To be human

She looked at her hands, unable to understand why her heart was beating so fast and when she couldn't seem to make it stop. Those hands, once as black as the darkest night were sprayed with millions of small stars, tearing apart the darkness and setting up light where once there was nothing. Feelings were overwhelming her and though she wasn't able to name all of them just yet, they were real.

« Is it how it feels to be human? » -She asked to herself-

What was being human? Was it being able to feel? Compassion, love, anger, hatred? Was it mating and procreating? Was it leaving something behind in order to become immortal? She couldn't say. To her it was a very alien notion since she spent most of her time trying to escape from the world she didn't understand. Its code was unreadable for such a strong individuality. Maybe being human was simply wanting to fit in? She never felt like it. She didn't need to find a pack and stick with it. But was it being honest?

Her hands were constantly reminding her of her vulnerability. Anyone could see her feelings, anyone could read her crystal clear. Wasn't it scary? To have someone able to strip you naked and see what you so easily concealed from them? Wasn't it a relief too? You wouldn't need to explain yourself for it would be written on you, easy to spot on and understand. Was it human to be so intimate with one's pain and fears? With one's love and hopes? Maybe.

« I kind of like it. It's warm. Sometimes it's painful but it only makes me appreciate the warmth even better. »

Maybe that was it. Those stars on her hands which sometimes made her feel good and others made her wince and weep, those stars were the silent messenger of life. They were telling her to live her life to the fullest, embrace the pain and seek for the warmth. Ultimately, she would find some balance between pain and joy, love and hatred, and all those emotions she still didn't know she could feel. It wasn't a curse. It was a blessing.

To be human... To feel alive.

Some werewolf story

Eugene Dubois was a man like no others. Strong, stubborn, rough on the edges he was what people commonly called a « mauvais garçon ». It was true that he was short-tempered, it was true that he wasn't a good lad. He shop-lifted food to feed himself, sometimes robbed people of their wallets and fought when he was insulted at a bar. He very often let anger drive his very actions and would have kept killing people around if it wasn't for his little sunny flower. He could have done anything for her, like killing anyone who would try to harm her or bring her back to her golden prison. He could even take the risk to transform into a Werewolf in front of her to protect her. He would go that far.

He met her a couple of months ago after the Royal Council appeared in town for a public event. It was the moment of the year they met the People and exposed the « 3^rd eye » as they called his beloved Victoria. She was a blind Nun who had the ability to foresee the future and reveal someone's true nature, she also was an accomplished « Bonne Soeur » who became helpful when it came to stitch him up and heal him from a variety of diseases. His delicate flower, his lovely Angel. Victoria was the best thing to ever happen to him.

Yet she was a nun. She had given herself to the Supreme Ruler of this world, an entity they celebrated and prayed to have mercy on them. As a nun, he couldn't touch her and desecrate her body unless she resigned from this life and embraced a new one with him. He had the choice, he could go on his old ways and take her by force but Eugene refused to do that to her, no matter how beautiful she was, how warm she felt against him and how soft her body felt against his when they slept against each other.

It became harder and harder for the poor Werewolf who was consumed with desire for his friend and newly found protégée but he decided to focus on something greater than he would ever be. A mission that imposed itself upon them. She had a vision, announcing the destruction of the whole city and he wanted to prevent it from happening. But that morning, he didn't know how to restrain himself from pouncing on her and have his ways with her. She was quietly combing her hair, taking her time to pet her pink mane. Since it was the morning, she was only wearing a knee-length thin-strapped white dress. He, on the other hand, had just flannel pants on and a white towel around his neck.

« Eugene ?... Why are you so nervous? » She asked, tilting her head to the side as she was trying to look towards him. He stopped moving and set his hazel eyes upon her.

« I just wonder if I'm enough....to protect you. » He said, scratching the tip of his nose.

« Eugene... You are more than enough. » -She started, still combing her hair. « We will do our best and save this country. It's more than enough to try. It's the most important. » She whispered while she started to braid her hair.

« Victoria, you don't seem to understand. Your life would be put in danger. I-I don't want to lose you. » He wasn't able to find the right words, he didn't know how to express love. He didn't know how to convey his emotions so she would understand everything. He grunted and finally walked over her. She felt his presence but didn't flinch when he came closer to her. His hot breath was brushing over the softness of her face and made her swallow hard but she didn't move.

« I understand perfectly. I know the risks... I am destined to do this, you can't go against your destiny. Let me do it Eugene. »

« But... I don't want you to be harmed. I don't want you to die! » He growled, both of his hands were on each of her sides and he bent forward, forcing her to push herself back until she hit the wall with the back of her head.

« Eugene... you're dangerously close to me. » She stated, forcing herself to ignore the fact he was putting her on alert mode. She felt her cheeks burn because of the blood that rushed through her veins. She could feel her breathing becoming labored, she could feel her heart beating against her ribcage and couldn't do anything about it. He was breathing in her scent, something that reminded him of nature and compelled him to embrace it, feel it, kiss Victoria and claim her. She almost fell off of the chair but his strong arm grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to his strong frame.

« Eugene... » She gasped as her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulder and her soft breasts pressed against his strong and muscular chest. A million thoughts crossed the tall brunet's mind and his teeth were turning into fangs as adrenaline and arousal rushed through his veins.

« Vicky.. ye almost fell. » He growled at her, keeping her close to his hard frame while he replaced her onto her chair. Before she almost fell, the nun had dropped her comb and her hair unbraided itself, cascading onto her shoulders and back. He brushed a lock off of her face and planted a kiss on her cheek before he pulled away from her.

« Do yer thing Vicky. I need to cut some wood and get ourselves something to eat. »

False ! He didn't need to look for supplies since they had everything they needed to eat but he couldn't stay there, in the same room of hers. That very room was filled with her scent and he couldn't stay around her.