1 Blue eyes

For five years now, Quintin roamed the streets, homless, pennyless, every day a question of where he could make some money, or get something to eat.

It all happened so fast, he wasn't really sure what happened, at first it looked like dogs, but no great dane is that big. Then the snarls, wolves? but wolves arent that big... unless they were werewolves? but thats bullshit right? theres no such thing as fucking werewolves!?

Regardless of what those things were, no one beleived in his story about the beasts that killed his parents, they call him a delusional bum, a drunk, but Quintin didn't even have money for food! where the fuck must he get money for alcahol!?

The nights with a full moon gave him no rest, he always stayed in the light, close to people, usually gas stations, since they operate all night.

many times he got caught off guard, those same monsters came for him if he dared head where its too dark, but every time they attack, he got saved by one, a female, he gathered as much from her sleak build and visable bust under the fur coat. Why she helped him he didn't know, didn't really care actually, every time they attacked he was wailing like a bitch, and running his feet numb, the only thing he could make out in the panic every time was her shiny black coat, thick wolftail, and long sharp ears, almost like an Anubis in Egyptian mythology, a term he learned at the local library.

And then her bright, bottle blue eyes, he caught a glimpse of them in a street lamp once... Why on earth was she helping him!? it would be better if they killed him, to end this blasted nightmare!

On the roof of a tall building he had a large fridge box set up behind an air-conditioning unit to sleep in, he chose this roof because of it's retractable fire escape ladder, which he lifts and ties up to give him some sort of privacy. He ducked into his box and closed himself in an old dog blanket given to him by someone who showed pity. It was cold, the cramp in his gut a reminder of another day without success, he did try of course; washing windows, gardening, anything to make a buck. But tonight, he remained hungry.

A knock on his box made him freeze, the town he was living in had its dangers, you can get mugged for anything around here, but the point is, Quintin had absolutely nothing but his blanket, and his life to give, and life is also a precious possession in a murderous city like this.

"Hello?" a woman's voice called.

Quintin remained quiet, he had nothing to say to anyone.

"Are you in there?"

he bit his lip 'fuck off! please just leave!' he begged in his mind.

"You dont have to be afraid, its just me"

Quintin went cold, 'me?' he knew no one, no family ever made contact with him, the world has forgotten of his existence, who the fuck would know him still?

"Are you going to come out? or must i tare this box away?"

"No! dont tare my box its all i have!" he cried out.

"Well then come out already, its damn cold up on this roof"

He slowly backed out of the box, and found a stunningly beautiful woman with tan scin, black hair and blue eyes waiting for him.

"I, uh, can i help you?" he uttered.

"Well, that depends Quintin" She smiled.

"Who are you? and how did you know my name?" he asked suddenly freaked out.

"My name is Cleopatra, but you can call me Cloe"

"Ok, Cloe, how did you know my name?" he asked uneasily.

"We basically know each other for almost five years now Quintin, its just now i decided to come and formally introduce myself"

"Im not sure i follow, i never saw you before"

"Yes you have... just not like this" She gestured with her hand to herself, Quintin took a close look at her, not very tall, but under the thick parka he could tell she had a well average figure, her hair long to her lower back. Her entire look basically fitted her name, the neat cut fringe, black tips of makeup on the outside of each eye, she did look Egyptian, she might even be one. Lastly she held a thick blanket under one arm, Cleopatra saw he noticed it.

"Oh yes, this is for you" She held it out to him, but he didnt take it.

"Im sorry, but youre freaking me out a little" he said backing off one step, the Anubis of Egyptian mythology came to mind.

"Why?" she innocently tilted her head.

"Stop beating around the bush! What the fuck do you want? ive had the worst five years of my life, but i sure as hell dont fucking remember you anywere!"

Cleopatra sighed "You're not crazy Quintin, im that werewolf you saw helping you every time"

He chuckled "Yeah right, why should i beleive you?"

"Those other werewolves are trying to kill you because you saw them kill your parents, there are laws werewolves have to follow to uphold peace between us and humans, law one; you must keep yourself an absolute secret, should a human see you, the human must be killed" She explained.

Quintin backed off more then pointed a finger, despite the fact that the two of them were alone on that rooftop, he still called out "I knew it! look! im not crazy! they really do exist!"

Cleopatra giggled "You really have been alone for a long time havent you?"

He realised he made a fool of himself "What do you want with me then? keeping me alive so you can eat me later?"

She laughed "No, for your information, humans actually dont taste at all like pork as rumors go, because you live in cities, the air pollution, your junk food diet, and other factors like over the counter medicine and illnesses like cancer, you actually taste rather horrible" She said making a gag gesture.

"So you do eat humans!" he yelled

"i said I know the taste! but no! i prefer beef, and lamb" She rose her voice slightly but then cleared her throat, Quintin saw she disliked doing that.

"So, why keep me alive then?" He asked, feeling a rather human vibe from her instead of a monster's at this point.

"To help you get a new life. Those other wolves wont stop comming after you, but i can fix that, all you need to do, is come with me"

"Where to?"

"Well firstly you made me hungry with all this eating human talk" She smiled slyly, Quintin gave a hestarical shreek, but Cleopatra laughed.

"O Relax! im toying with you, there's a 24 hour takeaway restaurant around the corner, lets go get something" She walked over to the fire escape and untied it, but saw Quintin still standing.

"You comming?"

"i, uh? well..."

"Seriously now, you can relax Quintin"

he nodded and slowly approached.

"One last thing, i know i told you im the good wolf, but spill my secret to anyone..." she climbed onto the ladder "... and ill kill you first chance i get... kapeesh?"

end chapter 1