Chapter 1:
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"So how much of this are you hiding from me?"
"If you're asking that question, not nearly enough." I can't even piece the words together properly. I'm suddering, trembling with my back against the door, using my sheer mass to barricade it. That's not hard, at least.
I can't face her like this. Not now, not...this wasn't supposed to happen! I was supposed to stay in my house like every other night, away from all human contact! No one would get hurt, no one would find out, just like usual. She...she wasn't suppoed to just randomly drop in like this, unannounced and with the key we hid under the welcome mat. Why did we even still keep that there anyway?! Something like this was bound to happen, someone was going to look eventually, and now it's happened! Except instead of stealing all our stuff, they're going to see something they really don't want to see.
She starts talking again before my mental train can derail any further. "You know, your big mystery is already...well...out of the bag. Might as well let me get a clear look at you," she calls from behind the door. A pause. "...I'm starting to get really worried."
I wish I could cry. I really did. "Just...just go...just leave me alone. I...really...just leave, Cassie. Just forget you ever came over," I respond.
"You know that's never happening, Spencer. I'd never leave you alone, especially not now."
To be honest, I'm a little astounded. She was always the joking type, so this was the most serious I had ever heard her. There wasn't a lick of fear, or hesitance, or any other emotion I was expecting. It's Cassie being dead serious, with a happy tinge to her voice that makes me stutter a bit. How was she not afraid after seeing what I did in my panic to get upstairs? It's absurd, and illogical, but then again both of those were always words I used to describe her.
That thought makes me laugh, though that laugh is choked with the occasional sob. "Alright, alright," I say. "Just...just don't make any stupid comments, alright?" I manage.
"I'll try," she responds quietly, making me laugh a bit more, and somehow I manage to move myself away from the door.
She swings it open and gives me a good, long look. I was curious how she felt, worried, and I wondered what it was like for her to see her best friend turn from an skinny, awkwardly tall human into...whatever I counted as now.
"...Huh," she started, finally speaking up. "You're not as ugly as I thought you looked like," comes the zinger, complete with the straightest face I've ever seen on her.
"Wait, that's all you have to-" I start to retort, but she somehow closes the distance between us, grabs my head, and tilts it up before I can finish. I'm looking into her eyes now. Even with me sitting, she's barely any taller than me. An inch, maybe two.
Cassie finds it somewhere in herself to smile. "This explains everything, you know? You'd always disappear around the same times. You'd never eat dinner with us no matter who was at who's house, you'd lock yourself in a room...Spencer, you can only go on for so long like that before someone gets suspicious," she explains, her voice barely a whisper as her fingers dance over my altered face before clenching into a fist and halfheartedly punching my shoulder. "Asshole, why didn't you...I mean, I could have...," she sighs, looking for the right quesiton. "...How long ago did this happen?" she settles on that one.
"...three years," I say finally.
"Before school started?" she asks. I just nod, and feel ashamed when I see her eyes begin to water. "Oh Spence...how? Where?"
I try to smile, but it's a little difficult. "Would you laugh if I said I didn't listen to all the advice involving strangers and vans?"
We both crack up at that. She somehow manages to hit me again; no mean feat considering she's holding her sides from how hard she's laughing.
"That's the Spence I know. Cheer up!" Her smile is as glowing as always. "You actually look pretty cool."
"Really?" I ask skeptically. I'd raise an eyebrow, but again, difficult.
"Well," she starts. "If by cool, you mean a cross between a Lovecraft reject and a leprous werewolf, then sure." Again with the straight face, throwing me into another fit of laughter that drags her down right with me in seconds.
It's a few minutes before we gather our wits about us. Too many emotions bottled up on my part, too much relief on her's, I guess. She takes a seat beside me and continues examining my body, nothing more. I fidget a little, wanting to say something, still uncomfortable with having someone so close, so still.
More silence. More inaction. But it's not...bad, per say. It's...sorta normal, actually. She'd come over, I'd still be doing my thing, and she'd just hang around. Like old times, before I changed, before I...distanced myself.
"Is this why?" she asks, thoughts apparently synchornizing with mine. I just not again. "You could've told me," she mutters, but her heart really isn't in it. She understands just as well as I do that, really, that wasn't something I was going to do. Secret keeping is one of my fortes, after all.
Without any signal, she just gets up. She moves to the door, opens it, and lingers there for a moment. "I'll head home then. But we have a lot more to talk about, okay?" she says gently, smiling, small tears in her eyes. I just...nod dumbly, like the idiot I am. Her smile widens, and she leaves.
I can hear every step she takes down the stairs, every tremor through the house. She's really leaving, but she's not running. Not from me. She's not...she's not afraid, like I was so sure she would be.
I lean back and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in, the suspense dying with it. All my fears, or at least the most prominent up until that point, were gone. Cassie wasn't afraid of me. The one person I cared about more than anything else didn't shun me like I thought she would. I bark out a laugh and close my eyes. What a night.
Maybe things would work out after all.
And then I hear a scream and the sounds of violence. In my shock, another few seconds pass and the stench of fear seeps in through the walls. Her fear, like knives through my senses. My eyes shoot open and I stumble out of my room, unbelieving, scared out of my mind. I nearly fall down the stairs, and I barely open the door.
Just in time to see a monster, just like me, sneer at me. There are others too, also like me. They have her. They sneer at me too, claws flashing and fangs white in the moonlight.
I want to run. I want to just escape, like the last time, and forget they existed...
But then I saw blood. On the floor. Her blood. Her body, unconscious and wounded.
I see red. I roar, lunge forward, rage boiling into a violent twister. Maw open, claws flashing. I'm not thinking, not doing anything but acting.
'Give her back.' A voice echoes in my head while I tear into a throat, spraying warm blood across the porch and yard.
'Give her back,' it rattles again, consuming all other thoughts as my claws blur away, ripping flesh and bone and viscera and bone to nothing but tattered ribbons.
'Give her back,' Again, again, and again. Over and over, ringing endlessly in my mind. I don't see, I don't smell, I don't hear. Everything has been consumed by that voice, and all I can do is keep going until it stops, until it's sated, until I accomplish whatever it keeps telling me to do...
And then it's over. The voice is gone. It's quiet, and cold out, and yet warm in places.
I drag my eyes to the ground to find nothing but piles of torn flesh and scraps of bone. Not a single living being left. My throat would have been parched, but...well...the blood on my teeth and on my tongue is proof enough of what I've done, and how I've done it.
"Spencer...," I hear someone whisper behind me, almost a whisper. I was never so scared to turn my head before, to do anything before, but somehow I do.
She's shaking, wracked with emotion. Tears in her eyes, an ugly gash across her face that's sure to leave a scar. She must have woken up in the middle. She's afraid. Deathly afraid. Cassie, my neighbour and best friend since before I could even remember, the girl who always stood up for me and always stood up against bullies for me, the girl who was always by my side, the girl who had accepted what I was not even ten minutes ago, the girl I had fallen in love with god knows how long ago...
She was afraid of me.
So I ran.