals. Little do they know that there are things they don't know about that inhabit it.
Creatures and beasts live among this world, Earth. Fairies, Wizards and Griffins are some of the pleasant creatures, but there are also not so pleasant ones. Witches, Vampires and Cyclopes. Apparently I'm considered a bad being just for what I was born as. I am a Werewolf. And my name is Frank.
I sit in the shady little pub widely known by darker and unsociable creatures in this part of town. I sit on a rickety stool at the dust covered bar. Several old fans slowly rotate on the ceiling. Gas lamps lit around the pub give a off a soft, eerie, yellow glow. There are not many people in here today; not odd. There are two trolls with crazy hair that I reconized as Ray and Joe and what looks like a cat-humanoid hybrid in a black cloak drinking a whiskey.
"Can I get you anything?', the young Cyclops asks from behind the counter.
"Hmm. Maybe just a beer. You pick.' I reply.
I hand him over a few coins and we walks to away to get my drink. He comes back a minute later and gives me the mug. Just then, I hear the door creak and whip my head around. A dark figure walks in wearing a high collared leather jacket and black jeans. I reconize the scent already. Vampire.
He slowly walks over to the bar counter as the other two customers stare, but I can't make out their expressions. 'Fucking great', I think to myself, 'I'm going to be right next to my species' enemy.' He sits down one stool away from me. My eyes drift toward him and narrow had he runs one of his hands through his greasy black hair. The bartender walks over to him and I quickly look away.
"So, uh, what can I get you, mister?', He says
"Some red wine if you have any.', He says back.
As he waits for his drink to be poured I find myself staring at him again. 'Come on Frank, don't fall for the damned 'vampire beauty' crap' I tell myself. But then again...No. I take a swig of my drink as he gets his.
"So", He starts, "you're a, ah, werewolf I see", He comments.
Thanks, I didn't notice.
"Yeah, what does it matter...?", I say in hopes of getting a name out of this guy.
"Name's Gerard", He replies, " And you?"
"Frank" I answer.
"Well, you seem to be very, well, tame, for a dog.", He says with a smirk and sips his wine.
My eye twitches. I could feel myself getting angry at this douchebag but...for some reason I couldn't. Oh no no no Frank. You better not be atracted to...to this.
I stand up quickly and point my finger at him and everyone else is the bar looks, eager to see what would happen. There's not much action that happens around here these days.
"You better watch yourself. I can and will hurt you." I say, trying to be intimidating.
He raises his eyebrows, shrugs and walks out, leaving behind an empty wine glass. I look around to the door and a few seconds after he leaves, I slip out quietly. I quickly morph into a wolf. It's very chilly this time of year and there are already specks of snow on my light gray fur. I soon spot Gerard and a slowly follow him to where he goes.
After a while we reach this old, dingy house. He has a key and unlocks the door and walks in. I swiftly run in before it closes and I jump on him. He yells as we crash down to the dusty hardwood floor and I morph back into a human.
"What the hell, Frank?!", He yells and pushes me off him, "Why did you follow me?"
I kind of sit there on the floor in silence. Why did I come here? Why did I follow him? But as I'm thinking I slow look up at his face. He's...He's beautiful...God no. This can't be me. But...
"Well?" He asks, obviously annoyed.
But then, I see him studing my face and his expression softens.
"Well...Nevermind it's fine...", He sighs tiredly.
He looks outside and there seems to be a a snow storm starting. I really hope I don't have to walk home in that.
"So, uh, that storm looks, pretty bad", He starts slowly, "it'd be a shame if you had to walk home in it..."
I nod slowly, and wondering what he's suggesting as the storm gets wrose by the second. What if he let's me stay? Is that against my pack code? Staying the night with a Vampire? Or more importantly, falling in love with a Vampire?
"So, um... Do you want to stay until the storm's over?" He asks nervously.
I tell myself no. I can't. I want to, but I can't. If The Alpha finds out if I did...I'd be killed instantly. Gerard would be hunted down and killed also. I can't let it happen to him. I can feel my facial expression softening.
"No", I say, trying to sound forceful, "I can't stay with a Vampire."
His face goes from hopeful to dissapointed to stern in a few seconds.
"Fine.", He hisses, "Leave my house you...you dog."
I narrow my eyes at him for a second, then turn and walk out the door.

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