A 50 year old werewolf named Damion falls head over heels in love with a 15 year old, very hot-tempered witch while enrolled in a group home. His vampire brother, Tommy, has always been pushing him to find another girl since he was cheated on. When a nurse goes crazy and chains them up in a basement, it's almost impossible to get out and survive. Do they pull it off? Or do they die?
There was a new girl at the group home. I didn’t know her name yet, but she was not human.
She was a witch. I only knew from her scent. It wasn’t normal. I mean, she smelled really good, but not what a regular human smelled like and she wasn’t wearing perfume and I knew a witch from a long time ago who smelled the same. The reason why I know her scent from a long distance is because I am a werewolf. My brother, Tommy, is a vampire and so is his girlfriend, Casey. We don’t age, so that’s why, fifty years later, I still look like I’m sixteen and he still looks like he’s eighteen.
Back to the new girl. Her black hair had auburn and golden blonde streaks in it and with my werewolf vision, I saw that it was from the sun, not chemicals. She was average weight and that was good. I hated seeing super skinny girls; they didn’t look right. She was actually very
beautiful and I found myself thinking that nobody could hurt her. Not as long as I was around.
I could tell that she didn’t think as much of herself as I did because of the way she held herself.
Shoulders slightly hunched, looking kind of pouty…she almost looked mad, but there was nobody to be mad at.
I only noticed her because she was sitting in the backyard on the swinging bench, all alone. The stray dog that always came around here jumped on her, licking her face. She looked like she needed some help, so I walked outside and pulled the dog off her by the collar Tommy and I gave him. I sat down next to her on the bench and asked, “You okay?” while petting the dog.
She wiped her face with the sleeve of her hoodie. “Yeah, thanks.” She held out a small hand to me. “Marissa DiCaprio.”
I smiled and shook her hand. “Damion Benz. So we’re being formal?”
She smiled a little, too. “My brother’s watchin’. He told me to be inviting to people.”
When Marissa spoke, I heard a slight southern accent. It was kind of cute. It was different. Her eyes were different, too…they were brown with gray around the irises.
Another sign of a witch.
“Is he older?”
“He wishes. I also have a younger sister. She’s four.”
“Then who says he can tell you what to do?”
“I don’t know. I figured he was kinda right. The reason I’m even here is ‘cause I haven’t been talkin’ to people much.”
“That’s really cool, the way you talk. Why didn’t you? I bet a lot of people loved your voice.”
She laughed and leaned back in the bench, swinging us a little with her feet. “Thanks, but I never really liked talking to people in Georgia.”
“That’s where you’re from,” I guessed.
“That’s really different. My brother and I have lived in New Jersey our whole lives. Mia and Lindsey are from New York.”
“Don’t they spit there?”
I raised one eyebrow. “Don’t they spit in Georgia?”