Six Feet Under The Stars

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Just passing the lake, Taylor Swan walked like she was walking to her execution, her face pale with rememberance of the full moon that would happen that night.
It was time.
Taylor Swan flinched, remembering the pain she would experience in her transformation to a werewolf tonight. The sun was beginning to set, its warm rays dying and ceasing to fill the world.
She stopped, her bare feet pricking against the sharp grass as she was beginning to enter the Forbidden Forest, only wearing old Muggle clothes (a plain green tank top and gray sweatpants) and carrying extra food, some for her, and others she got for Xavier...
She scowled, running her hands through her fire red hair angrily. It's his fault I'm a werewolf, and I can't find the will to blame him. I even brought him fucking food!
Still, she couldn't be mad at Xavier Murder, even if she hated his twin, even if he was the reason she was a werewolf. Even if she was the reason for the pain...
Taylor looked at the woods, which were beginning to show fog, and she pitied Xavier. Out there, alone, without any kind of company...
Well, that'll change tonight.
Taylor walked into the woods, shivering from fear. Only a few fateful months ago she was attacked here, and she subconciously touched her ankle where the bite marks were still pink and gruesome...
Finding a mossy tree to lean against, she sat down, putting her belongings down next to her, bringing out the food she had snuck away from a dinner feast the night before.
"Xavier?"
Taylor looked a little paraniod as she called out the name of the fellow werewolf, her green eyes widening a little.
What if she and Xavier were the only things to fear in the woods?[/size]

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Xavvy The Werewolf Man

Tonight was the night of the full moon, again. He couldn't help but think back through the months, to the last moon of the previous year. When he acquired his first wolf companion. And she was here now, walking closer to him every second. He shivered in the cool night air. All of his clothes were folded in his lap, excluding his boxers. He had learned, unlike Lupin, to save what clothes he could.

"Xavier?" Her voice echoed around him, and he sighed, breathing heavily through his nose. "I'm here," he called, just loud enough for her to hear. She was new at this, and as much as he didn't want to, it was up to him to teach her the basic life rules of the werewolf. Even if neither of them were in their right minds after transforming. She was as helpless at being a wolf as a newborn chick. But she was lucky. He had had to learn by himself, to suffer through the disease with no one to help him but himself. She, on the other hand, had someone to go to with her questions, whether he answered them or not.

It wasn't much longer, though, that he would be stretching his muscles. Laying flat out against the wind, chasing down some prey that only the two of them would know was there. She would be tailing behind him, keeping up quite well for a wolf half his size. But he was alpha, and she knew. He was more experienced, he was bigger, strong, and to seal it, male. But, even though she was small and she was a Mudblood, he enjoyed her company as a wolf. He wasn't going through the pain anymore, he had someone who felt the same agony he did. It was his fault she was a wolf, though not entirely. She had been careless to travel into the woods on a full moon. He couldn't stop himself from transforming. All he had done was to follow his instincts. She should feel lucky that she had survived in the first place.

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Taylor turned a little red at the sight of Xavier, forever thankful that the mask of darkness covered her.
"Hey, Xavier."
She raised her hand in greeting.
Looking at the food, she smiled a little nervously.
"I brought some food from the feasts." she said, pointing to it. "It's only a few hours old."
She looked at the fellow redheaded werewolf.
"You know. I don't think you've gotten...well...real food in a while."
Taylor gave a teasing grin.
"Unless you like living off slugs and mushrooms, or whatever you eat in these woods."
She looked at the chicken legs and the other various pies and pasties she had to smuggle while getting odd looks from her fellow house mates.
Taylor Swan looked at Xavier awkwardly, noticing his lack of clothes and her...non lack.
She crossed her arms, still red.
"If you think I'm going to be undressing for you, you're terribly mistaken."
She looked up at the sky, noticing it darkening. The pink strands of sunset began to stretch and ebb away, the navy of the sky turning darker. It would come soon...
Why did Xavier have to do this? Make her a werewolf? Force her into painful isolation every month? No one understood; she was a monster...
It wasn't as if she blamed him; it took a few months to realize the lack of control that one had while under lycanthropy. She understood his lack of control.
It was horrible, the transformation. A little selfishly, she thought to herself, was the relief she had that she wasn't going through it alone. She had Xavier.
Xavier was the bigger and more experienced werewolf, and she would have to follow him.
The thing that excited (and slightly feared) her was, where would he lead her to?[/size]