Night Angels (Beast & Beauty) by Jessie M

Shit no! I really don't fucking believe it, Kyle.”
    “ You never believe anything about me, except the worst. But that's your problem.”
    He made his way back upstairs, leaving his brother standing and staring after him. How he enjoyed having had the last word. He smiled wickedly as he turned on the curved staircase and looked down at him. He sniggered.
    Let him chew on that.
     
    Melanie texted him twice as he sat at his computer with his phone next to him, looking blindly at the messages.
    “Thinking about you”
    “A LOT”
    Under normal circumstances he'd be texting her back a loaded reply and they'd probably have a very dirty and really enjoyable text chat, but he didn't feel in the mood.
    He replied briefly, so as not to upset her.
    “ Thinking about you too. Going to sleep now. So tired :)”
    Then he switched his phone off.
    He so needed to escape the thoughts whirring around in his head right now.
    He hardly ever got drunk, not deliberately anyway, but tonight seemed as good a time as any to break with tradition. He rose from his chair and got a few beers out of his cooler fridge. With disappointment he realised that there weren't actually enough bottles to get drunk with. He went downstairs to the drawing room to raid his dad's wine supply. He wouldn't miss a couple of bottles, he had dozens. He grabbed three to be on the safe side, and then made his way back up the stairs. Martha followed him up, but he stopped her. He needed to be alone right now.
    “No, not tonight girl... Not tonight,” he said sadly and he left her outside his room and closed the door.
    He played some loud, rousing music, through his computer speakers, to get him going and invade his head. The Kings of Leon, 'Sex on Fire'... Very appropriate after the day he'd had.  After putting on a t-shirt, he lounged back on the bed, with his pillow propped up behind him. He unscrewed the cap and sunk a whole bottle of red wine within a couple of minutes, before the track had even ended. God he loved the KoL guys... When it ended, he got up and forwarded to 'Use Somebody' and lay down again... His head was feeling very fuzzy and warm. Suddenly his predicament didn't seem to be quite so bad.
    So what if I'm a werewolf… So fucking what?
    It wasn't like he was dying or anything. Just a bit different, that's all. A changed state. A new state of awareness... the animal kind.
    He opened the second bottle and sipped at it. He'd just have to make the best of things. Maybe he could work something out with Mel, bite her as well, and they could still be together, like a pair of wild dogs.
    No, he couldn't do that to her... Fuck! What was the matter with him? Probably a bit drunk, that's what...
    He sat sipping until number two was empty, and then, his head spinning like crazy, he decided number three would be a bottle too far. He closed his eyes and drifted off, fast sleep. He didn't care if he had a hangover tomorrow and the next day, or was sick everywhere in the night. At least he wasn't awake, sober and thinking right now.
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    He awoke with a start. Someone was pounding on his door, shouting... It was Chris.
    Damn, did I actually lock the door?
    He dragged himself up and staggered over to open it, heavy headed and a little nauseated.
    And there, sure enough, stood his brother with Melanie at his side.
    “Not a good time,” he said, turning and staggering back to his bed.
    “I don't care if it's a good time or not. I want to know how you could do this to me,” Chris demanded, storming into his room and looming over him as he lay on the bed.
    “We just did,” he muttered, his head beginning to thump painfully, a stabbing behind his eyes.
    “ You just did ? YOU JUST DID....?” His eyes blazing as he boomed at him. “If you weren't my brother I'd fucking kick your ass...” Kyle had never seem his brother so angry. “For God's sake, please tell me it isn't true...” he said, in such a hurt voice that Kyle was almost sorry for