[[GOSH. My post was eaten again D: ]]

Throughout the whole conversation between Oliver and the pretty girl, Nikki stared in shock.
Why was he not liking the attention?
Maybe the girl wasn't attractive to him...
Nikki rolled her eyes to herself. She shouldn't be so worried about those kinds of things. It wasn't her business. She just had to keep repeating to herself:
Oliver. Isn't. Mine.
She ran out the door and caught up to Oliver.
"What's your problem?"
She asked in a quiet tone as she grabbed her own bag. What if he acted irritated with her too? She had to be careful, since that was the last thing she wanted.
"Usually with girls like that, guys like that kind of attention."

Oliver shrugged. "Key word is 'usually', Nikki." he replied simply as he locked the car, mashing the button with his thumb a few times. "I've only really got one pet peeve, and it's girls like that." And that, for once, was the truth. Oliver couldn't stand false girls who fell for cute boys, flirted before they knew names, or wore layers upon layers of make-up. As a human, he'd had his heart smashed to pieces by one of those girls and never trusted another of them again.

But Nikki didn't know that, so he cleared his throat awkwardly and smiled. He glanced at their room key; they had room one. The pair were already in front of the room, as that's where Oliver had parked, so he pointed to the door and grinned. "That was easy." 

As usual, his response resulted in her smiling to herself at hearing what she wanted to hear. He tended to make her do that alot.
It was then that she realized Oliver bought one room, with one bed. How did she not notice this? She was probably too busy worrying about Oliver and that girl behind the counter.
"Uh... Right. Very easy."
She said, before picking up her things and started walking. Her mind was too numb at the moment to wait for him.
I wonder why he didn't just buy seperate rooms next to eachother...
She glanced back at him before standing by the door. Knowing it was locked, she leaned against the door frame and closed her eyes, waiting for Oliver.
He's trying to tease me again...
She was sure of it. Before she went inside, she made sure to mentally tell herself that she will not be moved by any of that 'teasing' or 'flirting' he tended to do. Making her walk on air.
It wasn't going to happen during this two night stay. She wouldn't let him do it.

Oliver unlocked the door, opening the door slowly; inside, there was a large bed with a TV in front of it. A chair sat in the corner, next to a door that obviously led to the washroom. "Homey," he said as he slid inside and threw is bag into a corner. 

He stretched out on the bed with a yawn, not bothering to invite Nikki in; he knew she'd follow. "Hey," he said slowly, as if he were struggle to stay awake. "In the front pocket of my bag, there's a fifty dollar bill. Why don't you take that and get yourself something to eat? I'm just going to take a little nap..."

Oliver failed to realize, though, that in the front pocket of his bag there was also a necklace; a dainty gold chain with a small amethyst heart and tag that read 'Lilly' dangling from it. It was from one of his earlier girlfriends... the one The Alpha murdered. Not far from the situation he was in with Nikki, actually.

But before he could warn her, Oliver was out cold, snoring softly, as he lay sprawled out on top of the bed. Perhaps he was more tired than he thought. 

[[Laaaa~
I'm back for a biiiiit xD ]]

Nikki followed Oliver inside the motel room, and nodded her head to show that she agreed with him. It was homey.
She rolled her eyes as she watched him out cold.
"I told you you'd be tired..."
She mumbled though was doing a small laugh. At first she felt bad for taking his money, but finally took his offer willingly.
She grabbed his bag and found herself humming as she unzipped the bag. Maybe things would be better for them. Maybe they'll get everything out on the table about what happened a couple days before.
Maybe they could finally admit how they really felt.
Of course, just that thought made her forget she was looking inside the bag and found herself just staring at nothing imparticular, her head lost in thought.
I wonder if he really does care about me... But, is too stubborn to admit it? Or maybe he is just the type to hate to show his true emotions.
That wasn't true. He easily showed how he was feeling.
Maybe he truly just was helping me. Maybe he had no feelings for me that way, whatsoev-
Nikki had started rumaging through the bag for the money as she was thinking, and stumbled upon something that made her heart skip a beat.
And skipped a couple more.
For probably the longest minutes of her life, Nikki stared down at the piece of jewlery, tangled in her hands. She didn't what to think.
How to feel. Or, even what to do.
Those minutes of her sitting there turned into even more, counting up to an hour. But, she couldn't hold her own emotions in anymore throughout that hour.
Tears fell from her eyes like a dam being broken and letting all the water through. She finally had the presence of mind to be more quiet with her sobbing, but she knew it wouldn't wake Oliver. He was too out of it.
Finally, Nikki put the necklace back in his bag, and didn't even search for the money. She lost her appetite the second she saw a feminine name on that necklace.
Feeling numb now from the pain - feeling numb with Oliver - she went to the chair that was in the corner of the room after grabbing a blanket that Oliver wasn't using on the bed. She'd rather sleep in a uncomfortable chair, then anywhere near Oliver.
He really was playing her this whole time. Of course, that was what she was believing before, but when she said it then, there was a slightest hint of hope that she was wrong. But, seeing that necklace was proof that she was miserably right. He really was just doing all of this to hurt her.
It was then that it was more easy to hate him.

Oliver had a nightmare, then, for the first time in years.

Something large and dark was coming towards him- he was in a forest, Nikki's limp bloody body laying not far away, his own snarl echoeing in his ears. "I'm not afraid to die," he told the thing, feeling himself back up a little. "Kill me; just like you killed her." 

"But it's your fault, Ollie," a sickeningly sweet voice chimed behind him. Chills climbed up his spine as he turned around and stared at the doe-eyed girl with the beautiful black hair he'd once been in love with. Teeth marks circled her throat, and she seemed to be missing a chunk out of one leg. "It will always be your fault. Just give him what he wants."

He had forgotten about the dark mass; with a howl it lunged, and came down on him like a semi-truck. Teeth closed around his head and- 

He sat up, eyes wide, sweat making his shirt stick to him uncomfortably. Eyes darting around the room, his stomach dropped when he saw Nikki. What was she crying for? Did he say something in his sleep? How long had he been sleeping for?

"W-what's the matter?" he asked groggily, sliding off of the bed. "Nikki, why're you crying?" Oliver wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. "What's wrong?" He moved towards her tentively.

{ Whoo. Fail. } 

Nikki had planned on calming herself before tomarrow. It was dark except for a dim glow from the lamp she forgot to put out. She cursed mentally. If she would have put that out, Oliver wouldn't have seen her tears.
Instead of trying to hide how she felt, she wiped her face to get a little more decent.
"What's wrong with me? Your the one sweating through your shirt."
She wasn't saying it in a sweet tone. There was no trace of kindness in her voice. No trace of any emotion really. Everything was numb with no emotion.
She sighed, and sat up in the chair.
"Sorry."
She mumbled through my teeth, though she didn't really mean it. She got up from her seat and came towards him. She was too numb to glare at him, or be mean to him. She just felt dead. Literally everything was monotonously emotionless and just... Numb.
"Are you alright?"
She asked with her eyes not staring fully at him. If you didn't know why she was acting this way, it may look like her eyes were portraying exhaustion. But, that wasn't the case here. She honestly wasn't tired at all.

"I'm fine. Glad to see you're breathing, honestly," Oliver confessed half-heartedly. Her tone was doing nothing for his conscience but making it worse. Something was very, very wrong; a human didn't just act like that for no reason. She looked tired, but he knew that couldn't be it. She'd just slept for a good eight hours in the car. 

Using two fingers, he lifted her chin so he could look straight into her eyes, his own icy blue ones unweilding as he searched her gaze. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he remembered what he'd forgot to tell her before he fell asleep.

Lilly's necklace was in his bag. He'd meant to explain, but he was so tired from driving all day. In fact, he was still a little tired. "You didn't go get anything to eat, did you?" he asked a little stubbornly, moving towards his bag.

"You didn't even take any money, because you saw this, didn't you?" He hissed icily as he pulled the necklace out. It tinkled lightly as the charms banged against each other. He stared at her, ex
pression dark and hard to read. 

[[I have to go D: Byee]]

Usually, if he touched her chin that way, or looked at her that way, Nikki would have goose bumps all of her body. But, right now she was too hurt to like anything he did anymore.
How did he know so quickly what was wrong with her? Could he read her mind?
Maybe she was becoming to typical and predictable with him. Being jealous about every girl that came into their way.
Maybe that was why he didn’t care much about her. Maybe she was annoying.
Her head was blank on how to answer his question. It wasn’t that she was hiding anything now, it was more of, this was her time to say how she felt. She had to say everything right.
Finally, she gave up logic and whispered, quoting what she said before,
“I told you, you have to stop. It’s too much for one heart.”
She sighed quietly and finally looked back at his eyes.
“I’m done with this, Oliver. I’m sick of feeling this way. Your saving me from these… People yes. But… Couldn’t you do that without hurting me so badly?”
Tears brimmed her eyes once she asked that, and she didn’t bother taking them away. She didn’t even notice them.

[[UGHHH, Mooooo D:
I've written about five prologues for this, and all of them are stupidly crappy. D:
I need your amazing skill D:
Bahahahaha... 
Actually I'm serious. D: I'm trying to make prologues about missing people, just to show how long it's been happening in that town. But nothings working. I tried to just put it off and start chapter one, but... It was even more crappy. D:  ]]

{ lol. The prologue for my own novel/book thing isn't too shabby. :u Want me to assist you? <3 }

Oliver stared at the necklace for a moment, frowning to himself. "I don't understand what's hurting you," he muttered, setting the jewelry down gently on his bag. "The girl this necklace belonged to is dead, and has been for a long time." He glanced sideways at Nikki.

"Perhaps you should stop taking everything as a personal assault. I have feelings too." Casting a wary look at the clock, his stomach did a summersault. It was nearing ten O'clock PM. That meant... he cursed.

"I have to go," he told her anxiously, moving to set one hand on her cheek. "Don't follow me, whatever you do. Stay here. I'll be back in the morning. It'd be best if you got some rest." And with that, he kissed her on the forehead and made his exit, using his werewolf strength and speed to take him away from the motel as quickly as possible, once he was out of her sight.

The moon shone high in the sky, completely full, beaming like a golden light. Oliver barely made it into a thick forest before he collapsed, body spasming. His bones realligned themselves, thick hair growing along his body. He howled, pain racking his body. It had begun. 

{ lol. Skip to morning, CH? :3 Have her wake up and Oliver's not there? } 

[[Yes D:
My idea for one part of the prologue was to just show a little girl being forgotten from her family at a park when they left - maybe since the family was large - and I had Riven take her.
But you have no idea how crappy I played Riven. I can't even show you, it's shameful. Part of it is because I haven't written by myself in a while. I've been doing roleplays all summer, and avoiding writing myself. D: So it's going to be crappy for a while before I do more practicing D:
I'll reply in a moment D:
I'm not really replying too all of my 'bigger post' roleplays because my sister and her friend are being loud. So don't think I'm ignoring you, I just can't concentrate D: ]]

[[NO I CAN'T D:
I told you, I haven't written in a while, so it's completely HORRIBLE D:
But, I will give it to you... After I edit it so that it's not completely horrible <333 ]]

[[UGHHHHH I'm still procrascinating on a reply. I saw you on and forced myself, decided to post :D ]]

His response surprised her, though she didn't show it on the outside. Why was she feeling bad for the way she was feeling?
Why was it everything turned around to make her look bad? It made her want to cry a little more but she chose not to.
"Fine."
She said through her teeth biterly at his response. When he left, she immediately wiped her forehead and cheek. She refused to enjoy the tingle that stayed from his touch, even though she'd wiped it.
When he was gone, she closed the door with a slam and went on the bed. Purposely not laying on the side that he was mostly on before. She didn't want anything to do with him.
But she still felt bad for those hateful thoughts.
Hopefully this wouldn't be like last time. Like when she hated him before, but he immediately tugged her heart to him again.
She wouldn't let it happen again.
But, she couldn't help but wonder what happened to the girl, 'Lily'. Oliver had said she died. Maybe it was his mom?
No. She wouldn't let herself think that she was crying all night because she thought Oliver was in love with his mom. That would just make her look stupid then she already felt.
That night, she didn't fall asleep fast. But, atleast she finally got her eyes to close after another hour of just laying on the bed, refusing to cry.

[[Sorreh D:
I just realized I gave you nothing.
I can time skip to next day if you wanaa?]]