Were-Eds and the White Wolf 1The Were-Eds and the White WolfWere-Eds and the White Wolf 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a warm night in the cul-de-sac, and Double D was typing away at his computer trying to finish his homework before their break started. However, that wasn't easy with the two distractions sitting in his room. Ed lay on the floor reading one of his comics, giggling with the turn of every page. Eddy sat on the bed, scribbling notes about his latest scam and muttering to himself loudly. Double D sighed and leaned back in his chair; even though he wasn't getting his work done, this was how he liked it, normal. His mind began to wander to events in the past; instinctively, he reached up and grabbed his neck. His hand felt nothing but smooth skin, of course it would, it had been over a month since the eclipse. The marks of that day had faded long ago. He thought about Marie and of the night they shared back then, and of the secret walks they've been taking
Were-Eds and the White Wolf 2The Were-Eds and the White WolfWere-Eds and the White Wolf 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bitter Truths and Fairy Tales
Double D walked next to the werewolf waiting for his response. He didn't fear him, but rather he felt he needed to speak to him, to find out what he had to say.
"You asked who I am," said the werewolf, "My name is Xander, I am a hybrid like you, and someone who wants to help, yet needs help himself."
Double D felt a little uncomfortable, walking next to this unfamiliar werewolf; he must have sensed this because when Double D next turned the wolf was gone. In his place was a young man, no older than Double D; he had long white hair, startling golden eyes, and when he smiled canine like fangs showed. "How," began Double D, but he was cut short. "I'll explain later," said Xander, "right now we need to focus on the matter at hand, just know I am here to help you."
"What do you mean help," asked Double D, "does this have something to do with those two." He