"Let go of me!" she pulled against the grip of the large man. 

She was beginning to wonder when her 'werewolf powers' were going to kick in. All she was feeling since she had been bit, was dizzy and sick.

"You thought y'all could scurry under my house like some rats," the old woman chortled, "Pathetic!" 

"Y'all killed my granddaughter," the old man spoke up and loaded his gun, "That's unacceptable." 

The woman began pacing, "We've been trying to keep everyone safe this entire night!"

Click!

"We're done."

A man in a police uniform stepped up, "Hey, let's calm down everyone."

"I don't want to hear anything from you, boy!" The old woman screeched, "Couldn't even keep the family safe. I'm not gonna make the same mistake." 

"Ma!" the man holding her yelled before holding up her arm, "She's bit!" 

"Wait!" she yelled as she tried to yank her arm back, "I have time! I was just bitten." 

The old woman snatched the gun from the old man standing next to her, "I'm not taking the chance." 

"Hey, lady! Stop it!" Ryan tried to escape the strong grip of the man, "Don't shoot her!" 

"Ma, calm down," the officer reached for the gun, "Don't do anything rash." 

BANG!

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Right between the eyes. 

Ryan watched as the bullet pierced his girlfriend's head, "No!"

He shoved the tall guy aside and fell to his knees at Y/N's side.

The old woman scowled at the scene, "Bobby handle that!" 

"Yes, Ma!" 

A scorching hot pain stabbed his side and his vision flashed white. The young man let out a deep groan at the sensation.

The sound of footsteps echoed in his head followed by the sound of yells as the family left the room in search of Laura. 

"Y/N," he called as he lifted her body into his lap, avoiding the knife sticking out of his side. "I'm so sorry."

He wished that they were back at her apartment listening to one of her vinyl records. 

The music would flow throughout the house as they stood in the kitchen joking with each other as she cooked. He would insist on helping her and she would just chuckle before pointing him towards some vegetables to chop. 

They would always joke about him burning water. 

He sighed as his hand hovered over the bullet wound. She would heal right? 

He had seen what the bite had did to Laura so the same thing would happen to Y/N. 

squelch

The young man frown at the sound before staring down at the wound.

sssssqquelch

His expression morphed into one of revulsion when he realized what was happening. 

squelch

The bullet was being pushed out of her head slowly. He watched in a fascinated disgust as the bullet bulged around the entrance of the wound before falling out onto the ground with a clink. 

The slam of the door removed Ryan from his stupor. 

"You're still here, pig boy?" 

Ryan huffed, "Can't you just leave me alone?" 

"You have my knife!" 

The young man gave one last look to his girlfriend before getting up and stumbling out of the room. He grimaced as the knife moved with his every step but he needed to put some distance between himself and Bobby. 

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The young woman groaned as she sat up, she had the worst migraine. Memories of the night quickly floated to her mind. 

She was shot. 

Her finger rose to her forehead and she felt for a bullet wound but found none. 

How long had she been out?

She looked at her arm to see the bite mark completely gone. 

A sickly sweet scent permeated throughout the room.

Blood. Ryan's blood. 

He was hurt somewhere, the smell of blood was strong and felt like a tickle to her nose. The idea of Ryan being hurt and stumbling about made her blood boil.

She was getting tired of running around and scurrying away from people. She was a predator now. 

The writer hastily stood up, struggling with her dizziness as she attempted to follow the scent of the loner. The young woman quickly regained her balance and began to search for her boyfriend with a fierce fervor.

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Ryan grimaced as he limped through the vast corridors. His side had stopped hurting as badly and had simmered down to a dull throb. He didn't know if it was from adrenaline or blood loss. 

His heart pounded in his ears as he pushed himself to his limit. 

He had shoved a bookshelf against the door and moved as fast as he could before collasping onto a heap on the ground. He groaned as the knife shifted in his side. 

Despite his best efforts, Bobby still managed to track him down. 

The large man took slow steps to the fallen loner. 

"Hey man, you don't have to do this!" Ryan shouted as he tried his best to crawl away from the larger man.

"You still have my knife," Bobby strolled over and pulled the knife from the young man's side. Ryan yelled at the feeling before stuttering breaths left his lips. 

"I have to kill you, what Ma says goes."

A loud snarl caused the man to comically widen his eyes before turning around. 

"I suggest you get lost," the voice growled, "Your mommy isn't here to stop me from ripping your throat out." 

The man stumbled before running in the other direction, "Travis!" 

Now that the large man was out of the way Ryan could finally see who his savior was.

Y/N. 

She looked sickly with dark bags pulling at her eyes along with a glistening complexion. Her teeth were bared and eyes narrowed at the retreating figure of the large man. 

"Y/N?" he muttered as he leaned away from her, she looked feral. 

As if a flip had been switched her expression morphed into that of worry and she ran over to him, "Ryan!" 

She looked at the wound before looking into his eyes, "How are you feeling?" 

He groaned and leaned back against the ground, "Like, I've been stabbed."    

"Oh, Ryan," she pursed her lips as she looked at him. 

"I'm gonna die, aren't I?" he said after taking a glance at the wound. 

"You're not gonna die," she grabbed his hand, "I can make sure of it." 

He chuckled with a slow shake of his head, "You don't have to lie to me. You're a writer not a doctor." 

She gave him a small smile, "I'm a writer that has been turned into a werewolf." 

His eyes widened, "You can't bite me! Then, I'll be a wolf." 

"But your wound will heal," she rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, "You won't last too long like this." 

He blinked up at her. 

So he could die or live to kill Chris Hackett curing them both. 

"I'll do it." 

She gave him a small smile. 

"How do you want me?" he looked into her eyes that were beginning to shift in color. 

"Your neck," she said with her eyes zoned into that specific spot, she blinked her eyes before finding his concerned gaze, "If you want to." 

"Isn't that a vampire thing?" he tried to joke. 

"We don't have to do it there," she backpedaled, "It's just—"

"No, no, I don't mind," he assured before baring his neck towards her. 

With one more nod of assurance the young woman lent closer to him. He could feel her breath against the side of his neck, he was suddenly aware of the steady throbbing of his pulse. 

He shivered as the warm wetness of her tongue laved across the vein. The young man held back a scream at the feeling of her blunt teeth sinking into his skin, his arm reached up in instinct and grasped at the back of her shirt. 

A stuttered breath escaped his lips as his tried to calm his heart. 

She slowly pulled away and gave one last lick to his wound before sitting back on her hauches.

"That was," his pupils dilated at the sight of blood on her lips, his blood, "...intense." 

She nodded before helping him stand up, "It should start working soon. Let's go and find Laura." 

With that the couple left the room. 

It didn't take long for them to stumble across the blonde woman. 

"Laura," the writer greeted. 

"What did I miss?" Laura questioned as she looked between the bite on Ryan's neck and the blood dripping from Y/N's lips. 

"Nothing much," Ryan said, "Let's just find Chris and get out of here." 

Laura nodded as she adjusted her grip on the shotgun, "No arguments here." 

The now reunited trio made their way through the mansion before finally coming across the attic. Low growls alerted them that they weren't alone. 

They all slowly crept further into the room before they were met with the sight of what seemed to be Chris tied up in chains. 

"This is it," Y/N looked at Ryan, "Are you ready for this nightmare to be over?"

"I—"

Clank!

Chris pulled out of his chains and advanced towards the group, before he could get to the trio the floor collapsed under their combined weight. 

Ryan groaned as he hit the ground. 

"Stop it! Stop!" 

He looked up to see Laura standing near him and slapping the palms of her hands against her head. 

"I can feel it trying to claw its way out." 

He looked over to see Y/N passed on the ground with a small pool of blood around her head. 

Splat!

He grimaced as Laura's blood splashed onto him and she charged at the officer. 

Ryan hastily grabbed the shotgun that was barely in his reach and aimed it at the large monster before him. He placed his finger on the trigger, this would end things for good. Everything would go back to normal. 

He squeezed the trigger and Chris Hackett was no more. 

Blood splashed on him once more as Laura reverted back to her human form. 

Y/N groaned as she sat up. 

"It's finally over," Laura muttered. 

Ryan nodded with a smile before his eyes landed on his girlfriend who still looked sickly, "Are you okay?" 

She stood up and looked at him with a frown, "I can still hear your heart beat." 

"What?" Laura shook her head, "You should be cured. He was the first." 

"No, he wasn't."

Y/N and Ryan finally noticed the officer who was sitting up against the wall. 

The couple looked at each other, "What do you mean?" 

"Chris wasn't the first who was bitten. It was Caleb, Kaylee's brother," the cop explained.

"Caleb?" Ryan raised a brow, "How?"   

"It all started with Silas," the officer stood up, "He is the very first. If you two want to be cured than that's who we're gonna have to kill. It's been hard but he's finally back in the area. That gives us a fighting chance." 

"What are we waiting for then?" Y/N looked between everyone. 

"Can someone get me some fucking clothes?" 

"Uh, sure." 

Laura and the officer left the room, leaving the couple alone with Chris's dead body. 

The writer grabbed her boyfriend's hand, causing him to look at her, "If things get difficult, I want you to shoot me. I can feel it pulsing in my head." 

"Y/N! I can't do that," he grabbed her other hand, "You'll be fine. We'll get there in time." 

"I trust you to make the hard decisions, Ryan," she enveloped him in a hug, "I trust you." 

He returned her embrace with tears in his eyes. He was barely able to kill Chris, how was he going to kill Y/N if it had come to it?

Their moment was interrupted by the footsteps of Laura and the officer, "Let's head out." 

The couple separated and trailed after the two in front of them. 

A gloom hung over the young man as he walked with the group. 

Ryan couldn't wait for the night to be over.