You walked into the bustling market, pulling your messenger hat low over you head. It had been a while since you had been in a place so full of people. Standing dumbfounded by the sheer number of people going about you, you were obviously out of place, several people bumped into you from behind giving you glares over their shoulder as they walked by you. One extremly unlucky man had the bad idea of trying to pick pocket you. Taking his hand out of your messenger bag, you twisted it around. Practically everyone in the market square stopped what they were doing and stared. With a satisfying crack you let go of the mans now broken arm and watched him quickly stumble away.
Crap, you had attracted too much attention. You stood there, everyone still watching you, you face was turning red with embaressment, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly a man, around seventeen, just around your age, beckoned you over with a bright smile and you felt the crowds gaze burninga hole in your back "Here, have a tomato, on me," he said throwing the tomato your way. He had light brown hair, emerald green eyes and his voice had a hint of spanish accent. Slowly everyone left going about their day but you caught the gaze of several wary passerybys as you munched on your new snack.
"Quite a stir you caused over there, huh," the boy said rearranging the vegtables in his stand.
"Yeah," you whispered popping the rest of the tomato in your mouth. "Oh , thanks,"
"No problem," he said shooting you another brilliant smile making you turn as red as the second tomato he had just handed to you. What were you doing getting so flustered? You knew from your hundreds of years of experience that it was always the nice ones that betrayed you quickest. "Did I say something wrong? Or is there somehting on my face?" the man asked noticing you glaring at him.
"Oh, no nothings wrong, sorry," you replied.
"Oh thank goodness, I thought I might have said something stupid and offended you, I always ten to get nervous around pretty girls" he said breathing a sigh of relied and laughing making your face turn even redder than humanly possible. Looking at him you decided that there was no way that there was anything cruel or dishonest about this guy. Maybe if you were extra inconspicuous and made sure to were your cap you could come ba-
You lost your train of thought as a man bumped into you from behind knocking of your messenger hat "Oh sorry abou-," he said stopping mid sentence noticing what you ha tried so hard to hide "Look here girly," he said roughly grabbing your arm as you tried to run away. You quickly looked away, but he forced you too face him with his other hand grabbing your face. He looked at your forehead, where a scar in the shape of a star inside a circle was burned into your forehead. The mark of a werewolf.
Mom, dad, am I adopted?
ilove dat quessie
yes a werewolf story!!!!!!!!
I is a werewolf? Well I still love the story though!
Is this guy Spain?
Kick ASS, I am a werewold ._.
Even though i was planning on it being like that im pretty sure its obvious by now XD
This is amazing! Keep writing please!
yes sir~~ Ill start on the second chapter now, itll be short but its gonna be up tonight, please look forward to it ^_^
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I Cant wait for the rest
yush! It may or may not be up tommorow, Il probably have written it up on paper but Ill feel too lazy to type it out, (like with my other request ^_^" )