Discoveries in Death
Part Four
“You're still here?”
Éclair stood in the door to her darkened room. Blankets secure over the windows kept any light from entering. The room felt surreal, like it should be night, but it wasn't. She felt her senses become confused—her eyes telling her one thing but her mind telling her another. Put it on the list of weird crap caused by being a werewolf and get past it, she told herself.
“I got down to the end of the driveway. I told Caprice to go on ahead and tell them I'm still sick. I just can't...” she wouldn't finish her sentence. The truth was obvious to both girls: both felt apprehensive about moving too far away from the other. “I don't get it,” the redhead gruffed in an annoyed tone, “every part of my body feels like it dies all over again whenever I try to put some distance between us. Literally or figuratively.”
Lumière, who had been sitting on the bed with an open book in her lap, closed the book and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her eyes searched the floor for answers that were not there. “Figuratively?”
The teen moved over by her partner and sat down mere inches away from her. Both were hard pressed to let the breath of relief about the closeness go unnoticed. They dared not look at one another and took to studying the lavender fabrics of the carpet under their feet. Éclair bit her lip and gave her tentative reply, “It's about what Caprice said—about how I'll only live to be 451? I know it's silly. 400 years is a long ways away, but, you're immortal and... well... I don't know. I have no idea about any of this. I slept hardly at all last night and the more and more I think about it the more my head begins to hurt. And I start to think, what if you left or died or the same with me? And then my heart begins to ache as though... well... something awful.”
She clenched her jaw shut and closed her eyes. After a moment she added, “This probably sounds all silly, right? I'm worrying over nothing.”
Lumière lifted her head to gaze over at the young woman who had become her partner. She recalled how she watched the girl sleep, or most times, lay awake with her eyes closed, last night. Every rise and fall of her chest from those short breaths, every time she licked her lips and turned her head to another side, how she stretched out across the bed in a way that told the vampire the girl had never shared her bed with another, she took all of this in with such deep obsession that it unnerved her.
The vampire was not one for sentimentality and deep seeded feelings. She preferred to work in numbers, figures, and logic. Her greatest asset was her mind and she knew her mind better than most people knew the backs of their hands. And yet, here she was, still learning to comprehend those fears and worries. The same fears as her partner; her heart pained, too. She sensed the growing distance between the two when Éclair tried to go down the driveway. It kept her from resting. She had tried to sort this out using the way she knew best—logic—but the idea became ludicrous. Sorting out feelings using logic was akin to starting a fire with water.
She had come to two important points: Éclair meant the world to her regardless of how well she knew the redhead. And, because of the nature of their relationship of vampire and werewolf, things were not going to be easy. Were both women prepared to face this?
“You're not worrying over nothing.” Lumière reached out to push hair behind Éclair's ear. The other girl turned her head showing a shy smile through creased worry lines. “It's strange, actually,” she licked her lips and explained, “I can't read your mind whatsoever. I have no idea what you're thinking or feeling or anything. It ought to worry me. I'm so used to hearing people's voices inside my head that over time, it became a crutch and I grew fretful during silent times. It was only in the past few years I yearned for those silent times and here I have them.”
Éclair had turned on the bed to face Lumière. Her expression read sad. She gripped the vampire's hands tightly within her own.
“Eclair,” her voice grew softer, “I want to know about you. I know nothing. And even if you can only confess your worries and fears, I will accept them, because with each little bit, I learn more about you. Also, as your partner, it is my duty... no... it is my desire to help you in any way I can. Even if that help is simply listening. I may not have all the answers you seek but...”
“Can I ask something?”
The rushed words caught Lumière by surprise and she vehemently nodded.
Éclair took a breath and paused, as though thinking something over. She finally came out with the question, slurring her words together into one single phrase, “WouldyoumindifIkissedyou?”
Lumière tilted her head to one side. “I'm sorry, could you repeat that with pauses between the words?” Both women chuckled, although Éclair more nervously than her partner.
After clearing her throat the redhead tried again, “Would you mind, I mean, and I wouldn't be offended if you said no, or anything, because it's probably weird, I mean, I don't think it's weird just in case you think I think it's weird but you never know considering how close minded people are—especially in this town. And I'm not saying that anything has to come of it, because, wow, I barely know you and you-”
“Just come out with it!” Lumière shouted, though she hadn't meant to. She instantly covered her mouth and mumbled something about not being elegant.
Éclair grinned in her lopsided manner and sighed. “Right, sorry,” she breathed in deeply and asked, “May I kiss you?”
There were few times in Lumière's life where she ever regretted becoming a vampire. Now, she thought, was one of those times. Had she still been human she might have had the courtesy to blush and look away in a demure fashion all the while keeping her response clear that the question did not bother in her a bad way, but in some other way which elegant women like herself did not speak of in front of mixed company.
Instead she stared, unmoving, into a pair of endless, earnest violet eyes which appeared on the verge of crying at the lack of response or emotion from the girl in their reflection. When she did manage to catch her thoughts up with her feelings, Lumière had enough sense to put a gentle smile on her face, and added a small, shy nod. After these actions she received a most wonderful gift of Éclair's face lighting up with excitement and of course, nervousness.
Neither moved for several seconds. Éclair, on her part, had been so caught up in her worries over asking such a frivolous request that she forgot the most important part. Lumière, on the other hand, was debating in her head who should lean in first or if it should be a mutual desire on both parts. She had just come to a conclusion when the redhead took the initiative. Lumière unclasped her hands from the other girl's and placed them on Éclair's shoulders to stop her from coming closer.
The redhead's face became awash of confusion and hurt. Lumière sighed as she too, felt the hurt. She quickly explained, “My lips are dry. I... don't want our first kiss to be ruined because of something like that.”
When Éclair finally realized it was nothing to do with her she sighed in relief and chuckled. She then turned her head towards the room mumbling something about chapstick but not knowing where she had put it last. Being so close to the redhead, smelling her breath, studying how her lashes curled and the way her nose had a slight hook, and how the girl's skin had several blemishes and scars perhaps from simple antics of childhood or sport, Lumière found herself a slave to her own feelings. What did it matter if her lips were dry?
Her hands still on Éclair's shoulders, Lumière pulled the girl back to her and before the redhead could respond their lips met and their eyes closed. Of how kisses are explained in books or the movies or how the simple act is blown out of the proportion, this one failed to meet any of those expectations. Inexperienced on one side of the kiss met chaste ambiguity from the other side. Lips, such weird things, Lumière thought. They were nothing more than extensions which helped enable the human race to speak and protected their teeth. And yet, when pressed against another persons...
Éclair opened her mouth to breath despite not having been closed for very long. Her heart raced through her ribcage like the pounding of a jackhammer against a city street. She needed to do something to assuage the violent torrent of emotions building up within. Perhaps kissing wasn't the best idea. Caprice had told her she would know, but, things grew awkward and only served to confuse her even more. Just as she was about to pull back, Lumière, maybe in response to the teenager's mouth agape, opened her mouth a fraction of an inch as well.
Scent in the form of a sledgehammer smashed down her throat and into her lungs; it was heady, inviting, and properly enticing. Where there was clarity in Éclair's head before, now only existed a cloudy desire, which she only barely kept in check by gripping the sheets of the bed. She pulled back from the kiss for a brief second to lick her lips and returned with much more force and passion, but also equal in power was the inexperience. She just wasn't sure what to do with her lips.
But Lumière knew. She had taken in the scent from the redhead's mouth and had wanted more. In order to get it she opened her mouth; breathing in through two passages gave her senses more to work with and proved to be quite an aphrodisiac. She increased the grip on the other girl's shoulders trying to keep her instincts in check. But Éclair had given in and when the girl broke to kiss returning with an added moistness to her lips, what could Lumière do but sink down into the pleasure.
However she felt the indecisiveness in the lips against her own. Though certainly not unpleasant it did help to bring the vampire crashing back into the physical reality. She loosened her grip on Éclair's shoulders and placed her hands on either side of the girl's face. She felt the searing heat emanating from the cheeks under her palms; the sensation acted like fuel to an already lit flame. Using great care and precision Lumière held the woman's head in place and proceeded to kiss her properly and slowly.
Éclair rode on white chariots in heaven. The coolness of the girl's hands and lips soothed her burning face and when she felt those lips begin to move in such a way against her own she knew there could be nothing on Earth better than this. She felt her hands let go of the bed sheets and her body began to move forward, not of her own will, pushing Lumière onto her back. The vampire did nothing to resist this and actually welcomed the action by allowing Éclair to take the lead. They both paused for Éclair to take a breath and were just about to resume their activities when Éclair sat up suddenly.
She had heard a sound and when she met Lumière's widened eyes she knew the smaller girl heard it too. Éclair rose from the bed without so much as a sound and moved to the door of the bedroom. She felt her ears prickle with a million sensations and began to take in every creak, every slight rush of wind, every step of the countless bugs and flies, and all other sorts of sounds. Her instincts kicked in and she searched through the sounds without a second thought until she heard the first one from before.
“There is someone outside.”
Lumière nodded. She went to the redhead's side. “More than one, actually. Were you expecting anyone?”
Éclair shook her head. “I heard the farmer across the road come over to feed the horses earlier this morning. But he should be gone already.”
“Let's go take a look.”
Éclair stopped her partner with an arm. “Sunlight,” she stated.
The small girl sighed and said, “There are many windows in your house, aren't there?”
“I'll be quick. If it's bad I'm coming right back up, okay?”
Lumière just nodded and touched the other girl's arm.
The redhead grinned. “Some kiss, huh?” She went down the stairs without waiting for a response. Lumière stared after her and smiled. Any doubt about whether they were partners or not were washed away in that kiss. Éclair was the only one for her.
The werewolf stepped into the living room and checked outside all the immediate windows. Donner lay on the couch trying to get to his feet to help his mistress. She gave him a look that said no. He lay back down and emitted an irritated grunt. She moved into the kitchen and then back through the hallway that led down to her Father's study and into the veranda. Everything outside seemed calm.
She studied the sunlit pastures with great care. The fields were calm. Too calm. She noticed it, just then, the horses huddled in the corner of the pen. Their eyes were wide with fright and they paced nervously within the group. She followed their lines of vision towards the barn. Whatever was out there had to be in that barn.
Éclair made her way back through the house and paused at the stairway. “I'm going out to the barn. If I'm not back in five minutes call the school for Caprice.”
Lumière stood at the top of the stairs. “I wish you wouldn't, Éclair. We could take them if they came inside the house, whoever they are. I don't want you to go out by yourself.”
The redhead gave a reassuring smile. She knew that Lumière could feel the tugging sensation of not wanting to be apart but at the same time she felt she needed to go check the barn. Something didn't feel right. She wanted to trust her instincts and her instincts were telling her to go.
“I'll be okay, I promise. If I don't think it's something I can't handle you'll be the first person I run to,” Éclair said this with a smile and then added seriously, “trust me, okay?”
The vampire's face was despondent. Thanks to the sun she couldn't exactly go check with the other woman. She nodded shortly and watched Éclair until she was no longer in sight from the stairs. Her chest tightened and the familiar sensation of separation burned through her body. She only had to withstand this for mere minutes, she could be that strong.
Éclair pushed through a similar pain as she left the house. She knew she had to be quick about this because if she was feeling this it was probable that Lumière was feeling it also. The werewolf dashed towards the barn. Her ears prickled again. Someone, or some people, were in the barn. Their footfalls, though quiet, couldn't get past the redhead's heightened hearing.
Unfortunately she didn't have much of a plan other than opening the door. She tried to consider the options: in case of vampires at least she had the sun on her side and for werewolves she would just try to sort things out. And humans? Well, if she could fight on equal grounds with a vampire she didn't think a human would be much of a fight. She frowned. Not too long ago she was just a human.
Trying not to think about that Éclair stepped forward and pulled the large door of the barn back with all her might. It opened quickly, sliding along the rail above. Inside she heard two voices curse loudly and stumble up into the rafters. The smell hit her nostrils a second before the sight hit her eyes.
On the floor of the barn lay the farmer, who took care of the horses, and his wife. Their necks were bleeding and their eyes were glassed over. They were, without a doubt, dead.
“You just gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna close the door so we can finish?”
Part Five
At Éclair's school Caprice was walking the hallways and following the scent of a particular teacher. She had explained to the women in the office that Éclair was back home sick. The only sickness that the brunette could come up with was that her “cousin” had the small pox and couldn't leave her home. They expressed their concern by demanding a note from Ms. Muse's doctor again. Caprice lied by promising that it would be there tomorrow.
She highly doubted that Éclair would be going back to school anytime soon. The way the girl nearly began crying at the end of the driveway assured the brown haired werewolf that her friend's feelings went far deeper than anyone had expected. She wasn't ready to go back to the farm house just yet, however, because she still wasn't sure how she felt about that Lumière girl.
Caprice didn't want to mull it over in her mind too much. Not when the object of her interest was in such close vicinity. If those two at home were going to be all lovey dovey then the brunette decided that she deserved a little something as well. That's why she was walking the halls of the high school searching out the teacher from before.
She ignored the odd stares from the other students. Her choice in clothes had been from a store in town as she couldn't find anything which suited her tastes in Éclair's house. She couldn't fault the redhead's taste in clothes; the girl fit well into feminine styles because she had the curves. Caprice's body, on the other hand, was something she often compared with a teenage boy. It lacked curves and her breasts, while she did have more than that little vampire girl, were still not much to look at.
The store she purchased her clothes at was a vintage-type Good Will store. They carried a lot of clothes from the 1980's and 90's—the type of clothes which Caprice grew up wearing. It gave her an odd thrill to go through the clothes that were popular when she was still a teenager. She was a generation behind Éclair and because of her seclusion to the undergrounds of society she never kept up with the fashions of this new decade. Therefore ,when she entered the school wearing a pair of skater shorts (baggy jeans that cut off mid-thigh), old school sketchers, and a t-shirt that blared the emblem of Green Day and on the back a cover of their Dookie album, she felt like she emerged from a time forgotten.
But she didn't care. It's not like she was staying in this silly town forever.
The bell rang and students began to disperse into classrooms. In a matter of minutes the werewolf found herself alone, surrounded by nothing but stinky lockers. She pursed her lips and played with her ponytail. Time to get to work, she supposed.
She had two objectives: get Éclair and her partner to travel with her to Canada, and find out if this teacher, this Liquiy, was someone important to her. And right now she was about to solve the latter objective. Caprice stopped at the door to the blonde teacher's classroom. She was in the middle of writing something on the board. The brunette shifted and frowned at the bored students doodling in their notebooks, texting, or quietly talking to one another. Caprice nearly barged into the classroom to yell at the students but heard footsteps clacking down the hallway.
A teacher came walking towards her. If her step was stern than her face was irresolutely furious.
“What are you doing out of class? And what in the world are you wearing? Tell me your name now and what class you're supposed to be in young lady!”
Caprice resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “I'm Éclair Muse's cousin. I'm here to pick up her homework. She's home sick with small pox.”
The teacher faltered and crossed her arms over her chest as if her previous actions were justified. “That still does not give you the right to wander these halls while class is in session. Can you not wait until after school to pick up Ms. Muse's homework? Interrupting a class for something so frivolous-”
Caprice didn't let the woman finished. She took a single step forward and allowed a taste of her werewolf strength to surge through her body and show in her eyes. The woman trailed off in a mess of stuttering, garbled words. The brunette didn't let up as she spoke, “I won't be long. And I won't be interrupting anyone. Maybe you should just be on your way and leave me in peace. How does that sound?”
Wordlessly, the teacher began to walk away. Half down the hall she began to shake her head. But one glance back at the brown haired woman told her to keep walking and to not look back again. Caprice sighed and reverted back to her normal self. She didn't like people butting in her business, especially people as smelly as that teacher.
The brunette grinned to herself and chanced a look back into Liquiy's classroom. The woman was sitting at her desk and flipping through a large stack of papers. The students were now blatantly talking amongst themselves or talking on their cell phones. Caprice did roll her eyes this time and chose the opportunity to enter the classroom. Most of the room stopped talking when she did. They stared at her the same way they did in the hallway.
She ignored them and went straight for the blonde's desk.
“Free time?”
Liquiy lifted her head in confusion but stopped dead in her tracks when she recognized the brown haired girl. Her glasses had slipped down her nose making her look like an old lady. She quickly readjusted them and replied coolly, “What can I do for you... Caprice, wasn't it?”
Caprice smiled, “Yep. Still is for that matter. I'm here for Éclair's homework. She's home sick with small pox.”
The other woman's face fell in concern. “Oh, that is terrible. And she seemed just fine two days ago. Would you give me a moment to collect it? I have the assignments from yesterday and today here somewhere.” Liquiy proceeded to open and close drawers and look through folders.
While she was doing this Caprice peered back towards the classroom of kids. Yes, they were indeed kids. She may look their age but she had lived long enough to feel that separation of maturity versus youth. They had resumed their talking, but at a much lower level, and many continued to stare at the brunette—some even with disdain.
She sure had them fooled. She could hear every word they uttered about her. Things like freak, fashion sense of a blind retard, and dyke were just the tip of the iceberg. Liquiy didn't seem to be having any luck in finding that work anytime soon and so the werewolf decided she was going to have a little fun with these... kids.
“Hey,” she said as she poked a guy who was sitting on his desk with his back turned to the front of the classroom. He turned his head at her but turned back to his friends. Caprice smirked and poked him again. “You, boy, I'm talking to you.”
He turned his head again. “What do you want freak?” The three guys on the other side of him began to laugh. The boy turned back to them and gave one of them a high five. Caprice continued to smirk.
“I just have a question. An easy one, I promise. True or false. Easy for a guy of your stature.” The teen seemed to be annoyed now. Caprice could sense Liquiy's eyes on her but ignored the woman.
He turned on the desk completely now and got to his feet. He loomed over Caprice by about a foot, easily. From above he sneered down at her. “Listen, why don't you go bother someone else, I'm not interested.”
“Oh but I think you are,” the brunette's nostril's flared while she talked, “or at least I think you will be when you hear what I have to ask. You see, it's about your girlfriend, that's her right there, isn't it?”
He glanced over at the small blonde girl sitting at the desk next to his. She gave him a confused smile and gave Caprice a searing glare. “So what? You want to sleep with her? No dice. She ain't a dyke like you.”
“Really? I thought she was, I mean, dating you and all. Does she know about your boyfriend?”
The boy shifted on his feet and his eyes flashed in anger. “Are you calling me a fag?”
Caprice's smirk never faded. She smelled the other boy on him the moment she entered the room. He sat in the back of the classroom but his smell was all over this boy in the front. And not the kind of smell that comes from sharing clothes, either. She'd been around to know what semen and intermingled sweat from sex smelled like in comparison to other similar activities.
“Why don't you ask your boyfriend? By the way, how is your ass? Must be sore, right? I didn't take you for the receiver. Much too butch. But hey, to each their own.”
The friends behind him went silent and Caprice glanced over at the girlfriend who was eying her boyfriend in utter disbelief. The boy began to shake, not out of fright or cold, but pure rage. Liquiy pushed back from her desk and as she sat up from her chair the boy swung his fist at Caprice. Human strength and speed were nothing compared to her own and she ducked it easily. She used his confusion as an opportunity to push him into the desk.
He toppled into the steel box and right over it taking most everything to the floor—including the computer monitor—and tumbled right into Liquiy who was not fast enough to move out of the way. The class grew fearfully silent because Caprice had begun to stare them all down with her power. She moved with agile precision to the blonde and helped her to her feet.
Liquiy brushed herself off. The boy on the ground groaned and held his head. He wasn't severely injured but it seemed he did hit his head. Caprice grinned at the mess and how she commanded the fear of a room full of kids. Being a werewolf could be pretty fun. Before she could enjoy the scene any further she felt a hand on her arm tugging her out of the classroom. The brunette could have easily resisted but when she saw that it was Liquiy she submitted with no struggle.
“Someone check on Lucious to make sure he's okay. No one is to leave this classroom while I am gone,” the teacher's voice commanded an authority that Caprice hadn't heard until this point. It perked her interest to a different level.
Once outside the room Liquiy slammed the door shut and continued to pull the werewolf down the hall until they were at least thirty feet away.
“What the hell were you thinking just then?”
Caprice licked her lips. Up close and angry Liquiy was even more beautiful. Her blue eyes blazed and her pale face flushed hues of red and pink. The colors disappeared under the slightly out of place blonde hair. Her arms were crossed over her chest. The werewolf took the chance and studied the woman who was wearing a simple low-cut sweater and skirt combo today. She really wanted to kiss that collarbone.
“Caprice, are you even here! I'm talking to you!”
The brunette blinked and smiled. “Ah yeah, sorry. I was... thinking.”
Liquiy became even more annoyed at this and a thrill spasmed down Caprice's spine at the sight. “Thinking, huh? About what? About the fact that you purposely provoked a student and pushed him over the desk where he could have really hurt himself? What in god's name were you thinking then, huh? You know, if you went to this school, you'd be permanently suspended. Fighting is grounds for dismissal.”
“Well then I guess we can say goodbye to Lucious, huh?” She winked and teetered back and forth on her feet like a child who'd done something wonderful.
Liquiy stared at her like one might to a clinically insane person. “This is serious, Caprice. Do you think that your cousin needs this following her for the rest of her time here? What the hell am I going to do with this? I can't exactly pretend it didn't happen.”
Caprice shrugged. “You could.”
The blonde stomped her heeled foot on the floor. The sound echoed down the hallway in a menacing fashion. “This is serious! You have assaulted a student on school grounds!”
“He attacked me first. I was just defending myself.” The brunette pursed her lips and stared directly into the other woman's eyes. She felt her annoyance begin to rise. She had expected a little exchanging of words but this woman was acting like she'd just decimated an entire country of people. “Maybe if he wasn't such a dick to begin with he wouldn't have been put in the position.”
Liquiy closed her eyes and began to rub her forehead. “Because he's a 'dick' you think it's your duty to punish him? Caprice, I'm sorry, but that's not how this school functions. I don't know what things are like at your school but students do not go picking fights with each other here.”
“Probably too late to say I'm sorry?”
“I don't know if he'll accept your apology.”
Caprice rolled her eyes, “To you, not him.”
The blonde stopped rubbing. She lifted her head to meet the apologetic expression in the brunette's eyes. The two stared at one another for a minute, maybe two. Liquiy closed her eyes and took off her glasses. “I don't know why you're apologizing to me. Desks and computers are an easy fix. Although it will be time consuming to reorganize those papers on my desk.”
“What if I help? And I'll even bring an after school snack—what's your favorite food?”
Liquiy shook her head, “What? No, Caprice, I'll take care of it. You need to go to the Principals office and explain yourself and hope that Lucious' parents don't sue you.” She put her glasses back on. “Now let's go back-” she stopped mid-sentence. Caprice wasn't looking at the blonde anymore. Her emerald eyes were darker and her posture was stiffer. She was staring past Liquiy.
The confused teacher followed the other woman's gaze and turned to look down the hall. She put her glasses back on in order to see what Caprice was seeing. At the opposite end stood two men; both were tall and wearing clean white business suits. The one with short cropped red hair stood a little taller than his counterpart who had a head full of long, blue hair. They stared without expression down at the two women. Behind her, Liquiy heard a strange sort of growl. She glanced back at Caprice who still had not moved but appeared to have grown even more menacing and defensive.
The blonde turned back when she heard one of the men speak, “You're Caprice, aren't you? Well, Caprice, we're here to kill you. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, that's your choice.” It was the one with red hair. His voice was deep and calm like he was talking to an old friend. Liquiy fumed at the man.
“I don't know who you are,” she started at the two men, “but I will not tolerate threats on my students here. You will leave this hallway right now or I will call the police.”
The blue haired one shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed. His voice was not as deep as the other man's but it was equally calm and devoid of emotion. “We don't want to kill innocent bystanders. Caprice, please tell this woman to leave this instance. Otherwise we'll be forced to dispose of evidence.”
Before Liquiy could respond the brunette put herself between her and the two men. The same growling she heard increased as Caprice moved by her and it was then she realized it was coming from the girl. Her mouth fell open but no sound came out. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach which told her this was not going to turn out well.
“You won't be killing anyone,” the werewolf growled at the two men, “I'll be damned if I'm going to let myself get killed. Or this woman. I don't know who you are or why you think you need to kill me but if you value your lives you'll leave now.”
“If that is what your answer, Caprice, then the two may cower together in death,” stated the man with red hair. “We'll meet you outside in one half hour. Do not try to run or else we will hunt you down and kill you and anyone else we see fit, including that woman. She's your partner, am I right?”
Caprice held her arms out and flexed her hands. She didn't dare respond. How careless could she have been? She should have made Liquiy go back into the classroom and spared her life.
“One half hour,” repeated the blue haired man. With that, the two walked out of sight. Caprice didn't let down her guard until several minutes after when the blonde finally found her voice.
“Who were they Caprice? What do they want with you?! Oh god, we have to call the police.”
The brunette grabbed Liquiy's wrist. “Go find some place to hide, Liquide. Now. Only come out if you hear me or Éclair.”
“Tell me what is going on!”
“GO HIDE!” Caprice growled the command with such force that a student who was leaving his classroom decided to go right back in not wanting to mess with the angry woman.
But the blonde stood her ground. Caprice couldn't believe her eyes. The only types that stood up to her were those that matched her in strength and they were few and far between. Who in the hell did this woman, this human, think she was?
“You will tell me what is going on now or else I will go find those men myself, after I've called the police.”
Caprice balled her fists ready to knock Liquiy out and put her in a safe place. She clenched her jaw and used the power of her werewolf side to flow out through her eyes in order to frighten the other woman. But the teacher stared right back with the same ferocity and stubbornness. They stayed in this position until Caprice's shoulders dropped. She looked away from the blonde.
“Fine, you really want to know?”
“Yes,” came the reply from Liquiy.
Caprice turned suddenly and swung her arms in the air, “You REALLY want to know?”
Liquiy crossed her arms over her chest and repeated again, “Yes. Damnit, Caprice. Tell me now.”
The brunette sighed and dropped her arms to her sides. “Fine! I'm a fucking werewolf.”
“Loup-garou?” Liquiy's eyebrows knit together. “You're really a werewolf?”
Caprice threw her hands up again, “Fuck! See! This is why you just need to go hide! You don't understand any of this shit! Fuck fuck fuck. And I got you involved, too! This is just fucking ridiculous and out of your hands! I don't care whether you believe me but please go hide!”
“And those two are werewolves, too? Right?”
The young woman stopped her movements and eyed Liquiy suspiciously, “Yes...”
Liquiy took her glasses off again. She roughly polished them with the hem of her shirt.
“Well shit. Thousands of werewolves spread across the entire world of billions of people and by chance I pick a town that has, what, at least three?”