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Kat started crying. "Theres so much thats wrong with me! Why is it al happening now?! I died! What's going on?!" She leaned over and cried into his shoulder. She didn't know what was going on.
"You put up with me even when I was being, well I was being a b***h. Why would you do that?"

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Jeff laughed and grabbed Yakov, "To my room, I need to use my straightner," He dragged him up to his room and unlocked his door.
"After you," He slipped in after Yakov and dropped the shopping bags on the floor and started pulling his new leather clothes out from the bags/

Kat looked straight at Curtis and sniffled. She made eye contact only for a second, she wasn't in the mood for a stare off and wuickly looked away. She put her arms around him and fekt how warm he was, he was burning up compared to her.
"I'm sorry, for this morning and last night and I'm sorry for everything." She held him tighter, not wanting to ever let him go. She could feel the warm blood pump through his viens that were just under her hands. The hunger was still knawing in a very deep part of her stomach but she tried to ignore it.

Ten minutes later Jeff was fully prepared for his dress rehersal. He was wearing his brand new black leather pants with his black leather boots that strapped over his pants. They gave him a good two to three inches more. He had his black belt with studded wings as a buckle.

He had a white button up with unbuttoned sleeves and popped collar. The first three and the bottom two buttons on the front of the shirt were also unbuttoned all underneith a tight black tee with a grey/silver guitar with wings and skulls in the background accented with red scrawled writting diagonally across his chest.

He had slipped into his new leather jacket and had also slipped on his silver skull and cross rings. His neck had a black lace collar with a red jemed cross.

He had put on his guy-liner, thick black with a curve downwards on the outer corners of his eyes. On his right cheek he had a black star. He had all of his small black and silver hoops in his ears, seven on one side and five on the other.

He straightened his bangs and they swooshed across the front of his face while the rest of his hair was spiked with gel. All the black he was wearing made his hot pink streaks stand out even more in his blonde hair.

Jeff stretched before reaching under his bed and pulling out his black guitar case and slung it across his back.
"Are you quite ready, yet?"

Jeff chuckled. "Just as long as you don't smudge the guy-liner." He walked over and had to bend down even farther to reach Yakovs ready lips. He tasted so good, Jeff didn't want to leave but, the boys would kill him. He broke the kiss and licked Yakovs cheek before turning and opening the door.
"Follow if you dare..." He winked and headed out.

Jeff smiled back at Yakov and gave him no answer.

They left the dorms and headed back into town but it was a short walk. Jeff turned down an alley between a bookstore and an abandonded movie theater. There were plenty of signs that said no trespassing and danger and all the lovely things that Jeff always ignored. He found the right window and lifted up, he then creapt inside and head around all the dust covered lobby furniture and slipped in a door marked staff only. The narrow hallway then lead to another door that was already opened a jar and Jeff went throught it. It lead to the actual theater but the screen had been torn and on the small outcroping underneith the screen had been made a stage, fully equiped with drums, mics, speakers, and people.

The guy at the drums was completly bald and wearing black shades and a business suit. He looked about 35. There was a guy messing around with a bass guitar who had very long, black wavy hair and wore tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt. He had a dog collar around his neck and gages in his ears. He looked about 27. Then there was a guitar player, he looked the youngest, around 17. He had light brown hair that was all straightened so it just reached the tops of his shoulders. He had glasses and was wearing a dark blue and black striped tee with tight black washed jeans and old blue converse high tops on his feet.

He turned to Yakov as the guys on stage started waving at Jeff.
"Ok, the drummer is Richard, but we call him Rich," The drummer waved.
"Our guitar player is Kyle," Kyle smiled and raised his hand.
"And last but not least, our bass guitar player is Lee," Lee waved.
"Oh, and everyone, this is Yakov," He put his arm around Yakov and smiled up at his band which then made cat calls and the most abscene noises possible. How he loved them.

"Okay..." Connor breathed, "I admit it. I'm pissed. Pissed at irony more than anything. Maybe I deserved it for shooting the wrong wolf." Speaking of wolves, where was the angry mate? He lifted his head just a bit and scanned what he could of the forest. "Where is he?"

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"I forgive you," Curtis told her. "At least we are learning about what this injection does to you. Perhaps there are no more surprises left. " He glanced at the rabbit in its gory state of demise. Katra hadn't really... eaten... it. It'd been more like... drinking. Perhaps that had been enough to last her a little while, but rabbits weren't much. In his wolf form he needed three or four to consider then a semi-decent meal.

"Are you still hungry?" he asked.

Kat nodded. She was affraid to open her mouth. Something again was wrong with her teeth but she didnt want to worry Curtis. The hunger was already coming back, ten fold.