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(That's ok, same thing's happening with me xD)

Bernard morphed back into a wolf in mid-pounce since it was easier to chase things in that form. He skidded after the ball until he finally clamped his powerful jaws around it, slackening off the pace and letting his momentum carry him forward into a sort of roll.
He lay where he landed, his paws helping to trap the ball as he chewed on it happily, doing his best to not destroy the thing with his fangs.

"Well it does feel good to know I am not the only one this happens to. I have some weird urges, like me having to leave the party because I was about to take a bite out of that beautiful girl. I'll admit something, I have had the feel to go and turn girls and make them my mates and make a coven. But I have resisted." He said proudly

Bernard just looked up at him with his big green eyes, still gnawing on the tennis ball. He frowned slightly when he felt one of his canines pop the fuzzy green skin and he pulled back, sniffing the little round object and licking it like that would fix it.
Oops.

He yawned big showing his large fangs and then saying, "come in". The door opened and in stepped a tall man with blonde hair and red eyes. His hair was short, as he wore a white t-shirt and blue jenes. "Hey Kyle how is it going?" He had a think European accent.
"It is going good, I got a new puppy." He chuckled.
"I smelled that when I got on this floor, is he friendly?" He walked over and hopped on the couch.

Bernard looked up from the ball, flicking an ear and sniffing the air curiously as he sized the new vampire up. He stood up and walked over to him, sniffing his knee for a moment to get used to the smell and see how he was feeling at the time before wagging his tail and going back to his original spot on the floor. Deciding that he wasn't a threat as of yet he went back to chewing the tennis ball, trying not to pop any more holes in it.

"He is werewolf right?" The vampire stared at him for a long moment and watched him ready to fight as Bernard smelled him. He relaxed a bit when he wagged his tail.
"Yep he is werewolf." Kyle smiled,"Bernard this is Dimitri (I can't remember what name i used before lol), Dimitri this is Bernard." Kyle handed Dimitri a cup of red.

The werewolf thumped his tail again on the carpet, shaking his head to get some stray green fluff off his nose. It didn't really work and he ended up sneezing rather violently. Afterwards he rubbed his nose with his paws, looking rather miffed that this tennis ball was giving him so much trouble.

Dimitri started laughing, "he is funny, I like him. Is he coming for card night?" Dimitri drank the cup.
"If he wishes." Kyle stretched.

Bernard finally let out a sigh and lay there at their feet, a rush of tiredness overtaking him. He'd feel like this for a while until the full moon which was only a week away at the most; he'd get random tired stretched, occasionally mood swings and odd urges like to raid the fridge or rip up a sofa. It wasn't a lot of fun, and he sniffed at Kyle's hand like he was asking for a pet. They helped a bit, if anything gave him a little warmth.

Kyle and Dimitri had a small casual conversation about nothing in particular as he started petting Bernard with his cold lifeless fingers. He wondered what would happen if Bernard bit him if it would be like before, he touch his chest softly.

He nuzzled against Kyle's hand, closing his eyes and leaning against the couch. His hands were cold but it was still a pet so it didn't really matter to him. He made a pleased sort of grunting sound, licking his fingertips affectionately before curling up into a little fluffy ball and dozing off, his tail over his nose to keep it warm.

A loud female voice echoed through the house, " what is a werewolf doing here?!" Glass broke and a door slammed.
"Lucy calm down." Kyle started.
"Don't tell me to be calm, get that beast out of here?!" She yelled smacking Kyle in the face.

Bernard flew up, startled and quickly morphing back into his human form. For a moment he considered coming to Kyle's rescue (his protective instincts were kicking in) but remembered his warning that Lucy hated werewolves. She was a vampire too so she could probably kick his butt; Bernard wasn't exactly the strongest werewolf in the world.
So he backed off instead, cowering submissively in the corner, his head ducked and his shoulders hunched forward. If he still had a tail it would've been tucked in between his legs, poor thing.

"Get rid of it!" She hissed.
"I think you forget who owns this building and who allows you to live here." Kyle gave her a cold look. "He stays for as long as he wishes and unless he attacks you, you better leave him alone."
Lucy's eyes turned a dark red and she growled. "Lets just see who else is okay with his flea bag beinging here." She turned and walked to the door, bared her fangs at Bernard and we the out slamming the door hard.

Bernard looked like he had been slapped upside the head with a newspaper. He hadn't done anything wrong, right? There wasn't something he did to upset her? He didn't think he had tracked any mud in, he was normally pretty good about that.
It was just because he was a werewolf. It was just because he was different. He could dig that. He got it all the time.
Oh well. So long as she didn't attack him he'd do his best to not aggravate her.

"Sorry Bernard" Kyle smiled weakly with three large scratch marks on his face that were bleeding. "Hopefully she will calm down soon and not be so upset."
Dimitri sighed, "such a temper on that one. Sorry about her rudeness Bernard."

Bernard sighed, waving a hand slightly as if to say it was alright. "You're bleeding, let's get you something for your face-" He then remembered when Kyle got stabbed, he didn't need any help then. "Oh. Never mind."

"No no your worry is well, this is going to hurt a lot. Her poised me." He smiled weakly.

"She poisoned you?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. "How's that even possible? What'll help it? I don't think rubbing alcohol will exactly fix the problem." He scratched his head, frowning as he tried to think about what could possibly help a poisoned scratch.

"Her claws, it is her special power. She has poisonous claw. And nothing with help, just time. It won't kill me, just make me sick." He leaned on the sofa looking dizzy. Dimitri came up and laid him lye down. "Rest."