Ch12: Hungry like the Wolf

Rose's POV

Weeks have passed since the Massacre and my foster father Rick's death. Brief arrangements were made with my foster mother Sue, and Alice's parents to allow me to remain at Alice's house until I was ready to go home; no one thought I was going anywhere soon, and I was happy that was the case. Life commenced as normal as possible- given the circumstances, there was no Jayson, no Luc and no more murders; and for some reason I believed everything was too normal, but I wasn't complaining I'd had a hectic past couple of weeks. Alice's parents had cleared out a spare room for me as they knew I'd be staying for a while, and sitting in the rather empty room I realised how lucky I was, not only to be alive, but to have people who cared for me, even if they weren't the same as having real parents.

Suddenly a light knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, Alice's mother Veronica peeped her head through the door.

"Rosemarie darling, Simon and I are going out and we won't be back until late; there's leftovers in the fridge which you can heat up and make sure you and Alice are in bed by nine at the latest." She gave me a quick smile before closing the door behind her. I noted how gorgeous Veronica looked, with her back satin dress, which fell above her knees, and her blond hair, curled into perfect ringlets; she and Simon were definitely 'going out'. I found myself smiling at how outrageously simular Veronica and Alice were, they shared a perfect mother/daughter relationship and before I could pull myself together I recognized a slight but painful pang of jealousy and regret, I did very much wish I could have a relationship like Alice's with my mother… whoever she was.

Almost instantly I snapped out of my phase as Alice burst into my room, striding over to me and placing her laptop on my bed,

"What do you suggest we do?" She asked as my eyes fell on the lunar chart which was open in a tab on her laptop. Tonight was the full moon, no wonder I've been feeling so bloodthirsty.

"I suggest we find a holding cell, with a million volt electric boundary," I joked, but I knew, Alice knew how worried I was about this full moon,

"I'm serious Rose,"

"So am I," She seized a pillow from my bed and whacked me over the head with it, "OW! Geeze aren't I supposed to be the one looking to cause bodily harm?" I meant that as a joke but Alice didn't take it that way,

"I'm so sorry, I just, I don't know, but for some reason hurting you seemed like a good idea,"

"Hey it's ok. Doesn't everyone feel hurting me is a good idea?" she agreed, laughing along.

"So how are we going to contain your 'inner wolf'?" Her amazing green eyes met mine as she tried to get the answer from me.

"Chain me up in the basement," I suggested, Alice laughed at my bold idea,

"And that's gonna sound a little suss when my parents come home and I have to tell them I chained you up in the basement," I gave her a sideways look and thoughts to tell her I was being serious, "Ugh fine, but no one is to know I chained you in a basement. Some people might get the wrong idea," She reluctantly agreed.

"And you think it's going to be a tea party in there for me? You know I used to have a thing with dark and scary basements."

My old childhood paranoia of dark and scary basements had defiantly been cured over the years, but I still felt unease, brought by fear, as Alice began securing the chain around an old boiler. She sensed my unease though the bond and imminently acted,

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" She asked binding my wrists in chain. My eyes lit up a fierce yellow and my fangs appeared from my mouth,

"Yes," I growled through gritted teeth- or fangs rather, "go Alice, quickly!"

Alice's POV

I don't know which was more difficult, hearing Rose painfully scream and torture herself, or hearing her taunting me, trying to convince me to let her free. I knew I had to block it all out, I tried my hardest to send her calming thoughts through the bond, but it had been numbed by the effects of the full moon. I badly wanted to unchain her, she was in so much pain, but I knew she would possibly kill me and many others.

"Alice, I- I didn't mean all those things I said before, I just- I'm really sorry and I want to make it up to you, just let me out and I'll explain everything," Rose's voice sounded painfully sorry and sincere, but there was something in her tone, which was almost taunting, it made my skin crawl.

"Yeah if I let you go you're going to kill me," I stated more to myself, but knew her super werewolf hearing would enable her to hear every whisper.

"No, no," she chuckled, "why would I kill you? Alice your my best friend, my drop-dead-gorgeous, kind, faithful, and beautiful best friend; how could I possibly harm you?" She was trying to bait me, but I knew all the sweet talk in the world wouldn't make me let her out. She began to scream again, and I could hear the chains rattling, I tried to block it out, but I couldn't.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" She said after the screaming commenced. She didn't sound like the Rose I knew, she sounded dark and dangerous, "Alice you should be a runway model, I mean wow those guys at school practically drool when you walk past,"

Just block her out Alice, simple, she's not herself, she doesn't mean it; I thought to myself, running my fingers through my soft blond curls.

"Or maybe those guys are drooling for me. Heck it must hurt standing next to me, tanned to perfection, smooth clear face, fit body, curves. Man I got it all… but you, your pale and washed out and… AGHHHHHHH" I covered my ears as she screamed, she kept swapping between human and werewolf, I knew that by the screeches her claws made on herself and the concrete ground.

She's not herself Alice, she doesn't mean it! I was trying to calm myself down, Rose's words had hurt a lot, I hoped it was her dark side bringing them out, not what she actually thought of me.

On and on the night went, Rose continued to taunt me, using different methods to attempt to con me to let her out, but each time I'd refused.

"You know you're nothing, compared to me you mise well be another useless pawn on my chess board," there she went again, when the full moon was over I was going to break her arm and enjoy her pain before she miraculously heals. The full moon shone bright through the window adjacent to where I was sitting, and suddenly I hated Rose, I wanted her dead, I wanted to torture her for the horrible things she said to me, I wanted to rip her throat out, grasp her heart and squeeze it until I feel the beating commence. In one quick motion I smashed through the door or the basement, I was going to make Rose pay for what she'd done to me.

Only she was gone.