"Jeremy, I think you're drunk," I said, watching him gulp his fifth drink. We were at a club deep into the mountains, barely outside at a wolf pub. He laughed, obviously not paying any attention to me.

I felt like I needed to put him on a leash sometimes. Jeremy talked with two older women far too old before I slid in, tugging his arm.

"Jeremy!"

"Yeah, blue boy," he said, rolling his eyes. I pulled him away from the woman willingly, and he yelled to them, "Ladies, I'm going to need him for a moment," as we met with Erin and Jessica. The ladies giggled as they wandered off. Embarrassed, Jeremy flipped the bird in my direction.

"Seriously, Jeremy," I said. "That's all you've got?" He grumbled and moaned.

"Hey, are you drunk?" I asked. I leaned into Jeremy to smell his breath but quickly flinched away.

"I-I don't know. Are you a vampire? Y-you can sense shit," he slurred, barely holding himself upright. "Hey, does anyone know your secret, or is it just me?"

I held back nervous laughter as I grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him out of the bar. Erin and Jessica followed. The whole time he was screaming, "He's a VAMPIRE! He's a VAMPIRE!"

Erin grabbed the car keys from his pocket while I opened the passenger side door and shoved Jeremy, and he argued with Erin about who would drive. We finally got Jeremy to be quiet after throwing up once in the car and passing out.

Erin put the keys in the ignition, and the car rumbled to life. "Let's see what this baby can do," Erin said, revving the engine. Jessica and I hopped into the back seat, monitoring Jeremy. Erin raced down the road, getting faster and faster when we hit the freeway.

Besides burning rubber, the streets were quiet as Erin sped up. We finally pulled into the cabin parking lot a few minutes later and helped Jeremy out of the car, trying not to get caught by the elder wolves. Erin threw Jeremy over his shoulders and heaved him back to our cabin while Jessica and I followed.

"Jeremy, wake up," Jessica slapped him hard, with hardly an eye flutter. Then he peeled his eyelids open as he stared off at something in the room.

"What happened?" He asked.

"You're drunk as shit," Erin replied with chuckles. "How the fuck did you even get into a bar, let alone get wasted?"

"Fake ID," Jeremy held his wallet unsteadily above his line of vision. "Dude, did you scratch me?" he asked, lifting his shirt. He had five huge gashes on his right rib and teeth marks on the other side.

"No," I replied.

"Wait, did you bite me, Adam?" He asked me.

"No," I deadpanned.

"Holy shit!" He sunk into the mattress, still half-drunk in a panic. "I'm going to be one of those weird hybrids mutts. Part werewolf, part incubi, and part vampire."

"Maybe?" Erin said.

"Hey, what about Blake? You promised me you would see her," he asked, staring at me.

"Jeremy, don't change the subject," I growled.

"I'm serious," he urged on. "You promised Erin, too."

"Yeah, but I don't want to. What if I can't control myself and me—"

"ADAM!" He urged.

"Seriously, not a good time for this," Erin told Jeremy. Not only did we have to sober Jeremy up, but we had to find the bitch that bit him and hope his dad wouldn't have to find out about this, and the bitch that bit me, too. Jessica dabbed Jeremy's vampire bite on his side. He hissed as the alcohol seeped into his fresh fang wound.

"Don't be such a fucking baby, Jeremy," Erin growled. Jeremy glared at Erin, and my best friend rolled his eyes.

"Keep that covered," Jessica instructed. I smacked my lips, hunger pains tearing into my gut, and I wandered to the nearest trashcan in case I had the urge to vomit blood.

My eyes fluttered open, and my double vision focused on the fresh smell of blood behind the cabin door. The doorbell rang, and Erin sprang across the upper hallway. "I'll get it," he said.

A broad boy with bright blue eyes stood in the opening, staring at Erin with a big grin: a white t-shirt, dark sweats, long, bitter-looking fingernails, and running shoes. I could no longer smell human flesh, but I didn't feel uneasy.

"Uh, hi. You ordered a pizza," the boy said. We watched in the background with raised eyebrows, and the boy pulled three pizzas from a large sack.

Erin combed his fingers through his hair and pointed to his distant bed. "Drop it there." He ordered.

"Yes, uh, sir?" The boy pulled away from the door frame, peering into the room at the three of us.

"Why the fuck would you order a pizza right now?" I snapped at him as the boy swiftly dropped the pizza and left. Erin snatched a piece from the box and took it in a mouth full.

"I'm starving," He said with a shrug. I rolled my eyes as Jessica pressed the alcohol to Jeremy's fading fresh wound.

"Is it going to hurt?" Jeremy asked.

"Is what going to hurt?" Erin asked.

"When my heart stops beating—will it hurt?" Jeremy directed his attention to me this time.

"How would I know? I had drugs and alcohol in my system," I snarled.

"Oh, well, it's a bloody good thing I had a couple of bloody beers before this bitch sunk her fangs into my goddamn arm, isn't it?" Jeremy panicked as the fang marks stitched together on their own. I could no longer make out Jeremy's shallow breathing between Erin's obnoxious smacking in the distance. Maybe that was when he completely stopped sucking in the not-so-fresh air. Either way, Jeremy was standing, and two seconds later, he hit the deck, slamming his head on the bed frame before Jessica could catch him.

"A little help would be nice," Jessica growled at Erin and me. Erin shoved his slice back into the box as Jessica grumbled something incoherent, and we rushed over to lift Jeremy off the floor and onto the bed.

"He's not breathing!" I said in a panic.

"No, duh," Jessica bellowed, heaving Jeremy's limp arm to the mattress. "He's turning, just like you did."

"Damn," I said. "Is there any way to stop it?"

"Nope," Erin replied. "He has to ride it out."

"Great," I muttered. Now we had a second vampire attack on our hands. One is me, and the other is my worst nightmare, Jeremy-fucking-Layman. Now that he possessed the power of three different supernatural beings, he was a force to be reckoned with, but at least I knew he was an ally.