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There's blood on her hands, in her hair, on her face, under her fingernails, and it won't go away. There's blood on the floor, staining it. They just had it polished last week.
There was blood on his face, in his mouth-
She closes her eyes and tries to stop thinking.
She's left alone on the grass. The sun is still out. The curtains across the street suddenly draw closed.
She can't stay here. But she can't just leave him. They both need to leave.
She stays where she is.
She can hear crying inside. The sound of a body being dragged, head thudding against the wooden floor. Something falling- not fragile, and so unbroken. Pleas for him to wake up, please. Glass shattering. Crying.
About ten minutes pass.
She curls up next to the door, shaking, feeling his pain. She's fucked everything up, can't help him. She ruins everything she touches.
He comes back outside. He's wearing a leather jacket that doesn't fit quite right, although she can already see that his body will change to fit it. Werewolves are stronger than humans.
"Let's go. I can't stay here."
Juliet leads the way in silence. She doesn't know what to say. When they arrive she tucks them away from view around the side of the house and messages Matt on her phone.
"Everything's louder," he whispers, twitching whenever a bird or a squirrel engages in ordinary animal behavior.
I fucked up. Come outside, I have Isaac with me.
"Just like the old days."
He looks to her for approval before he starts climbing.
-where he's waiting for her. He wraps her in an embrace, ignoring Isaac entirely.
She clings to him, burying her face into his shirt.
"He's dead. I - this keeps happening."
"Shhh. It's going to be okay. Don't worry, Juliet. We'll get through this."
They might sound like platitudes, but she can feel his confidence in them. They're unshakeable.
"I'm going to sleep. I can take the closet."
He opens it, not waiting for permission, clearing some space.
"You're not sleeping in the closet," she directs at Isaac, then shakes her head and looks up at Matt. "I need to... one of his neighbours saw us. I caught them looking through the window. I should go to the police station, tell them - tell them there was an argument and he had a heart attack."
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