Classes started again on Monday.

You may think that just because we are loup-garou, we lead strange, adventerous lives. In truth, we are just like you. Well, not just like, but you know what I mean. I went to a normal college and took normal classes with normal mortals.

I took several art classes, a math course, and biology. Included I took French literature, and history of France. Dove, on the other hand, favored Russian and Italian, along with literary arts, and his required history, science, and math.

The only thing is, nobody else knew what we are. They thought we were mortal, and treated us like mortals. Its the over-all secret that the two of us hold. Letting anybody know what we are would cause one of three: 1)panic and mayhem, leading to our deaths. 2) Fascination, which would mean we would never be left alone again. Or 3) Laughter, saying that we are either ridiculous jokers or insane. So all in all, there was not point in saying anything.

Life was normal enough for us on Monday. That was until dinner that night, when I saw Dove again.

"Saiyo," he started out. "I need to leave."

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm just having some trouble. I just need to leave for a few months." he seemed to be trying to hold in some sort of panic. I could smell it, and I could see it. He was sweating and shaking slightly, and I got the momentary urge to call an ambulance in case he started having a fit of some sort.

"Dove," I said slowly. "what's going on. I need to know."

"Nothing," he lied. "I'm fine."

"Please. I need to know," I repeated.

"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath. "I never told you the reason my parents left Russia. Its the same reason I transferred here, to England."

I didn't know what to expect. However, I supposed that if it was bad enough to leave two countries, it had to be a catastrophe.

"When I was young, we had a run-in with a couple of vampires. They swore that they would come back until all of us were dead. You know that they keep their word better than any other species. I -have- no family.

"They found me. I don't know how long it took for them to realize I wasn't in America, or how long they knew where I was," he said.

I knew that the word of vampires was as good as a blood-bond. And I also knew that they would do anything to rid the world of werewolves once and for all.

"Does this mean you're leaving school?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I'm coming with you," I said, firmly.

"Don't please. I'm doing this so you'll be safe," he pleaded.

"I don't care. We're sticking together."

He sat for a moment and looked at me. He seemed to be pondering the answer. Finally, at long last, he nodded.

"Alright. We're leaving tonight," he said, standing up.

"We have to get in contact with the school telling them we have to drop out," I said, following.

"You're the computer genius. I'll leave the e-mailing to you," he said, smiling sadly.

He didn't want to leave any more than I did. However, it was necessary.

"You know," I said as we walked to his peice of shit car. "You could always get over it and learn how to use the internet yourself. Soon everything will be computer oriented anyway."

"Nah. I'll leave that till we get to where we're going," he said.

I nodded.

When we got to my flat, I e-mailed the school. Then, I unhooked my computer and monitor and took it to the car. I didn't care what he said, I wasn't going anywhere without the precious internet. I packed a suitcase full of clothes and dumped it in the backseat.

As we were driving, he approached the subject of my computer. Fortunately, the deal he had in mind wasn't as bad as I expected.

"Why don't we sell the computer. We can take that money and the money in our bank accounts and buy you a laptop. That way we don't have to lug that piece of junk around wherever we go," he said.

Okay, so it just wasn't 'not bad'. In fact, I was thrilled. We walked out of the computer store an hour later with me hugging my new online-laptop, grinning from ear to ear. We got the rest of our money out of our bank accounts and sold the rest of our possessions that we didn't want, and bought tickets to fly back to the good old US of A. I didn't give Dove any choice to where we were going.

"Where is your destination?" the ticketman asked.

"Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. USA," I said immediately. I had gone too long without cheesestakes, fresh Campbells soup, and the Wawa convenience store.

"Okay. Here are your tickets. Your flight leaves in three hours," the man said, handing us an envolope. "Do you have any luggage?"

"Only these," Dove said, lifting our two small suitcases onto the counter.

"Okay," the man did some typing on his computer and handed us two slips. "Here are your luggage IDs. Enjoy your flight."

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Notes: Hope you enjoyed this.