Chapter 4

Alice sprang out of the bed, rage evident on her face as she wiped furiously at her mouth.

"Come near me again and I'll wipe that smirk off your face myself!" she growled, taking a step forward. She was slightly off balance, only able to walk on her toes. As soon as the vampire was gone, Alice's head snapped around to Baine. "And you! I told you not to be here until 12:30!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Baine held up his hands in surrender. "I don't have a clock! How was I supposed to know what time it was! And why are you so pissed at me anyway? I'm not the one that ki—"

"SHUT UP!" she roared. Her voice lowered to a deadly hiss as she got closer to him. "If you tell anyone I will personally track you down and kill you whether you're a monster by then or not."

"Yes ma'am," said Baine, shrinking back into his corner. She turned around and wiped at her mouth again.

"Tch."

"What is it?" Baine asked, hoping this was a sign that she was calming down.

"Bastard bit my lip." She dabbed at it again.

Alice flopped back onto the torn, most likely ruined sheets and waved a hand at the chair next to the bed. "So, what do you want to know?"

"Who was he?" Baine asked, taking the chair. Alice rolled her eyes.

"Rory Danner. He thinks he owns pretty much every girl here. He's arrogant, narcissistic, and a sexist little—"

"I'm not hearing a reason for him to be a mental hospital."

"That's the thing. He's been here almost longer than I have and I haven't noticed anything. Actually, I was starting to wonder if this place doesn't just pick people up off the street sometimes. Did you notice his accent? I think that maybe he was on vacation, alone or with his family or whatever, and they kidnapped him or something. Either way, he's still an asshole."

"I just wonder why he was glaring at you earlier," said Baine. Alice looked at him, one eyebrow raised as if daring him to continue. So he did. "I mean, he seemed pretty into that ki—" Alice shot him a glare. "—I mean, you-know-what. That's not how you calm down someone you hate."

Alice sighed. "If you have to know, he did try asking me out."

Baine snorted. "Really?"

She nodded. "Back when I was human, he liked me. At least, that's what he told me. It wasn't until they started the tests on me that he said anything. I turned him down though. I mean, what are we gonna do in a place like this? He's been mad about it ever since."

"I guess he still likes you then. He looked like he was enjoying himself."

"He looks like that all the time," Alice snapped.

"Sure," said Baine skeptically.

Her eyebrow twitched and she looked away with a huff.

"Well, what else do you want to know," she asked gruffly, not meeting his eyes. He could've sworn he saw the start of a blush across her pale face.

"Okay, for one thing, why are you the only werewolf?"

She paused. "Actually, that's a good question. I never thought about it. I guess they just didn't want to deal with more than one."

"But there's more than one vampire. They're just as dangerous, aren't they?"

"Vampires are smaller," she said with a grin.

Baine shrugged. "Fair point, you got me there. Any more advice about what I should watch out for?"

Alice looked like she was thinking again. "Hmm…you met Rory the vampire, earlier, there was the Barmun Triplets and, like I said, I think they're trolls. I told you about some of the others and you should be okay if you just stick close to me. Well, there's this one guy, his name is Jude. They turned him into a demon. I'll point him out to you sometime. Whenever you're around him, though, don't say anything about what he is. He hates what he's become. Y'know. Religion and all..."

Baine's mouth formed an 'o' in understanding and he looked over his shoulder, awkwardly clearing his throat. Alice looked like she wanted to say something but kept it to herself.

"What was Axel like?"

"Hmm?" Alice sort of hummed a response, surprised by the question.

"Your brother. What was he like?"

"Oh," her eyes seemed to glaze over briefly. "Well, he was nice, he was a people person, and he used to laugh at all our jokes. Even the bad ones."

Baine smile at the last comment. "Wow. That was a beautiful story that didn't tell me anything. What was he really like?"

Alice grinned, sighing in defeat. "Axel was probably the best older brother someone could ask for. He always looked out for us. Usually, when my mom got drunk and started beating us, I'd have to shield Roxanne…believe it or not, she's even smaller than me…sometimes, it would be too much for me too…I remember one time where Axel stepped in front of me, making Mom stop…that was all I could remember before I blacked out…He was pretty much my role model. I wouldn't know how to defend myself or escape or hide without him teaching me everything he knew. He's the only one who really stood by me when I had one of my black outs. Everyone else was scared of me…the worst part was, I couldn't even remember what I did. Even Roxanne started to shy away from me…" Her eyes glazed over again. "He looked like my dad…I mean, I don't remember what my dad really looked like, but from what I've seen in pictures…"

"He sounds like a great guy," said Baine, giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

She looked up at him, snapping out of her daze. "Yeah…yeah he was. You should be getting back to bed. It's late."

Baine's eyes stung slightly, begging to be shut, and he realized just how tired he was.

"Okay…I'll see you in the morning then?"

"Of course," she mumbled, stretching as a sarcastic grin crossed her face. "Where else am I gonna go?"