Mad Caleb or "Vincie"

I made a new friend. Werewolf guy, John Junior. I decided to leave Robin alone now. Better that I branch out before she gets hurt. We decided to hang out after school. The werewolf attack had failed and Vincents mom was fine. I told him to keep me out of their war and he agreed. During class, I was sitting talking to John when Vincent heard about Deans friend getting set on fire. From Dean. Who reminded him of it. Now, Vincent had forgotten everything to do with those events, so he began getting a bit weird. I stepped in, trying to cut off Dean, telling Vincent he was a compulsive liar and he was better off ignoring him. When Vincent made eye contact with me....well, it was weird. Like a hand inside my brain, squeezing and tugging at it. He called me a liar and ran off with a nosebleed(which I didn't give him). I shivered and ran to find Chantelle.

Tobias found me first and gave me a big old silver coin. He said it was to replace the one that I had given up. It was very similar and so I thanked him for the gesture. I began telling Chantelle about it and she pulled me and Tobias into a closet. I explained what was happening with Vincent and she began blathering about me stealing something from from him. I was about to do as she said when Israel showed up with it. She began making a weird circle and I decided to remove myself. I thought she was a god or alien, not some wiccan.

Me and John Junior went to hang out and he told me about Boris, a mobster, and his daughter Sasha. Apparently she was drug dealing some dangerous stuff around the school. We began plotting a little warning(non violent, I've been trying to cut back on that) and planned to meet her before school.

I met her in the hallways early the next day. Sasha is very pretty, but she was also poisoning kids, so I tried to use the carrot instead of the ten inch wolf claw. I did my best James Dean pose and she was all over me. I lead her to the car and John sat up from the back seat, starting to tie her up. I heard "HEY!" and felt my blood chill. Maybe broad daylight wasn't the best idea, but I wanted this done fast.

Vincent was running towards us and I exited the car while John held Sasha there. He demanded to know what I was doing and I told him I wanted to explain, and, when he became belligerant, I gave him to the count of three(see? I am becoming more tame). I got as far as 1 before Vince sent me flying through the car doors. Both of them. With his mind. I sat up bleeding and wiped at my nose as Vincent told JJ to let Sasha go and he obliged. Sasha thanked him and he told her to run to the principal. I snarled to my feet and asked what the hell he had done and he called me a kidnapper, a freak and all sorts of cruel words. The rest of the group was around us and I felt my cheeks burn as he called me all these things while the others took his side. I couldn't even look at Robin, afraid of seeing disappointment in her eyes or hate or fear and pain. What I didn't expect was, as Vincents eyes began to get that "Carrie" look again, was her moving in between us, cocking back her fist and slamming it into Vincents face.Vincent reeled and called me a kidnapper and Israel led him away, speaking quietly to him. It was clear whose side he had chosen. Robin, meanwhile, turned to me and dabbed at my lip with a tissue, asking if I was hurt. I felt my heart pounding fast again.

Inside, the group(except Robin, who listened to me rather than judge first)demanded my explanation. I told them of Sasha working with Boris(who Robin had heard of), of possible sources helping me(I kept JJ's involvement a secret, at least for now. I'll tell Robin, but the others need to get the sticks out of their asses first). Chantelle made some dog insults(very clever, I see why you read the announcements honey)to me and Robin told Vincent off for attacking me(she hadn't let go of my hand yet). I told her about his psychic power and that he was dangerous again. Chantelle stated that she had it under control, which made me wonder about that magic she has. Is she able to control everyone? Even me? Whats to stop her from taking over that way?


Vincent stormed off and we went to class. Ardath was missing, but that was no loss. I wondered if Robin was starting to feel better. That she needed more than a friend. Then I told myself to shut the hell up and think. A text rang out. For all of us. "Guys. Help me." Vincent was in trouble. Robin rose. Chantelle rose. Israel rose. And, like it or not, I rose. And I began dialling the gang. If he was on the road, he'd need some bikers. Like me.

Secrets.

Chantelle gave Robin a gift and a curse. Vincents demon was removed and trapped in a cylinder, a genie in the bottle. Vincent wanted to forget and Chantelle did it. He didn't remember Robin, me, Chantelle, Israel, Robins mom. I wonder who it was crueler to. I think I know the answer.

Robins mom died last week. Robin stayed with me a few days. Its okay, I had the room and she needed someone around, but her empty stares sometimes made me unnerved. Robin went to the funeral without me. She needed the friends she had before I came in and made her life more complicated. In the school, she has been cool towards everyone. I avoided touching her, even to get her attention. Puppy love isn't something she needs, I can tell by her demeanour. Before the incidents with Vincent, I had begun to feel something with her. I'm a selfish piece of shit for wanting her now. When she asked me to help her, to train her to fight against something...like me, I did it. She's stronger than she looks. She's braver than she seems. And she's more loving than she acts. She told me not to hold back and I didn't.I bruised ribs, stung her arms and at least once cracked a bone, but she didn't call halt then. She didn't tell me stop or glare at me with hate. She only had determination in her eyes. Determination and something else. We talk about Jack, her brother, the ghost. She smiles at times when I talk about him, but its a sad smile. I listen to her story(what she chooses to tell)and give my support. I feel like she gives me little gestures that mean something special, like a touch to the arm or a little cock of the head. Once she touched my hair. Am I deluding myself? Probably. Everyone deludes themselves. Vincent deluded himself believing he will forget everything forever. Ardath deluded himself of his supposed greatness. Chantelle deludes herself thinking she can keep control of a school as fucked up as this. Israel deludes himself thinking he will be human. Robin deludes herself thinking that being alone will make her stronger. And I delude myself thinking Robin will ever care about me. But there is something else happening. Its been bothering me, like a mosquito around my ear.

Robins mother was stable. Comatose, but stable. She died with Robin in the room. Robin said she went to the bathroom and came back and the nurses were trying to stabilize her again. But the nurses told me that she rang the bell to call them in. And no matter what, I can smell something on Robin. Apprehension. Fear. Guilt. If I'm right, then she has secrets. But everyone does. I'll die a million times over before I reveal hers.

He didn't even buy me dinner or "Eye for an eye".

One of the worst things in the world is group assignments. You know that? We are saddled with a bunch of robotic babies to take care of, look after and act like parents. I'm not sure I'm ready to be a parent(though I'd probably be a poppa wolf if I was). I'm looking for Robin(who chooses pretty boy Ardath)when the teacher puts me together with Vincent. Vincent, who I hate. Vincent, who emotionally brutalized Robin. Vincent, who stabbed Robins mother half to death and she is still in critical condition. So I sit there, holding the baby and trying to keep the wolf at bay. Vincent doesn't say anything and I don't say anything as well. I think we came to an understanding of how things had to be.

At lunch, I met a guy. Big biker who said he was the one behind my enrolment here, who paid my bills so I could live in my fancy house. He said that it was about time I began paying him back. I asked how and he said that the werewolves(he's a werewolf, fyi) wanted to get rid of a dangerous vampire who just happens to be Vincents mom. I remembered Vincent, his eyes inhuman, standing over Robins mother with the knife, laughing away. She needs to die. He needed to suffer for it. Eye for an eye.

Later, I got guided to the church by the group. They were preparing for a ritual, something to rid Vincent of his demon forever. When I heard this, my heart stopped. A wonderful happily ever after, wouldn't it be? Robin and Vincent, the princess and prince of the story, happy and content, human. Meanwhile the wolf is chased away to live in the foothills, no longer part of the princesses life. No longer needed. No longer cared for. I've kept my feelings to myself. I was stupid to think she'd ever choose someone like me.

Halfway through the ritual, imps appear. Attacking and burning things, trying to disrupt it. Probably sent by Samael. I answer their attack with my boots, keeping the baby safe. Vincent was selfishly sitting in his magic circle, so he didn't give a shit.

During the ritual, Vincent begins contorting and twisting. Everyone gives a token to rid him of the demon. I saw Robin, tearful, terrified and her eyes full of care. Thats when I realized.

Robin doesn't want me and she doesn't need me. She loved Vincent and she deserves to be happy.

I pulled the silver coin from my pocket. It was heavy, as big as my palm and had a silver moon engraved on the side. I smiled softly. Silver and werewolves. They had it all wrong. I tossed it into the fire, my offering to whatever powers there were at work, praying for the first time ever, to give Robin peace, give her happiness, give her love that she deserved and free the boy she loved.

Goodbye dad.