Chapter 2
The Party
(Hayden)

I was excited. Parties...definitely my thing. Miki, however, didn't seem so fond of the idea, but I had a feeling that with the help of Laurel and some fashion therapy, she'd be just fine. Besides, how could I not have my best friend at the party with me? There was no way I could go without her...even though I felt awful that we would miss our fishing trip. After I dropped Laurel off at her house, I called Miki right back, only to find that she had gone out with her dad. "Oh, hello Hayden. Mikalina is out with her father right now, would you like her to give you a call when she gets in?" her mother, the kindest Russian soul on earth (also known as Aleera), had said with her flowing Russian accent. I smiled at the phone, although I knew she couldn't see it. "Sure, that'd be great." I said. As we hung up, I laid back in bed, knowing that there couldn't be much better than having my girlfriend and my best friend with me all in the same day.
The next day, Saturday, the day of the party, I went to the mall, fully intentional on meeting up with none other than the infamous McDonald's cheeseburger I had been craving since before soccer season. Instead, I bumped into Charlie Levenstein, Miki's crush. For some reason, I felt my heart start to pound as I looked at him, knowing that tomorrow could be a potentially thrilling day for him and Miki. He saw me and naturally, walked over to say hello. "How's it going Hayden?" he asked. I smiled. "Pretty good. Fired up about the big party?" I asked. He laughed. "Oh yeah. Thank god I don't have to go with Mikelina Larson though, I found a different date. That girl is wack." he said, his friends laughing along with him. I felt my pulse quicken as my temper flared, and I walked away, knocking into an older lady as I walked. I didn't notice, and smashed through the mall doors, feeling the fur start to spurt from my back in waves. Thick and shaggy, it pulsed under my baggy jeans and tshirt, turning my skin a deep black as the silky fur exploded through my skin, finally ripping through my shirt as I threw myself into the woods just outside the mall, running into the grove of pine trees like my life depended on it. I felt my bones re-arrange themselves and grow larger as I became a werewolf, my alter-ego and the nightmare of my life. I stood over 9 and a half feet tall, completely doused in jet black fur, my eyes a deep crimson. Large muscles and a set of large teeth adorned my wolven figure, and for a moment, I lowered my massive head to look at myself in a small puddle, letting a growling sigh escape my fangs. Anger had done this; normally, I could control the changing, but with Charlie picking on Miki, I couldn't help but flair. Ears pricked for a moment, I thought about Laurel, and how much Miki hated her, and I realized that he was right; Miki was weird. As long as I could remember, she had always been a loner, except for around me. Snorting through extra-large nostrils, I sighed. Who was I to talk? I was a freak, a living, breathing freak, of nature. Miki was a normal teenage girl. Looking down at my freakishly large hands, I sighed, my breath creating a cold spot in the humid air around me. Hearing a crackle in the woods next to me, I started, baring my abnormally large teeth. I was well hidden inside a small grove of bushes, but for how long? Lifting my head over the top just enough for my nose, eyes, and ears, I lost my breath.
There, standing just ten feet away, was another werewolf. This one was smaller, only about 8 feet tall, and looked more agile. A female, I thought quietly. I watched as it sniffed the air and stared at the spot that I was hiding. Holding my breath for as long as I could, I watched as she suddenly exploded into a run, leaving me behind, very much confused and feeling a little overwhelmed. Hearing more crashing in the woods, I decided to let my curiosity stew, and bolted for the nearest safe haven, knowing I was no longer alone.
Party time came a little faster than I would've liked. As I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, attempting to get my unruly hair in order, I sighed. Should I just call Miki and tell her not to come? I entertained the thought for a moment before shaking my head. No. She needs to get out and do something different. But what am I going to do with myself if somebody makes fun of her? I jumped as I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Hayden, honey, you're going to be late if you don't leave soon." My mother said, peeking her head in. She smiled. "Excited about the party?" she asked. I shook my head. "Honestly, no, Mom. I wish this night was over, because I have a feeling that it's going to end very badly." I threw my hair gel back into the cabinet and walked past her, grabbing my car keys off of the table. "I thought you were looking forward to tonight, Hayden...what changed?" she asked, leaning against the counter. I looked at her, straight in her brown eyes, and I wished that I could tell her. But she had long ago taken the lycanthropy cure, and since my father had died, I was suppose to be the man of the house; which was most of the reason why I hadn't gotten cured. Being a werewolf did come in pretty handy when people had tried to steal my truck, or break into my home when my mother was by herself. I wasn't about to cure myself just to let her become a victim like my father had been. Never. I didn't realize I was staring until my mother waved her hand in front of my face. "Hello, Earth to Hayden...you in there?" she asked, her slender hands wrapped around a warm mug of tea. I snapped out of it, smiling at her reassuringly. "Just don't worry about me. I'm off to Laurel's, I'll be home late." this said, I walked out, slamming the door behind me.
I arrived at Laurel's around 8:00, almost a half hour early, but already there were kids from our school swarming over the lawn. I parked my truck at the end of the street, saving the close parking spots for the others, and locked the door as I got out, smiling as Laurel walked towards me...at least until I realized that she was about to scream. "I asked you to be here at 7, and it's 8. You and I were going to have a little...fun...remember?" she nudged me, and I rolled my eyes. One thing about Laurel that I would never understand (among many), was that she was compelled to sleep with every single guy she dated. It had been happening this way for years, and I shook my head. "I'm not sleeping with you, Laurel. We've only been seeing each other for a few days." I said, waving at a few of the guys from the football team. She smiled seductively and pressed up against me, her body letting off a faint smell of flowers. I found myself intoxicated, although I shook my head to try to get rid of the feeling. "I think you'll find me quite convincing." I began to speak, but before I could, my eyes met the sparkling yellow car that was driving down the street; a brand new Dodge Viper. The engine purred as the driver put it into neutral, then shut the engine off across the street, and my jaw dropped as none other than Miki stepped out of the driver's side. She was gorgeous.
Her normally wavy, messy hair was pin straight, just masses of long, blond and red hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore little make-up, but with the way her green eyes popped, she really didn't need any. She wore a simple white sun dress with little blue flowers, and a pair of sandals. Locking the car, her eyes met mine and I couldn't help but stare at her. Miki had a figure. Miki had a lot of things I had no idea she had. I could feel Laurel's eyes burning into my face and I knew right then that there was one thing for certain.

I was in trouble.

Chapter 1
Normalcy
(Miki)

"English class...probably the biggest waste of time...well, in regards to school anyway." I grumbled to my best friend (and crush), Hayden Morgan. He laughed and pointed to the small, magnetic digital clock stuck to the inside of my drearily decorated death hole...also known as, my locker. "Only one more hour until freedom, Miki...at least for the weekend." he pointed out, attempting to cheer me up. It would've worked too, except at that moment, the most popular, overly friendly cheerleader/self-appointed prep-queen decided to make my locker and best friend her top priority. Yes, Laurel Richards was rich, beautiful, and above all, the devil. She had had her eyes on Hayden since the first grade, when him and I became the best of friends. Since that time, she had made it her duty to flirt with him as much as humanly possible...no matter the time, or place. She smiled at him in a coy manner as she approached him. "Hayden...ready for the Calc exam today?" she asked in her syrupy-sticky grossly attractive voice. Hayden laughed, a sound that always sent mini-chinchillas racing up and down my spine. "I'm always ready. Calc is my best subject." he countered. I shifted my weight semi-uncomfortably, the overwhelming smell of hairspray and disgusting cuteness giving me an acute headache. She looked me over in mock pity. "How's your little vacation from soccer going?" she asked, smirking. I had injured my knee prior to the soccer season's first game, and she had taken my coveted spot of center. My eyes burned and for a moment, I was afraid she would notice, but she was again pre-occupied with Hayden. "I'm having a party at my house this weekend, Hayden. You're welcome to make an appearance." she said quietly, laying a perfectly manicured hand on his arm. I looked up at him. "Don't forget, we're going fishing this weekend." I stated. He seemed to think for a moment, then turned back to Laurel. "I'll be there." he said, then smiled. She nodded in approval. "Good...I'll see you then!" This said, she turned and bounced away on her pink'ish sandal things, those shoes that popular girls who are too short to be runway models wear to make themselves feel more important. I looked up at Hayden angrily. "What about our fishing trip? That's from Saturday into Sunday, not just for a few hours." I said, trying to control my temper. Hayden winced, shoving his books into my locker, then closed the door. "I know, I know...but Laurel and I are sort of seeing each other now, so I can't really say no..." his voice dropped off as he apparently noticed my gaping mouth. "You're...what?" I asked incredulously. Hayden shook his head. "I'm late for Calc...I'll call you later." he said quickly, then walked away, brushing me against the locker as he walked. I watched him walk away and I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, cold, and black. I shut my eyes temporarily as they burned fiercely, afraid that everyone would see what I truly was. In a decisive move, I fled from the building, pushing past talking freshman and fighting seniors. I began to run faster, fleeing from the thought of my best friend being in love with the president of the Brad Pitt fan club, and all of the times that I had wished I could tell him how I felt. I finally touched fresh air and ran until I reached my house, only next door, which was empty, save for the cat, who gave me an odd look as I rushed through the door. My eyes were still on fire and I could feel my body start to expand as I continued to run through the house unti I was through the back door, and into the woods behind my house. I growled deep in my throat as I stopped, letting out a short grunt as my body grew quickly into that of a large, silver werewolf. Fur sprouted from every direction as it covered my body like protective armor, my onyx claws sprouting from beaten fingernails. I howled once, a short, low sound, as my body finished transforming, my now yellow eyes replacing once blue ones. I dropped to all fours, pounding the ground with one clenched, wolven fist as tears began to sprout from my eyes. "Hayden..." I said quietly, crying large, salty tears as my lycan form huddled to the ground. Head in my hands, I rocked quietly back and forth, the creature that I had become deeply disturbed and furious at the thought of Laurel. In my cold, calculating predator brain, she was my prey, and Hayden, my goal. My mind began to form ideas on how to rid the world of her, and my human half began to attempt to stop it. "This isn't right...I'm human..." I growled. A sound in the woods behind me startled me and I flared, bringing silt and dried leaves to the air as I jumped to my feet, teeth and claws bared, ready to kill. My cat, Jorgan, glared at me angrily, then proceeded to take a dump directly infront of my left hind foot as it did so, just to let me know that I was disturbing it's private time. I sighed and lowered my snowy white and silver flecked fur, my claws going back to their semi-sheathed position. Jorgan arched his back angrily, still growling in frustration that I was in his territory. Changing swiftly back to my human form, I sank to the ground, my clothes tattered but still wearable. Jorgan's ears perked as he recognized my form, and he began to purr softly, rubbing in a typical cat-like way against my knees. I pet him quietly, tears still falling from my eyes. "Jorgan...you're the only man that loves me..." I said, realizing that I was being pathetic. Hearing a car door shut in my driveway, I got up, attempting to look decent as I walked to the driveway. Standing next to a brand-new truck was Hayden, a huge smile on his face. Looking over my clothes, he shook his head, a grin still spread across his handsome features. "I'll get to the way you're dressed in a minute...I'm sure there's a good explanation. But, I wanted to show you my new truck!" He said excitedly. I looked at the heavy blob of sculpted metal infront of me and tried to smile, though if I had, I think I would have cried instead. "It's...nice." I said, clearing the nervousness from my throat. His countenance fell as he sighed, his eyes saddened. "Nice? I was hoping for a 'Great truck!' or even a ' Wow that's a nice color' would've been fine." He said, looking like a wounded puppy. I rolled my eyes. "Wow. Great truck. Nice color. Happy?" I said sarcastically. He looked concerned, his hazel eyes kind. "Miki...what's wrong?" he asked softly. I shook my head, attempting a laugh. "Nothing, I'm just not so interested in vehicles...and I'm tired, I have a big fishing trip to prepare for by myself tomorrow." I said, blatantly mentioning the trip in the hopes that it would make him feel like poo. He smiled at the comment, which left me just a twinge bewildered, until he spoke, making my heart sink to my feet. "Well...prepare no more, you're going to the party with me." he said, his smile wide. I shook my head immediately, my blue eyes enormous. "No...no. Parties...no." I said, stuttering a bit. He grabbed my shoulders as he looked down at me, his smile still enormous and startlingly white. "C'mon Mik, it's the perfect oppurtunity to meet new people, have fun, dance a little...maybe you can even dance with Charlie!" he exclaimed, his idea obviously thrilling him. Charlie Lowenstein was my second crush, right next to Hayden, and a very nice candidate, save that he would never, ever date me. I shook my head once more. "Fat chance of Charlie every dancing with me. And furthermore, I have nothing to wear and I bought nightcrawlers! Unless I can take them with me, I just wasted money on worms." I said, trying to find a suitable excuse. Considering the fact that nothing from Hayden usually surprises me, I should not have been shocked when the passenger's side door of his truck opened, revealing the perfectly groomed, disgustingly popular Laurel. "I can help you find something to wear." She said in a voice that could be equalized to a woman drawing her fingernails down a blackboard. I smiled sweetly, innocently almost. "No thank you. I'm not interested in making an appearance as a pink flamingo." I commented slyly, hinting towards the outfit she was wearing. It consisted of three visible articles of clothing; a shirt, light pink in hue, which I would later learn was called "blush"; a skirt, which was a completely non-kosher shade of bright neon pink; and shoes, high platform sandals preserved with what could have been passed off as rose flavored nail polish. She looked at her outfit, then snorted, a very un-Laurel-like sound. "I have fashion sense. There is nothing wrong with that." She said in a snotty way. I laughed. "Fashion sense according to whom?" I asked simply. Hayden sighed and waved a hand in my face. "Mik? She's trying to help you, not harm you here. Besides...I was the one that asked her to aid in your party clothes-finding expedition." He said, a smile drawn across his sun-tanned features. I looked at Laurel for a moment, then sighed. "When would be good for you?" I asked. She thought for a moment. "Normally I would just call you five minutes before I wanted to go and expect you to have money and a suitable shopping outfit prepared...but because Hayden told me to be pleasant with you, I guess that tomorrow will do." she said in her high-pitched voice. Hayden smiled and clapped his hands. "Alright, that's settled. Do you need a ride, Mik?" he asked. I shook my head, almost smacking myself for forgetting that tonight was the night I was picking up my new car. "No, I'll have my car on the road by tomorrow. I should be fine." I answered. Laurel nodded. "Good idea, wouldn't want to impose on our personal time." she said sweetly. Hayden rolled his eyes and opened the door for her, motioning for her to enter the truck quickly before I attacked her. "Alright Mik, we'll see you tomorrow." He said, half-hugging me. I put on a fake smile and waved as they left the driveway, then watched them pull away, my shoulders sagging droopily. "I give up. I just give up." This said, I walked back into the house to change my werewolf-tattered clothes before my father pulled in to take me to car-land.

This love is killing me.

I thought that this kind of death would be less painless
Less torturous
Less murderous
Honestly, I've found it to be more painful
A trial that I cannot possibly overcome
A test I cannot pass
This love is killing me.

I sit here alone, thinking of the last words you said to me
"I love you" seems so untrue
when I know what you're doing
what you're thinking
who you want

Don't try to lie
it's written on your face

I'm glad I was a good cover

The truth is always less painful when it doesn't need to be told
when it can be hidden by a veil
I'm that veil
I hate this love

A heart is a funny creature
Yes, the heart is definitely a creature, with a mind of it's own, an agenda all it's own.

It beats for the one you love
Stops when you lose the love
And never, ever starts again.

The heart is a terrible thing
Something to be feared, perhaps respected, if you've got time to waste on such things
Such as love and devotion
Trust and honesty
However, in our world, these are words of the past
Thrown out by the dictionary to make room for words such as dishonesty and untruth
Hate and cheating
These are the words you have taught me
Why are you surprised that I live by them?
Do you not understand that the very heart you gave me has been torn to shreds infront of you?
When will you learn that the anger I feel is mine alone?
You cannot ask to take this away
You cannot help with what I am dealing with

Stop trying to give me a heart
And help me find a mind to replace it.

Falling like a drop in a summer storm
Wishing everything was back to normal
When I wake and find that I am fallen
Will you help me to my feet?

If I was to skid into a lifeless world
Of my own despair and dark reflection
Could you save my helpless form
With a breath of your own life?

It seems like just a touch could break this bond we have
Though we've been through fire and ice
I can't help but think what would happen
If the day comes when I must be saved.

When you saw I was suffering, you looked away
When you saw I was crying, you pretended not to know
But I saw it in your eyes
In the reflection, in the lights
That you knew and cared not for what I felt.

When will this break?
When hell freezes over?
When life ceases to exist?
Or when the sun rises next
Will you still love me?

Your heart screamed
Along with mine
The lightning ripped
We were alone
But not alone

I knew what you were trying to say
When you attempted to speak
The pitiful look on your face
The way you asked for my forgiveness
I must've been blind to trust you.

Trust
Such an over rated emotion.
Such a misplaced toy.
No one ever deserves it, too many give it
Hearts are broke, people are blamed
in the end it's everyone's fault.

Love
What a word.
The only word which can truly break a person into pieces.
"I love you" means I hate you but in a nicer way
The one you think you love is out right now
cheating
what do you say to them when they come home?
"Love conquers all"

Give me a break.

Love conquers trust
When you love, you should trust.
And when you love, your trust becomes broken.

If love is the light, give me the dark.

If you only knew my secrets.

My secret life, so dark, so inhuman
what would you say

Would you run like a child from the monster you don't understand
My anger chasing you with bright red eyes
Things you don't understand
Have always frightened you, haven't they?

Why can't you stop yelling
Just let me explain
This life that I'm living, it's my story
My game

I'm playing it well for a scared little girl
I'm playing it for all it's worth
My blood red tears mixed with your white hot anger
When you realize that you're not the only one in my life.

Things add up don't they?
We all have our secrets, our pain is our secret
Our hate is our secret
My hate is my secret
My anger is my secret
You never understood that my secrets were mine alone
You weren't entitled
Now you dig deeper and you find what you hate
you find that you hate me
My secrets
My life

My game.

I died tonight
You didn't even notice
Your uncaring looks and feigned love make me want to die
And I did
Right here and now I just melted into an oblivios state of sorrow
You were my last
That's what it's come to
My last
Never thought I'd use that term so early
Today when you looked into my eyes I saw pain
Not love
Not love.
Hate, that irreversible emotion reserved for your enemies
You used it on me
Like a two edged sword you lanced it through my heart and I fell
Dead
Unmoving
Unfeeling
Lifeless
To the floor and you still kept striking
Here I lie,
Bleeding like an artery gone wrong
And all you can say is
"It's okay."

I died tonight.

I hate this seat
It's always cold
You use to sit here next to me but now you've moved on
You said you loved me
But then you abandon me.
I use to tell you that your presence makes my heart, my very soul smile.

This is my unsmiling heart.

This is my hate, my anger, my distrust of your pathetic pleas for a life you cannot have,
This is me telling you that it's done
This is my unsmiling, non-loving heart telling you that it has been broken for the last time.

This is me.
And this? This is my unsmiling heart.

I've decided to post some of my poems from DeviantArt on this page so other people can read them. Sorry if they're kind of dark or not like me...I just don't care, honestly.

Part IV: The End.

There really isn't an end to this story. Isaac and I will probably continue to be best friends, no matter if we are dating or not. Time can't change that, and this has been proven over the past nine years. Someday I hope that I'll be able to give him what he's given me; a perfect friendship and everything that goes along with it.

Part III: The Middle

Ninth grade brought alot of new changes; alot of new beginnings and alot of ends. I learned a secret about Isaac that I had never known, and it broke me for a very long time. I couldn't understand why he had told me, or even why this "secret" had come about...but it hurt me so badly that I started to dislike him. I began looking for other people, even people who were abusive or degrading. I tried to take out the fact that my heart had been broken on others, but it never worked out. In tenth grade, I began to date a guy named Dwayne, and from then until about the first quarter of my senior year, Isaac and I were seperated. I missed him so much that many nights I would lay awake and cry, wishing more than anything that I could be with him. I wanted to call him, to have any kind of contact with him, but Dwayne wouldn't allow it. So there I sat, in the middle of my bed, hating the place in my life that I was at, because Isaac wasn't in it.

Finally, it happened.

Dwayne and I broke up after about a year and a half. The next day, Isaac asked me on a date...and I accepted. It wasn't suppose to be anything special, just dinner and then we would go back to his house to watch a movie. That night he took me home and we really didn't say anything except "see you later". That was about it, until the next time I went over to his house, and then he actually asked me out. It was stupid...I refused. Then the next day I had to practically beg him to go out with me, but finally, it happened. So many things have happened since then...he's changed alot. Sometimes I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing; I mean, I loved my best friend so much, but now he's my boyfriend AND my best friend. Should there be a difference? I guess that neither of us has really figured that part out yet.

Part II: The Beginning

Our friendship started as most long friendships start; the bus. I spent from first grade to my tenth grade year on the bus to school, and let me tell you; it was hell. The only thing that came from my continuous bus rides was an incredible friendship with this boy from school, named Isaac. At first we just played around, from third grade on until about the end of the fourth grade year. Our friendship was already pretty strong by then...for some reason, we clicked immediately. It's not because we have alot in common, because the opposite is true. Isaac is shy around new people, hates to be the center of attention, isn't loud...in other words, he's a little bit withdrawn. He is also the nicest, most polite guy that alot of people know. On the other hand, there's me...I love being the center of attention, new people/experiences excite me...and I'm loud. I'm also sarcastic, and even though I mean well, alot of the time the things that I mean to say come out very, very wrong. However, it seems to be a strange law of nature or just bad luck for Isaac that opposites attract, and for whatever un-godly reason, we became best friends. In fifth grade, we dated for awhile, but just little kid dating; we were called boyfriend and girlfriend, but when the time came to get married on the football field along with all the other little fifth grade couples, he went for the old third grade girlfriend.
Go figure.
Well, that lasted all of five minutes and Isaac and I continued dating through the fifth grade year. Sixth grade brought bad memories; I was having problems at home and Isaac was in a stage where he really didn't want to be around girls. So we left each alone; yet another one of those years where we were seperated. Seventh grade brought an entire year of dating once again, with both of us kidding around about getting married and just having fun together in general. However, by the start of eigth grade, we were broken up again and all ties to each other during the eigth grade year were severed, because we never had any classes together and for whatever reason, we decided to hate each other for the entire year. Then high school came, and my view of Isaac began to change drastically.

*This story is in no way associated/affiliated with the Biographies or any other story contained in this blog. All information, however, is true.*

Part I: Introduction.

I met him a long, long time ago, in a little place commonly referred to as the third grade. He was cute for a third grader; blonde hair, blue eyes, just a little bit taller than me, but most people were. Third grade and this boy already had a girlfriend; but that would change. In fact, a lot would change in the course of the almost 10 years of our friendship. Things would become more serious at times, then occasionally they would revert back to fun. We would fight miserably and we would laugh at each other's idiotic behavior. We would seperate for awhile, but eventually, like most best friends, we would find our way back again. All of this happens regularly, and with normal people, I clearly understand this; the difference, is the boy. He was...IS...different. Maybe you know him, most of you probably don't. By the end of this story, however, you'll wish you had the chance.

*Update*: I will be starting a new story, one that is a little closer to me. It's about someone that you guys know, and if you don't, you're going to wish that you did.

I'm going to start a new post for it though. This is not going to be exciting or action packed, but it's sort of something that I've been meaning to write for awhile. I hope he appreciates it. "He" knows who he is...

Decided not to do Tank's biography. Blah.