Chapter 3: The Confession

"What?" Christian frowned. "But I thought you were aware that we kissed and had sex that night. Justine? A part of me wanted to punch you in the face for once because of what you did. Then I realized you were my best friend."

I turned around and pointed my face back to the lavatory when my entire face flushed red. Left speechless, I rolled my eyes while gathering the right words to come up with a reasonable answer to Christian's question.

"So, are you just gonna ignore me, huh?" he added, "I was supposed to be the one to get mad instead of you. Why can't you explain to me why you did it?" He added. This time, the tone of his voice sharpened.

"Christian, I killed someone last night." The confession was the only thing that came out of my helpless brain.

I confessed in order for him to get to the bottom of everything - the reasonable answer to his question. Then I mustered the courage deep beneath my core, human and wolf, and turned around and fixed my eyes on Christian.

"Can you say that again?" Several long curve lines were carved on his forehead while looking at me with utter dismay and apprehension.

"You heard me, dude. I killed someone the other night - a middle-aged woman. Christian, I'm not the person who you think I am. I'm a meat-eating monster."

That confession was pretty hard for me, but to my surprise, Christian burst into laughter. "And what does it have to do with what happened between us that night? I didn't kill anyone, Justine."

Despite his laughter, my entire face remained solemn. Not even a single muscle of my face moved while staring at him.

"Everything, Chris. Everything has to do with what happened between us that night. I have had this curse since I turned eighteen. That anyone whom I kissed will die." To make it more convincing, I leaned closer to him and rubbed my lips on his mouth.

It took me ten seconds to kiss Christian before he pushed my body away by force. Afterward, he punched me in the face. Hard enough a cut was marked on my cheek and a drop of blood was ejected.

But I did not fight back. Instead, I ignored the pain. I even let him see my face healing. "See? Nothing happened to you. And I have been trying to unfold what the hell was going on. Why are you immune to my kiss?"

As soon as I realized Christian's expression was blazing in rage, my wolf regretted kissing him again. I was not thinking thoroughly at that moment. What if the incident that happened between us that night was simply a coincidence?

What if he died right after the second kiss? That would make him the second human whom I murdered in a single day. Good thing nothing happened to him. And that made me completely confused. How I wish I could have someone to ask about this curse that befallen me.

"You need to see a doctor, Justine. Get your brain scanned or something to straighten that curved brain of yours. You're about to go crazy." Christian jumped out of the bed and rushed outside.

A part of me wanted to follow and stop him - to at least apologize sincerely for what I did. However, even if I manage to stop him, I believe, he will not listen to my nonsense reasoning.

Even my wolf, himself, found the confession ridiculous and unbelievable. A cursed kiss? Who on earth would believe such a thing existed in a human world with advanced technologies?

While holding onto that thought, something ridiculous flickered into my helpless brain. Something that Christian needed to defend my claim. Someone should die again right in front of his face.

Not one, two, or three, but more. The higher the number, the better. My wolf was willing to sacrifice a few number of humans for him to stay with me. To believe me. He was the only human being out of the billions I trusted the most.

Later that night, I decided to miss work. I'm afraid the cops might have been searching for me in the restaurant for possible interrogation about what happened to the middle-aged woman who died in her condominium unit.

I put on everything black starting from the leather jacket, baseball cap, and even sunglasses to begin my ridiculous plan. Ten minutes later, I found myself standing in a huge landscape of the public market surrounded by hundreds if not, thousands of my target humans.

Whoever they are, I felt pity for them and their family in advance. But I encouraged myself to believe and think that I was ending their lives to end their sorrows, pain, and never-ending problems they were facing and about to face.

So, the crime has begun.

The next morning, I kept staring and scrolling at my phone, logging into all my social media accounts to check if the news about the ten humans I kissed last night already reached the media.

And my instinct was proven right.

"Ten bodies found dead with no wounds, bruises, or any lethal weapons around them," I muttered to myself while reading what was written on the news. "However, a few witnessed and reported that someone kissed them and turned dead in just a matter of seconds."

That was enough proof for Christian to believe me. I'm pretty sure the news about the ten dead bodies already reached the school and the restaurant.

While thinking about the possible outcome, I realized that what I did was murderous. Utter madness. That if Christian confesses something about what I told him, my days in the human world are going to end sooner than I expected.

Bullshit. What was I thinking? I'm only worsening my first case. I could have just apologized to him even a million times for him to accept it. To give me another chance to be his best friend again.

But after what I did, I'm not even sure if he could forgive me anymore. Or worse, he will never talk to me again as he might get terrified when I'm close to him.

Even though it was already late, I went to the school to check out on Christian. I did not receive any text or call from him since he disappeared like thin air from my apartment.

I could not blame him for that. What I confessed to him was utterly ridiculous. And there he is, solemnly seated on his chair.

"Chris, can we talk for a second?" I pleaded in a soft tone.

"There's nothing to talk about, Justine. I already believed in you," those were the words that came out of Christian's with his eyes fixed on the phone in his hands.

When I got the chance to lay my gaze on the phone, the news about the ten dead bodies greeted my eyes. He then switched it off when he realized I was staring at it.

He turned his face at me with a half smile on his face. "Dude, how on earth could you do that? I mean... At first, I thought you needed to go to rehab or some expert doctors 'cause you were telling me ridiculous things already. Who could have believed a cursed...?"

Well. That's what I thought as well.

Before Christian could finish his statement, I wrapped my hands around his mouth. His reaction told me that the real culprit hadn't been determined yet.

I reached out to his hand and dragged him out of the room. He did not reply when I asked him to go with me to the nearest forest. At first, he was uncertain, believing I might kiss him again.

Nevertheless, because I told him there was more to the cursed kiss than meets the eye, he agreed to skip classes with me. That was why I badly needed someone like Christian. Someone I could trust my secret.

As soon as we reached the heart of the forest, I enhanced my werewolf senses and carried them throughout the area to make sure no one followed us.

"Wooh? What are you doing?" Christian's eyes enlarged when I started taking off my clothes right in front of him.

"Trust me on this one, Chris. Don't worry, I'm not gonna ask you to have sex with me again." I turned around and removed my boxer shorts. "What happened between us that night was a huge mistake. I'm not gonna let that happen again. I'm not gonna let our friendship be ruined because of that mistake."

After nothing left of my body, I dropped my right knee on the ground, shifted the color of my eyes, and into a wolf for the first time since I turned eighteen.

I turned around back to Christian and found him stunned and dumbfounded. My transformation struck him like a bolt of lightning.

His heartbeats were pounding like thunder accompanied by his trembling arms and legs. My wolf even smelled the stinky scent that soaked his jeans.

"This is the real me, Chris. I'm a werewolf. Half-human, half-wolf. And I've been keeping this secret not just from you but for all the humans around me." After letting out those words, I shifted back to my human form and put on my clothes.

But even in my human form, Christian's body was still as hard as stone as he was seated on. So, I patiently waited for his pounding heartbeats to ease and stood next to him.

Three hours later, the sun was already at its peak. Good thing I picked a dense forest to unfold my secrets so that we could not feel the direct skin-aching rays from the sun.

"So, you were a werewolf. Half-human and half-wolf. And you also have a cursed kiss that can kill people like me?" He spoke up, but his apparent stuttering was completely obvious.

"Yeah, everything you said was right, Chris apart from the fact that you are still alive after getting a kiss from me twice." I heaved an abrupt sigh, ejecting those worries and fears out of my chest.

"What about me?" He asked back.

"I mean... We both remembered that we had promising sex that night on my birthday. I remembered kissing you - and you kissing me back. Even felt how sweet and scented your lips were. But you miraculously get passed the curse. I don't have a single clue why."

"Should we do it again?" Christian's suggestion startled me to the point that I could not help but drag my curious and furious gaze at him.

While looking at his innocent face, I gulped a bulk of water down to my throat, accompanied by the warm air that caressed our cold skin, and dirty thoughts ran wild inside my brain.

A part of me was tempted by his proposal which was supposed to be not since I am into women. Never in my life had I thought about falling in love with a male human.

Why on earth would he want us to do it again? I'm not gonna risk his life for the uncertainties. Kissing him twice might be a miracle. But the third one might end up his life.

Partly startled, I stepped back with my hand hung in the air when Christian moved out of his seat and was about to slide into my spot.

"Are you scared of me now?" he continued. "I like you, Justine. And I have no regrets that we kissed and made love that night. I knew that we shared the same feelings when we made love on the bed, didn't you?"