Once Bitten Twice Shy Novels & Stories

I whispered. I watched in horror blinking back tears. Then one of them bit him, and blood began to run out of him; well, I’m assuming it was blood since it was blue. I began to feel my body get hot. Once again, my body was on fire. I felt as if I was suffocating, and my chest started to constrict. My hands were on fire. “Oh no, not again,” I whispered.

When I got to my office, I panicked. I sat down on my office chair and saw a spider walked towards a notebook on my table. I grabbed the notebook quickly and bravely slammed the notebook over the spider. The spider decimated which created a gross goggly look on my table. I grabbed a tissue and wiped the spider with it and dismissed it into a garbage can. By the time I was done, I sat back down and contemplated how Alpha Nate's wound seemed to have healed overnight. It was crazy. Alpha Nate's POV

It was getting faint and one would have to be this close to see it. I should bite another spot. I thought. "Sorry," she said in a low voice. "I just can't help but be nervous. It feels like déjà vu,' she gulped. "I think the memory of the pain from when it happened the first time is still imprinted in my memory somewhere." "Like a trauma?" she nodded. "That bad, huh? I'll just be making a small bite. It'll hurt but it'll be more like a sharp needle pain and the only time you'll feel it is when I pierce your skin."

The rest of the walk home is a blur of self-hatred and exhaustion. I replay the night in fragments—the bar, the drink, his eyes finding me across the dim room, the weight of his body on mine, the sharp pain of the bite, the strange, terrifying pleasure that came after it. Each memory is a fresh wound. I prod at them like a tongue prodding a sore tooth, unable to stop.

I didn't want whoever it was to come in, I was uncomfortable enough with the angelic woman, Chicken soup notwithstanding. The child at the door seemed to share the sentiment and his head disappeared around the corner. “Oh come on sweetie don't be shy. He won't bite.” She looked to me as if searching for confirmation of the statement but I kept my gaze down. I had bitten someone. Once. He'd landed in a hospital and I, on the streets. The spoonful of chicken soup in my mouth became hard to swallow.

Blood soaked her shirt and neck, and she was breathing shallowly like she was trying to hold on. “Oh no…” I whispered, horrified. “No, no, no…” I knelt beside her, shifting back to human instantly, my hands hovering helplessly over her wounds. She’d been bitten. Badly. “Hey,” I said, my voice trembling. “Can you hear me? I didn’t mean to… I thought… I didn’t know…”

Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, her whole body trembling. I motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated. “I don’t bite,” I whispered. “Unless you make me.” Slowly, cautiously, she took a few steps forward. I leaned in, my lips barely moving as I whispered into her ear. The second the words left my mouth, she flinched. Her eyes flew wide with shock. She took a quick step back, shaking her head. “You...You can’t be serious. I can't do that."

Shift Shayna! Reluctantly she huffed before I felt that first snap as my bones began breaking throughout my entire body, the pain was excruciating from not shifting for a while, not as bad as my first shift, but damn painful. Stretching out my body I slammed through the door to the sight of Byron's wolf fighting off three Vampires, giant sized Vampires that were so busy focused on him as they clawed at him while snapping their teeth that they didn't even notice as I came up behind one, lunging up as I sank my teeth deep into their neck.

And honestly, I'm not so sure I'm ready for that. I opened the door and entered quietly, not facing or looking at anyone. We were late and of course, we were mortified. Well, I was mortified, I wasn't sure about Calvin. I looked back for a second only to find him looking at me strangely. I turned my entire self around just to look at him. Unfortunately, my old friend, the floor, who had missed me called out to me. I tripped over something and fell flat on my butt. Well, I would have fallen down if it weren't for Calvin. Okay, fuck all my old thoughts about him changing. He's still the same hero, my hero and he'll always be here to save my shitty little clumsy ass. He pulled me up by my hands

I forced myself to keep reading, my pulse loud enough to drown out the quiet hum of the coffee shop around me. The next line waited beneath the first, short, urgent, impossible to misread. *Whatever you do, do not trust the man you married.*