This is a werewolf,vampire and so on story. It's just the rough draft so it does have a lot of errors and things that I have to change. Please tell me what you think(even if you don't finish reading it), positive or negative. Your thoughts help.
It was dark but I could still identify some of my surroundings. The small den-like basement smelled of hay, which is what I sat on. It poked into my bottom and stuck to the blue jean shorts I wore. Sweat beads clung to my golden hair that was becoming a mess. Heat was not the only thing that caused sudor to form. But the man who stood in front of me was the most plausible reason. In his plump hands he held alarming objects. The right hand held a horse whip, the other a small pocketknife. How could something like it be beautiful? The shimmering effect off of the black background lured me in.
I snapped out of the trance of the steel and tried to get a better look at the man. I didn’t even know how I got here. Alls I remember is walking home, and then everything went blank from there.
“What do you want!?” I asked, trying my hardest to hide the fear. But he could probably see it in my wide brown eyes. A full moon shone on my back, slicing through the barred window like blades. Each splinter of silver focused near me, making me fully visible. But the man still stood away, hidden. I could only see his nice brown dress shoes and the bottom of his khaki pants. He was dressed well, which didn’t look like a red flag to me? But, I was tied up at the ankles and wrists. It was giving me rope burn, an itchy rope burn. Maybe he would scratch them for me?
“You’re Max Wulf’s kid, right?” a shaky voice challenged. It was in between nervous and excited. I kept my eyes on the feet, one moved a step. Then, the other until his whole body came into view. I recognized him right away by one of my dad’s descriptions. He’s tall, around six-foot-two, and over on the chunkier side. A few strands of greasy blond hair were slicked back, and raving blue eyes looked down at me. Samuel Wells. He didn’t look like a killer at all. The world these days are full of surprises.
“Yes,” I nodded as calmly as possible. I kept the eye-to-eye contact.
“You’re dad ruined my life!” Samuel almost screamed. But he knew to keep his voice down to nobody could hear. What did he plan on doing? I couldn’t move my arms or legs, they had gone numb from a loss of circulation. How long had I actually been here? When Samuel took a couple of strides to get behind me, my panic rose. My heart was beating like crazy. I could feel it in my throat. I swallowed hard to try to force the thumping back down to my chest. It didn’t work. The glob of saliva got stuck and I almost choked on it, making me cough.
“My kids and my wife, GONE!” Samuel roared in a low whisper.
“Well, you attempted a murder, and my dad is a cop-slash-judge,” I explained with a small shrug. Even that much movement made my body ache. There was a powerful stinging sensation on my back. The pain clicked in my brain, causing me to let out a lone scream. Samuel whipped me? He actually whipped me!? What did I do? I don’t even remember seeing him ever. Only pictures that my dad showed me gave away who he was.
“Yes, I did attempt a murder, but now I won’t fail,” he muttered. I didn’t know if he was talking to me or not. But it made me gulp anyways.
“Max will pay by one of his kids disappearing,” Samuel rambled on. He was tugging on my shirt, then growled. Samuel moved to my front and pulled the knife from his belt pocket. He cut down my shirt, and purposely got my skin. My chest bled, a long ugly gape showing fully. I started crying, my tears mixed in with mucus. Samuel moved back, and whipped me once more. This time the damage was more severe because there was no boundary between the horsewhip and my hide. I knew the wounds would heal within three days, but it just wasn’t right.
“Please, please just stop,” I implored. My angelic features where disguised by a red and puffy face. Samuel took a long stride in front of me and knelt down so we were eye level with each other. I could’ve easily spat in his wretched face right there, but dared not to. His eyes were blood shot and I could smell the alcohol in his breath.
“You, don’t know what you’re doing, you’re drunk,” I sniffled. I couldn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. It was no longer melodic, but hoarse and high-pitched.
“Hah! I don’t know what I’m doing?” Samuel laughed. The stench of the air he breathed out could’ve dropped flies. He brought the blade to my petrified face, still chuckling. In one quick movement, he struck down. For a second I didn’t know what had just happened. Then, blood dribbled down the left side of my face. I could no longer see out of the eye on that side. My mouth hung agape as no words would form. The sound finally came out as a cry of terror to what had just occurred. Samuel crowed louder than before, but he still couldn’t drown out my noise.
The moon, the goddess of the hunt, laughed at me from its zenith. Mocked me. It was at the same phase it was four years ago. I would never forget. How could I forget?
“Beo, are you sure we aren’t going too far?” Mika Palvey asked with a worried look on her round face. She looked up at me with pansy purple eyes, the irises of her departed mother. Mika was tiny for a ten year old, the same age I was. She looked frail, but had more courage than any lion. She was always sticking up for me in grade school, much to my embarrassment. Mika had let go of my hand and stood frozen. Her black curls rolled on her shoulders with the zephyr. We hadn’t decided to wear our jackets, and she didn’t even wear her sweatshirt. I sighed, then pulled my green wool sweater off and handed it to her. She gave me a wide thirty toothed smile, and put the sweater on.
“Thank you Beo,” she giggled, grabbing my hand. We continued onward again. I didn’t exactly know where we were going. Flowers surrounded us, their neon colors noticeable against the night sky. A full moon watched over us, guiding our way like a flashlight. No clouds dared to block its view of us. “She’s always watching you,” my dad had told me when I was four as we looked in a telescope. I had smiled up at him, “and you too.”
The small breeze made the perennials sway to one side then the other. I didn’t think much about what time it was. Mika and I had left at least around nine.
“Beo, where are we going?” Mika asked me. She didn’t glance in my direction, but at the trees around us. I never saw the place the way I did right there. The trees were like towers around us. They didn’t have any intentions on letting us leave the area. I was starting to feel lost, and almost to the point…scared. Mika must’ve felt the tense air around me and looked into my eyes. Hers showed concern and query.
“I’m not sure,” I mused.
“Are we lost?”
“Sure,” I nodded, breaking the eye-to-eye contact.
The last thing I needed was for her to think I was hopeless. I almost rolled my eyes at myself. Ha, I thought to myself, of course I know where I am going.
There was an ominous howl that broke the silence. I pulled my hand away from Mika’s grip and turned around with the heel of my muddy white sneakers. She didn’t utter a word. The only thing we could hear was our steady breathing. Mika was looking at me; I could sense her full eyes lock onto my back. There was something moving in the foliage. I turned a little bit more to the east, or what I thought was east. Whatever way, I turned to the left. Leaves moved from side to side. Something I had seen in a movie. But what usually pops out is a small adorable rabbit.
What bounded in front of us was NO rabbit. It looked more like a mutated wolf that’s bigger than an adult polar bear. Its jagged claws dug into the large flower bed. I swore I heard the worms screaming beneath us. The power and strength emitted off of the creature, almost bringing me to my knees. Crimson red eyes glared down at us, showing me the hunger the monster felt. A tail swooshed, shattering the bark off of a tree. The two canine teeth hung below the black lips. It lowered its head, snarling, showing us the full set of razors. The muscles in the wolf’s body twitched for the longing to move, to attack.
“Mika! RUN!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
She did just as I commanded, and bolted into the forest behind us. But, the monster leaped into the air before I could follow. The black furs camouflaged into the sky, making him disappear for sixty seconds. Then, it was on top of me. His massive paws pinned me down so I couldn’t move anything but my legs which I kicked up, but still couldn’t reach the wolf. The nails dug into my shoulders, I cried out in agony by the sudden pain. Then, my arms went numb. Crimson liquid splattered across the tops of colorful flower petals. Teeth sank into my side. He jerked his head powerfully, taking out a chunk. My screams for help were only answered by the creature’s irritated growls. Blood shot to my face, making me see the world in red. Everything smelt and tasted terrible, like copper or iron. I was being killed, pulled apart limb by limb. Who knew how much of me they would find. Would there even be anything left to show I had once been an actual human. Or would it just look like an unrecognizable pile of flesh and muscle. My head was getting fuzzy, my screams becoming lugubrious moans.
Please let Mika get away.
Samuel looked at me in horror. My blood-curdling wails no longer sounded anything human. I knew what was happening; I should’ve seen it coming. I would’ve warned him. But my thoughts were clouded by hatred, anger, and hunger. Samuel was walking backwards toward the door. But with my now enhancing sense of smell, he wouldn’t be able to run away. Even after twenty years it would still be able to find him.
“What-what’s happening?” Samuel squealed like a little girl.
I couldn’t answer him; my mouth was no longer made for human speech. It was forming into a wolf’s muzzle. Even if this happens at least two times a week, the torment of the whole transformation still kills me. The pain streaked throughout my whole body, drawing tears. Teeth became fangs, tearing the gums. Black claws exploded from my fingers, which were beginning to exude blood. Bones broke to form into different, distorted shapes. The now heavier bones were packed on with extra muscle that stretched and tightened my fair colored skin. My increasing size snapped the ropes right off. My ears moved closer to the top of my head and became pointed. The wounds on by back closed, no scars left behind. But the troublesome cut on my eye didn’t close, even though I could now see out of it. I cried out before falling into darkness.
'Tear him to shreds; tear him apart for what he had done.'
The thing stood at a massive ten-foot-one, which is four feet and two inches taller than me. Different shades of brown covered its masculine body. A hue of gold streaked the top, the only thing I had in common with it. The wolf let out a deep chested snarl before pulling its head back. A howl tore through the sky, making earth stop rotating for a millisecond. Samuel screeched, falling to his butt. The monster stopped its call and took a step towards the man who was wetting himself. The beast could see the tiniest particles in the air, darkness was no disadvantage. Wrath. That’s what I called it, pure anger, rage, and fury all molded into one thing. He doesn’t kill a lot, just things that move or run, or make him even more furious. Samuel was one of those things.
Samuel bolted through the doors, hollering for the police. Wrath dropped to all fours with a low grunt, and headed right after the screaming man. He would have no problem catching up, at least not before he plays a little. A twisted smile made Wrath’s features more bestial. The thick tail swayed behind him like a warning sign for passer-byers. Wrath’s mouth was closed, he didn’t pant, and he almost never panted. That’s because he wasn’t one to get tired, even though his temperature ran over a hundred. I guess it’s natural for an animal to run a temperature like that. I don’t know, and I definitely don’t care.
They ran on a dead sidewalk, Wrath not far behind. He was running on all fours, the way he can move the fastest. Nobody was outside, and those who were, ran and hid. Smart people, smart people indeed.
You can’t run little man, can’t run away from Wrath.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Samuel repeated over and over again as he flew through the dusk streets. Wrath barked, his hunger rising as minutes passed over them like clouds. He was getting tired of the chase; he wanted to feast, now. Samuel thought he lost the large wolf, and looked behind. But the monster had lunged onto the building Samuel ran next to. Wrath’s large claws dug into the siding of the brick store and he ran. Chunks of stone flew behind Wrath as he climbed horizontally. Everything went slow motion to Samuel’s sight. Wrath pushed off of the old department store with ease, and landed right in front of him. The impact of over five-hundred pounds and concrete made the sidewalk cave in under the beast and Samuel.
Wrath wasn’t affected by the small crater he created, but Samuel tumbled backwards, making him an easier target. Wrath made a noise that sounded like a chuckle, and stood on his hind legs like a human. When he stands, his back is slightly hunched over, which is what enables him to run on fours. Wrath slowly moved towards the cowering man who began crying, begging for mercy.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing back there, I’m drunk,” he gasped, his voice gurgled. Wrath kept creeping forward, the immense muscles flexing with every step. Samuel let out an ear drum shattering scream, thrusting his arms in front of his face. But, it did no good for him. Wrath grabbed the fore arms, his hands wrapping around the whole appendages, and squeezed. There was a large crack that echoed through the allies. Samuel wailed in pain, trying to writher his broken arms out of Wrath’s grip. He started crying, snot flowing out his large nose.
Wrath held onto Samuel and didn’t have any plans on letting go. Samuel tried to kick Wrath’s legs, but it had no corollary. Wrath barked at the moving man in frustration, then opened its mouth. With incredible speed his jaws had clamped down on Samuels skull. It shattered like fragile china. Wrath let go of the squished arms, the body dropped after a few seconds of hesitation. As if it wondered what had just happened to its head that no longer existed. Wrath shot his head back and howled with arms spread wide and chest held out. Everything was silent, like the little Nebraska town had turned into a cemetery, Samuel just becoming the new specimen for its buried collection. The full moon shone on Wrath, its beloved child, its beloved murderer.
'Nobody gets away from Wrath.'
My whole body was throbbing in pain. Every bone ached, my right shoulder dislocated. The pain is what helps me know I’m still alive, still human. I was lying on my back, looking up at a mural of what is known as the morning sky. It was a gray blue, not fully depressed and not fully cheerful. Few birds cawed above me; their all black bodies the size of a hawk.
I stood with some difficulties, and then popped my shoulder back into place. My shoulder blades hurt the most, along with my legs, and arms, and head, and jaw, and well you get the picture. Guess I should get on my way home. I sighed at the thought. I knew where I was, thank god. Not even three miles away was my house from this very small park I stood alone in. Rusting swings moved back and fort in a repetitive rhythm. A slide drooped from over thousands of pounds total over the years. Samson Park, the place Mika and I would go to every weekend when we were younger. I pushed the thoughts of upcoming flashbacks out of my lost mind. A sigh escaped my thin, pale lips.
I walked up to the modern style house with sandy brown siding and a dark roof. The brand new white door was already scratched up from my little brother “drawing” on it with the rocks that surrounded our house. My parents love being artistic with everything. A little bit of pizzazz, I guess. Well, that’s what they told me. I knock on the door, but my attention was turned to the dead yellow tulip on our steps. The bland ceramic pot that held it carried more life.
“Beo?” my mom answered the door, making me jump back a little. She was still in her Pooh pajamas. She looked at me quizzically with her brown eyes. We used to have the same irises, but ever since the incident, mine have been more of a chrome color. Nobody ever mentioned it to anyone; we pretended I still had my natural eyes. My mom’s black hair was neatly in place, like she hadn’t just woken up, even though I knew better.
“Hey mom, can I come in or do I have to introduce myself?” I almost laughed, trying to keep the tension low. She stepped to the side, letting me into the tidy house. Once you walked in, right away you could see the style of my parents. I looked around, like I hadn’t been in this place since I was two. The walls were still beige, the wooden floor still slick and shiny off of the sun. The clock on the entry way wall blinked 9:24 a.m.
Where were you last night?” she questioned, closing the door. Oh no, I was locked in with the beast. That thought brought a smile to my face.
“Beo Patrick Wulf the third, I’m serious,” she said sternly, trying to get a better look at my face. There was dried red gunk on it.
“Henry’s,” I lied. The fib rolled on my tongue like it was the natural truth.
“Henry’s?” she said with shock showing in her voice and on her slender face.
“Yeah, we watched movies and stuff,” I shrugged, walking to the bathroom to wash. I felt disgusting. There was crud in my fingernails and teeth. I had to take some clothes that I found in a dumpster earlier this morning, and they were way too big. At least my mom hadn’t realized I didn’t have the same clothes on as two days ago.
“Oh, you’re in trouble,” a teasing voice giggled. My little brother by two years, Kingston, looked over the corner and into the bathroom. He clearly saw the red that covered over half of my body. His mouth hung agape, nothing would come out. But I knew he had something to say. He always did. I quickly grabbed a new white shirt and yanked it on. The dumpster clothes were thrown in the garage garbage, where they belonged. Most likely where my parents won’t look either, who knows what’s in our garbage?
“Say one word to mom I’m going to-to,” I said, but couldn’t find the right words to finish. I didn’t want to do anything. I especially didn’t want to get overly angry. Tears were starting to form at the ducts of my eyes. I covered my face with half clean hands so Kingston wouldn’t see.
“I won’t tell, you big baby,” Kingston said in a proud voice. He walked away, whistling. He didn’t understand the purpose of my little breakdown, nobody would. I continued bathing myself with sink water, scrubbing down to the bones.
“Beo, Mika called yesterday, she said you have to call her back or ‘else’,” my dad shouted from the kitchen. Mika, of course would call when I’m gone. Or kidnapped, or whatever had happened that my mind had sort of gone blank on. I would have to call her back because Mika’s “or else” wouldn’t be fun. Last time, I found my foot jammed in the door of a car. I could smell bacon and pancakes. Meat wasn’t something I could take, not after last night. But sweetly rounded goodness sounded just delightful. I pulled the shirt off just to get another look. There were no scars or anything to trace the fact that Samuel had attacked me. I wonder what had ever happened to him. I think I know, but I would like to try my hardest not to. Then I saw the scar that traveled down my left eye. It had closed with no infection, and I could clearly see out of it. But questions will probably rise.
“Hey Beo buddy, come and sit,” my dad said, not looking up from the newspaper. His green eyes were tightly fixed onto the tiny words that could look huge to me, if I wanted them to. He wore his reading glasses that fell to where the bridge of his nose ended. I did as he said, and sat next to Kingston, who looked at me with eyes like my dads. He’s built more like my dad. Sandy brown hair, emerald eyes, tan skin, the tallness and muscular build, while I had my mom’s eyes and lankier look.
“Beo, would you like some bacon?” my mom asked handing me the plate. Her short arms didn’t make it all the way across, not the way mine do.
“No thanks,” I shook my head. Meat was the last thing I wanted.
I took two flapjacks and nibbled on them plain. I didn’t know how long food would stand in my stomach. Who knew what else would come out with the pancakes? The thought almost made me puke, so I put the round breakfast cake onto a nearby napkin. My parents looked up at the 24” flat screen television that hung on the wall. Kingston was too busy playing with his slice of pork to even realize what was going on around him. He stabbed it several times, making crying sounds.
“No, no don’t eat me AHHHH!” Kingston laughed, throwing the food into his open mouth. The full lips closed as he chewed hard. I rolled my eyes at the little freak I was forced to call my brother.
“Max look,” my mom gasped.
“Yes Roberta, I see,” my dad said in almost awe. But his face didn’t show amazement but terror.
I looked up at the T.V. my brain going crazy with a million thoughts.
“Samuel Adam Wells was found dead at two this morning, his head looked like it had been crushed, along with both arms, we don’t know what or who killed this ex-jailer, the only evidence we have is a crater in front of Goodwing Antiques. The images are too gruesome to be shown,” the news woman, Fontaine Maribeth, announced in a depressed voice.
“Oh my goodness, Max,” my mom almost cried, clasping her mouth with her hands. My dad pulled her into a hug. Kingston looked over at me with wide eyes and a half open mouth. He was missing four teeth on the upper half. I could almost feel the small breaths that went through the holes.
“I’m going to head over to the office,” my dad said, getting up. He took his glasses off and handed them to my mom. He reminded me of Clark Kent. At home he’s relaxed, wearing his glasses. But when he takes them off, he’s a whole other person who’s ready for action. Our dad threw his shoes and officer jacket on, and then headed into the garage. I looked out the window to see him driving off in our black Mercedes-Benz CLS. He sped away, becoming a dark blur against the neighborhood houses.
“Beo, I’m going to take a nice long bath, okay,” my mom sighed, walking away. When she had to think, she takes baths, like two hour long baths.
Kingston and I sat, watching each other like predator and prey. He’s the prey, I am the predator under his monstrous claws.
“Did you kill him?” Kingston asked like it was a normal question.
“No,” I almost laughed, breaking the eye-to-eye contact.
“What about the blood.”
“I’m not stupid Beo.”
“Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Beo, I’m your brother.”
“What about that scar on your left eye, huh?” Kingston added.
“Sure you did.”
“I didn’t kill him, okay, I can’t explain,” I said, getting out of the chair, “I have to go talk to Mika.”
Mika and I sat down under an oak tree. Its branches sag with the weight of hundred year shoulders. But, it still shielded us from the power of the afternoon sun. Mika was looking at the lush grass beneath us with content plum colored eyes. Her glossed lips were pulled into a straight line. She was wearing her grey track shirt. Along the front of the shirt it said in big red letters: Road Runner’s Track. Mika’s the top runner on the high school team, and most likely in the whole state.
“I saw the news,” she said, breaking the silence that I was just getting comfortable with. Mika glanced over at me, keeping the same look. It was as if she was looking right through me. I wouldn’t blame her to see me as a ghost. Half of the time I don’t consider myself to be alive and human anymore.
“You did,” I gulped, scratching the back of my head. It was sweaty from me running the mile to her house.
“Yeah, I heard about Samuel,” Mika whispered.
“And?” I asked.
“I know it was you Beo, you never go to anyone’s house, more or less stay at your own during the days of a full moon.”
“Oh, well, he kidnapped me and sort of tortured me, and I don’t even remember most of it, I’m not even sure if I was the one who killed him.”
“Why didn’t you escape, you could’ve easily with your super strength,” Mika said with a surprised look.
“I don’t try to rely on those things Mika, and you know it,” I shook my head at her.
“But you could’ve died!”
“So? It would be better for everyone.”
She slapped my face. It stung for a couple of seconds, and then turned into a hand mark. I hadn’t even flinched.
“Never say that again,” she scolded, her face turning pale. Mika stood up, her tiny five-foot-five body making her look like a queen who was about to behead someone. Her eyes had gone cold as they stared down at me. I got up, standing taller, like always.
“Okay,” I mumbled, looking at my black and grey sneakers. They were supposed to be next years shoes, but my other ones had torn apart. Literally.
“Beo, I feel like all that has happened is my fault.”
“No, no, why would it be your fault?”
“You wouldn’t have been attacked if I hadn’t run away; it would’ve gone after me first.”
“Don’t say such things Mika.”
“No, it’s true Beo, and you know it.”
“I don’t know it,” I smiled down at her. She looked at me like I was a pathetic poet.
“Well,” Mika laughed, her shoulders bobbing up and down. Her dark hair was worn in a ponytail.
“Do you use any of your ‘superpowers’?” Mika added.
“No,” I flatly answered. It was the complete truth. I could hear, smell and see well than any person. I would’ve been able to snap those ropes easily. But, if I did or used any of that, it would bring me closer to it. My sanity and soul were some of the few things I had remaining. But ever since the first time I had transformed, my temper has been about as out of control as Wrath himself. And whenever I get too angry, I become it, one of the added on to many things that I hate about Wrath.
We sat back down, and Mika sighed. She touched my forehead, moving a piece of stray hair back into place, then rubbed her finger down my eye scar. I gave her a half smile, holding onto her hand for a while before dropping it onto her lap. My eyes went wide as moving images flashed through my head.
Samuel was running and screaming, arms and legs flailing. He turned to look behind his shoulder. The ground shook beneath him and caved in, becoming a crater. He fell on his butt.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing back there, I’m drunk,” Samuel gasped, his voice gurgled.
He threw his arms out in front of himself. But colossus hands wrapped around and squeezed them. There was a rabid snarling, a snapping sound, and a scream that came from Samuel. Everything went dark. There was a heart-rending howl.
I gasped and came back into the present. Mika looked at me like she had just seen the living dead.
“Beo, what’s wrong?” she choked.
“Oh my god Mika,” I said, my chest convulsing. I fell into her arms, the tears breaking free from my bright eyes. She stroked my golden hair like I was six years old. My shoulders moved with every deep breath I took. The tears wouldn’t stop. I pulled away from her, she looked at me worriedly.
“I’m a monster!” I screamed, my head tilted back.
I was walking, more like trudging, home in the pouring rain. It felt good against my warm skin. Each drop of the liquid was like my life. Could be acid if it wanted, or could be purified to the best thing in the world, but it doesn’t really get to make those choices for itself. My white t-shirt was sticking onto me like another layer of skin. The blue jeans were holed at the knees, something I didn’t really mind but it did sort of bug me. It wasn’t the way I usually dressed, but why ruin perfectly good clothes? They would get torn to shreds, nothing left but small pieces of fabric.
Dogs barked at me as I passed by. They showed fangs of terror. But I knew their fits were out of fear. I didn’t even move my eyes to their direction. If I did, they would cower. Kingston had wanted a puppy a year ago. But when we got to the store, they had all hidden in the corner of their cages, piddling.
'Tear them to shreds, tear them all to shreds.'
I shook my head twenty times, trying to jolt the thought out of my head. The voice that said it wasn’t even of my own conscience, but that of a beast. It was a low abusing growl.
“No,” I said under my breath, still walking “, just go away.”
The canines continued barking, raising my intolerance.
'Rip them apart. Rip, Rip, Rip, Rip!'
“JUST SHUT UP!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. I had stopped my trail, and stood panting. The dogs had gone silent around me. Everything had gone reticent. The silence of the neighborhood was enjoyable. I took a deep breath and kept going. My shoes squished because of how soaked they were. The usually spiky hair was stuck down to my skull like glue. My eyelids were becoming droopy. I yawned once, before walking into my house.
“Hey Beo,” my mom welcomed from downstairs.
The short staircase is just a couple of feet away from the door. I wiped my shoes on the rug before taking them off, along with the just as wet socks. I walked through the hall with heavy legs and into my room. Kingston was sitting on the bed, listening to his I-pod. He was wobbling his head up and down to what must be the beat of whatever he was listening to.
“Ouch,” Kingston grunted as I pushed him off the edge. He stood up, ear buds out.
“I’m going to bed, get out,” I growled at him, my eyebrows furrowed down to bridge of my nose.
“Fine, but it’s only seven-thirty,” he mumbled, walking out my room and closing the door.
I lay down on the bed which felt like heaven. Would I go to heaven? Would I be split in two and Wrath would be pulled down to Hell. Or would I be forced down there because he’s inside of me? I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh. Darkness. I liked the darkness. It was always peaceful and quiet.
I stood in the clearing of a forest, my heart pounding. A black blur flashed past me. My right arm was gone, torn off at the shoulder. I screamed for someone to help, but my voice echoed. My own small wails answered back as horrible laughing. The moon looked down upon me like I was nothing compared to the thing slowly obliterating me. It flashed by again, this time my other appendage gone. I screeched for reassurance. But, then I was falling for a second. I looked down with panicked eyes. My whole lower half was gone. Everything poured out of the large hole. How could I still be alive? I didn’t want to be alive.
“Kill Me!” I screamed, “Please just kill me!”
Then, an abnormally large wolf walked towards me on two legs. It had fur of various browns, the same tannish as my hair streaking the top. Five piliferous fingers had long black claws. Crimson red dripped from the tips of each nail and each monstrous fang. Yellow eyes like two full moons looked down at me with bitterness. A large tail swung behind it like it was a weapon of its own kind. The beast threw its head back to exempt a loud howl. Then it lunged at me, pouncing off the powerfully constructed legs.
I woke up, gasping wildly, tears streaming down my face and into my agape mouth.
There was a frustrating beeping noise. It was ceaseless, and I slapped the source. My eyes flung open and I turned my head. The alarm clock was crushed under my hand, right down to the intricate inside. Great, I thought to myself. I sat on the edge of my flannel sheeted bed, grabbing the small green garbage at the side of my nightstand. I stared at the clock radio for a couple of seconds, it felt like hours, days. Finally, I used my arm and swept it into the bin. I didn’t bother to cover it or anything, what would be the point? From the weekly routine, I already knew what time the shattered clock would’ve said: 6:50 a.m.
With a sigh, I stood up lethargically. My door was open, like always. So I walked over to close it, my feet skidding across the carpet. Kingston popped out of the hallway and screamed. I jumped backwards, my heart pounding like crazy. He laughed and took off the russet werewolf mask he wore. He was laughing, hands over stomach as he fell backwards. I let out a small growl, slamming my door shut on him. But, I could still hear his “ha ha haing.”
I opened my drawer and pulled out a plain navy blue tee and jeans with no holes. The usual school clothes, nothing too special. I pulled off my white shirt and sweatpants that I had slept in and changed into the newly picked out clothes. The shirt was a little snugger than last time, which made me feel almost baffled. I stood up against the height scale on my wall, marking the top of my head with a marker. Then, I took a step back and turned around. Two inches, I had grown two inches over night. Wonder how Mika would react to that? I went to the bathroom and stepped onto the scale: 124 pounds. That’s four pounds more than I was yesterday. At least it was all added muscle, and not fat. But I still didn’t look like much muscle wise; an extra two more pounds would’ve been nice. I shrugged and moved into the kitchen.
“Good morning Beo,” my mom waved. I waved back with a half smile.
You look bigger,” Kingston said, his green eyes moving from my feet to head. Our eyes met.
“It happens,” I said.
“You better hurry up and eat before you leave,” my dad said, munching on a piece of burnt toast. I sniffed the air once, then twice.
“Do you smell that?” I asked.
“Smell what?” Kingston asked, looking at his bowl of cereal.
“Smoke,” I said.
“Smoke?” my mom repeated.
“Yeah, just a second,” I whispered, walking to the front door. I opened it and exposed my head. Then I stepped fully outside, the sun blinding me. I sniffed again, head up a little. I almost unconsciously walked down the three brick stairs and across to the other side of the road. Suddenly I bolted to my left, and kept running. Smoke, I know I smell smoke. I wasn’t getting tired, but my legs were starting to drag. Come on, come on hurry. I was running straight, right past cars on the road and children walking to school. They wouldn’t know what flew past them, only a dark blur. I wasn’t used to running this fast, not at all. My vision was getting better, as were all of my other senses. I could feel myself getting closer to Wrath.
“NO!” I shouted, shaking my head but still speeding on. People looked outside of their houses to see what had caused the horrifying scream.
I froze at a burning red siding house. Inside heat had caused the windows to explode outwards. There were no firemen or trucks or anything, just various sized people watching the building burn. All of the eyes said the same thing. Oh my God, what are we going to do?
“Is there anyone inside?” I asked an older man with droopy eyelids.
“Y-yes, the Maliton’s live there, they’re all inside,” he stuttered.
Let them burn!
“No,” I growled, running to the front door and breaking it down.
“Are you crazy? You’ll die in there kid!” a female voice screeched.
I ignored her and practically lunged inside. Fire licked up the walls, trying to smack me. I held my arm against my turning black face. So much for getting to school on time.
“Hey! Can anyone hear me?” I shouted against the roar of the flames. Furniture was becoming nothing but the wood of its base. I had to rely on my hearing, no matter how much I didn’t want to.
“Over here,” a fragile voice said. I followed the sound, and then took a whiff. I coughed at the smoke I inhaled. But along with the gases, I got the scent of a human. I moved with the smell, the rooms were getting darker as I went farther inside. I pounded on a door once to see if I would get an answer. There was a faint sound, but it was an indication.
“Move out of the way, I’m going to kick the door down,” I coughed, pulling my shirt over my nose and mouth, “knock if you heard me!”
There was another weak pound on the door. I pulled my leg back, and then smacked the burning wood with my bare foot. It fell of its hinges and rocked once before collapsing. I peered inside the master bedroom to see a family in the left corner. Two small girls were huddled against their mom and dad. A Cocker Spaniel hid behind the four, whimpering. I knew the real reason why, but the people probably thought it was scared of what was going on.
“Did you guys try breaking the window?” I asked, stepping inside. I pointed at a large window, and saw few cracks.
“Yes, we did, but the bars are too sturdy and glass is bullet proof,” the dad answered, standing up shakily. He held a passed out daughter in one bulky arm with a broken and bloody hand. I nodded and moved over to the window. Taking a deep breath, I gave it a punch. The glass broke, my knuckles bleeding. The cuts already closed. It was because of how close I was to Wrath now. The bars on the exterior snapped in half. I reached my hand out, and bent the bars back farther.
“I don’t know if you guys will fit, but your daughters and the dog will,” I said. With open mouths and large eyes, they gave one nod.
“Hey! Someone get over here!” I shouted, waving my hand out the window. A young man who looked like he was in his mid twenties hurried to the window. He stared at me with virtually red eyes and a straight lined mouth. There was a bad aura about him, but I ignored it. It was almost repelling. My muscles tensed, it was too hard to avoid. I snapped out of it and looked at the dad who had already handed one of the blond headed daughters to the person. I was fighting the urge to tell the dad no.
“You two follow me,” I said after the dad handed the last girl and dog away. They hesitated, but did so. The fire was getting worse, making my nose and eyes burn. I fell to one knee, and expectorated.
“You okay?” the dad asked worriedly, putting a hand on my shoulder. I stood and nodded.
“We have to hurry,” I gasped. The ceiling was beginning to collapse. I felt trapped and claustrophobic, which made my panic rise.
I led the way through what must’ve been a living room. The front door was just ahead. It was like being stuck in a cave for years and you finally find the opening where you see your freedom.
Watch out!” someone screamed.
I found myself on the floor, my whole body except my head and right arm crushed by collapsed roof.
“Just go,” I grunted, “I’ll be there, GO!”
After a couple of seconds they ran hard, arms and legs pumping. They made it outside, I smiled to myself. Is this how I should go?
“Hello,” a silky voice sang. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw the man from the window. He wore a black business suit with no tie. There was no ash on his clothes or unusually pale skin. As though the cinders didn’t dare to touch him. He wore his chocolate brown hair longer, but not shoulders length long. His mouth was still pulled into the same formation as earlier.
“What do you want?” I asked, “Who are you anyways?”
“The name’s Leonidus Michaels,” he said in a soft tone. His voice stuck out from the background noise.
“I’m a vampire,” he added, looking down at me.
“Yes, and I know what you are Mr. Beo.”
“Werewolf, my natural enemy.”
“Why, I’ve never met you, oh, and this is a very uncomfortable place for me to have a conversation, are you going to let me lay here and die?”
“That’s your decision Mr. Beo; I know you have the strength to lift that entire ruble off of yourself.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled sarcastically, getting myself to my hands and knees. I flung the chunk of roof off of my back and stood wobbly legged.
“Now are you going to kill me, enemy?” I asked with a sigh.
“No, I didn’t come here to kill you, but watch over you,” Leonidus said proudly, hands clasped behind slightly arched back.
“Oh, I see,” I nodded, “can we talk somewhere else?”
Suddenly, we were at a dump. I felt sick to my stomach, and then threw up. At least the dump keeper people shouldn’t mind. A lot of people probably vomit here.
“You’ve never traveled that way?” Leonidus actually laughed.
“No, I don’t know how to teleport thank you very much,” I gagged, standing up straight. He was at least six-foot-four; it made me feel short.
“How old are you?” I decided to question.
“A thousand and sixty-two,” he said, “give or take a few years, it does get hard to keep track after a while.”
“I mean like twenty, sixteen, forty?”
“So how long have you been watching me?” I asked, amazed at the age.
“Since the first day you transformed into what you call, Wrath.”
“So, are fairies and stuff real too?’
“No, not that I now of, well I did meet a siren a couple years back.” The last part he said to himself.
“How many more werewolves are there?”
“You’re the only one of your kind, otherwise few.”
“Not born into it,” he explained, taking a half step closer to me.
“Well, if we’re natural enemies, why are you watching me?” I asked, “It doesn’t really make sense.”
“Yes, I can see how it wouldn’t make sense to someone like you,” Leonidus whispered.
“I can still hear you,” I cleared my throat.
“Well, you are out of control Mr. Beo, and if needed, I must kill you on the scene,” Leonidus said, hands now if front of him.
“Oh, and you can just call me Beo you know,” I gulped.
“Now, you must go home and change into new clothing, then get off to school, oh and watch out, there are other vampires who simply hate you,” Leonidus said, hissing the “h” word. With a flick of his wrist, I had teleported into my bedroom. The second time wasn’t as bad as the first.
Vampire, wow, never saw that one coming.
“Mr. Wulf, you’re late. It’s nice of you to join us late on the last day of school,” my English teacher, Mr. Hemming, said as I walked into the classroom. The other students stared at me with zombie expressions. Mika’s was the only one with real life. She nudged her head to the side, pointing out the open desk next to her. I handed Mr. Hemming my tardy slip, and snuck over to the desk. He continued with his lesson on Shakespeare, who I already know about.
“Where in the world were you?” Mika asked, leaning over to me.
“Busy saving people from a fire and meeting a vampire,” I said. She stared at me dumbly, an eyebrow rose.
“Beo, I didn’t think you’re that bad at lying,” Mika sighed, shifting back to her desk. Well, I tried, but I wouldn’t blame her for not believing me.
The bell rang and sixth to ninth graders flooded out of the school like fish. Everyone was swimming in different directions. Mika and I walked with each other.
“I’m serious Mika, that’s what happened,” I laughed, trying to explain again, “his name was Leonidus, and he said he would kill me if needed, and that other vampires hate me.”
“It sounds so much like the truth I just can’t tell,” Mika said, “you lied to me for a year, finally telling me last year your secret, you haven’t even told your family.”
“Because I just want to be institutionalized,” I mumbled.
There was a loud booming sound that echoed throughout the street we walked on. Mika looked at me, then around. Buildings blocked our view of anything else. We were only a couple of miles away from my house, and not even a full 5,280 feet away from Mika’s. The sky was beginning to darken with gray rain clouds.
“Mika, I want you to stay by my side,” I whispered as we walked on. I slowed our pace down to an almost tip toeing. She nodded, still looking around. I could hear her heart pound against her chest.
“Calm down,” I croaked a plead, “You have to calm down for my sake.”
I could hear the blood pulsing in her veins.
I turned around and grasped her shoulders. It felt as though I was leaning into her, falling. My vision was beginning to blur, becoming shrouded in black.
“Beo,” Mika said.
“No,” I mumbled, letting her go. I pushed the thoughts away. But they replayed in my head. Just Shut up.
The reverberation came once more, but closer. Right in front of us a car exploded. Drops of red struck Mika and I.
“Mika! Get inside a building,” I said. But her eyes went as pale as her face. Her whole body shook uncontrollably. Three abnormally large people came into view, untouched by the flames. They had the same eyes and uniform as Leonidus.
“Vampires,” I growled.
They were a yard away from us, each one as tall as the next, probably a foot taller than Leonidus.
“You’re the wolf, ha, look at you. You’re so scrawny and weak?” one laughed, flicking my head. It flung back, almost snapping right off.
“Beo,” Mika gasped, helping me regain balance.
“I’m okay,” I reassured, standing on my own.
“Taz, careful with the puppy,” another vampire laughed to the red head.
“But Zander, doesn’t the little doggy want to play?” a black haired one chuckled deeply to a blond.
“I don’t know, Remi, let’s find out,” the biggest in muscle wise said.
Taz kicked my gut, I went flying backwards. When I finally fell to the ground, blood erupted from my mouth with vomit. There was a flash of light as Zander appeared and pounded my face with his large fist. I could hear and feel the breaking of bones. My vision was becoming obscure.
“BEO!” I could barely hear Mika scream.
'Tear them apart, tear them to pieces, and make them suffer for what they are doing.'
“Beo, Beo!” Mika gasped, running towards me.
“Mika, get away, now,” I squawked, my words smothered by fangs. I held out a thickening arm to her. She took a couple of traces in reverse. Mika had never seen Wrath, or seen me become him.
“Mika! You have to get as far away as possible!” I shrieked my voice a growl to the small but growing muzzle. I tried to get up, but was brought back to my knees. It was almost like Wrath was there pushing me around himself. I screamed continuously, my head thrown back. Just about every bone broke, became larger and disfigured. My clothes tore to expanding muscles and skin. Out of the corners of my enlarging eyes, I could see my fingers extend and become thicker. The black claws broke free. Tears ruptured from my presently xanthous optics. Brown hairs of all shades produced across my whole body. A tail formed, tearing the skin where it assembled.
“Mika!” I hollered, before falling into darkness for the millionth time.
Destroy them ALL!
Wrath stood on two’s, pulled his black lips back, head forth, and then emitted a roar. The hair of the three vampires and Mika flew back like a tornado had whipped by. Wrath yanked his head back, and fell to all fours. The force sent the street vibrating. Cars and people rumbled on top of asphalt and cement. A few of the smaller vehicles toppled onto their tops, alarms beeping. Small children and adults ran away screaming. Wrath would’ve attacked them within seconds if Taz didn’t punch him in the jugular.
Wrath didn’t even blink his yellow eyes at the blow that had killed many before. Instead he went up on his hind legs, towering above the now paler vampire. He brought his face up to Taz’s and let out another thundering roar. Taz gasped right before Wrath raked his talons against his frightened face. Taz’s whole face practically fell off in chunks. If it would’ve been an actual human, the head would’ve been destroyed. The massive body fell to its knees, then gone face, dead. A low growl rolled in Wrath’s chest as he turned to the other vampires. Mika stood, hand over open mouth.
“You’ll pay you mangy wolf!” Zander screamed, showing two snake-like fangs. He charged, Remi trying to hold him back, but failing. Wrath held his stance, not even getting into a defensive position. Zander held a fist out, striking Wrath in the gut. With immense speed, Wrath had one hand around Zander’s neck. The seven foot tall fiend snapped at Wrath, but couldn’t get his head anywhere near Wrath. The werewolf clutched tighter, lips pulled back in a sneer. Zander’s biting movements stopped and the bag of bones went limp. Wrath dropped the dead weight and sharply turned to look at Remi.
You’ll be done for just like the rest.
Wrath inched towards the speechless vampire, step by step. Remi’s mouth opened to release a silent scream as Wrath was only a foot away. Then, Mika bounded in front of Remi, arms out wide.
“Beo, stop this!” Mika deplored, tears streaming down rosy cheeks. Her black hair was a mess by Wrath’s roar. The vampire bore his fangs, but looked down at Mika in shock, his savior. But, Wrath didn’t recognize the girl, nor did he care who she was. She’s just another obstacle to get rid of. Mika looked into the monster’s eyes for some sign of Beo.
“Beo, I know you don’t want to do this! Just stop it!” Mika blubbered, taking a step closer. Wrath almost jumped back, but stood his ground.
“Beo, please,” she implored, now an inch away.
Wrath didn’t know what to do. Mika held her hand flat on his chest. His heart was beating like a thousand race horses. Wrath opened his mouth as if trying to say something. His eyes turned into a calm gold, looking down at Mika.
“M-Mika,” it tried to say. But the words came out all wrong. Wrath used the smooth side of his claw to wipe a tear away from Mika’s cheek. She smiled up at the beast. In one fluid movement Wrath’s eyes turned yellow and he took a step back and roared in Mika’s face. Then, he turned around, went down to fours, and ran, becoming a brown blur. Mika fell to her knees shakily, hands over wet face.
I woke up, as stiff as a plank of wood. I cried out at the failure of trying to get up. Leisurely I got myself upright.
“Gah!” I screamed as the pain went from head to toe. My fingers were crooked like they had been recently broken, caked in black blood. I cursed under my cold breath. The air around me wasn’t a pleasant temperature. It was too warm for my comfort. Not only that, but the heat stuck to my bare skin. I looked around, I was in a treed in area. The park wasn’t too far away. Neither was the dumpster, for some clothes.
I stood up with a lot of effort. There was a sharp pain in my stomach; I could feel food coming back up. But, I held it all back. I held my left hand in my other arm, and snapped the fingers back into place with the good fingers. I did the same with the other hand. Tears were trying their hardest to break free, but wouldn’t succeed, not today. What was today anyways?
A deep sigh escaped from deep within my lungs. I began moving on to escape the small forest. Leaves blew in the small breeze, making the area a little cooler. I ran my fingers through wiry hair. I looked behind me and saw clumps of brown fur, leaving a trail to where I had laid. There were different colors of amber and tan. I rubbed my tailbone, which was still sore. What happened yesterday?
“H ey there Beo, where were you yesterday?” my mom asked right once I got into the house. I plopped onto the black leather couch that was in the entry way.
“Didn’t Mika call?” I queried.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. She was wearing her black hair in a long braid.
“Oh, well I was with her for a while, then went to Henry’s,” I answered.
“I called Henry, Beo, where were you?”
“Beo,” my mom pleaded with her eyes. She was leaning against the railing of the stairs.
“You’re not wearing the same clothes as yesterday, those ones look like they were taken from the garbage,” she added.
“Oh, mine got ruined,” I lied once more.
“Beo,” she said seriously, “you’re not leaving this house again if you can’t tell me the truth, I can tell when you lie, your left eye twitches. Speaking of your left eye!”
She almost ran up to me. My mom’s soft hands pulled hairs out of my face. Her eyes were pale, her face stricken.
“Beo, what happened?” she said, moving her hand away and onto my aching shoulder, “have you been getting into fights. Have you been drinking!?”
“No, no, of course not,” I said, waving my hands in front of my face, “I’m just extremely clumsy.”
“Beo,” she gasped, “tell me truth, now!”
“Mom, I can’t, I just can’t,” I said, walking off into my room. I sat on my bed, crying. The tears almost shouted in happiness to be finally free. I stood up and grabbed my nightstand, nostrils flaring. I gritted my teeth together, clamping my eyes shut. The thick lashes connected in one sweep before separating once more.
“Rah!” I screamed, lifting the small table off the carpet. I threw it at the wall. The impact left an indent, and a million pieces of wood. There was a terrible sound that echoed throughout the house that didn’t come from the throw. It was in between a cry for help, and agonizingly painful anger. A pain rippled throughout my right hand, shooting up to my brain.
'You can’t hold me back forever!'
I took in six deep breaths, feeling no calmer than a few seconds ago.
“Beo! What was that!?” my mom shouted, running up the stairs.
“Oh no,” I gasped. I looked helplessly at the debris I created. Thinking fast, I shoved it all under my bed. Later, I would clean it up and dispose of it. The small hole in the wall wouldn’t be good. So, I pinned a blanket over it.
“Good enough,” I said under my breath. Then, my mom and dad came into my room.
“Was there an explosion? Are you okay, was that you who screamed?” my mom said in one breath.
“No, I’m fine,” I mumbled, hiding the clawed hand behind my back.
I met Mika at the mall. We were walking around, already she had two bags. Of course, I was carrying them. Each one probably weighed twenty pounds. Glass windows let the evening sun inside. The building wasn’t huge, but not small either. It was big enough for the shoppers to do what they have to do. Benches and garbage cans made up most of the plaza. Marble flooring and walls gave the place that extra something. Especially when the light shone onto it, you could clearly see that the janitors do their job.
“So, how was your day yesterday?” she giggled.
“Terrible, you?” I decided to ask back, but in a more serious tone.
“Alright, except for the monstrous wolf,” she shrugged casually.
“Did he hurt you?” I whispered, freezing. People tried not to bump into us, the traffic jams.
“No, he didn’t, he ran away,” Mika laughed. We started walking outside.
“Good,” I sighed with relief, “what about the vampires?”
“One survived,” she said.
“Really?” I said in surprise.
“Yup, well c’ya later,” she smirked, getting into her parents’ car. Her dad was looking at her, his chocolate face sober except the hidden smile. Mika looked the most like her dad, the sleek facial features and curly black hair. But, she had her mom’s paler skin tone. They drove off in what almost seemed like slow motion. A sense of loneliness struck me. I was alone with the wind and various sized people. A large woman passed by me, giving me this look. The death stare was more like it. I held back the urge to bark at her, and moved onward. Then there was one, or what’s left of the one.
A Bernese Mountain Dog was following me. It was panting, and didn’t wear a collar. Even though it seemed like it held no responsible owner, it was masculine and had a slick coat. The dog looked up at me, striding by my side. I was totally taken by surprise. This dog wasn’t even fazed by me. He was smiling, his tongue lolled over the droopy black lips. His tail swayed back and forth like a duster trying to find some dust to rid of.
“Hey there doggy,” I said, finally kneeling down to him. He sat down on his rump, tail still moving. I itched behind his large v-shaped ears, his tongue sticking to the brown fur that went around the bottom of the mouth. I patted the white chest, and then got myself up. He did the same exact thing. When I walked, he walked. Then, he stared at me for a while, letting out an occasional bark.
“Sorry, I’m not like you,” I whispered, putting my hands in pockets. He barked sadly, as though he had just understood every word I said.
“Are you coming home with me?” I asked, looking down, “or do you already have a home but ran away.” He yipped, his tail wagging like crazy. He was still following me, which meant he must be hitching a ride to my house.
“Okay, well, you need a name,” I mused, rubbing my chin, “how about.” I looked around for some sign. Nothing stuck out to me, absolutely nothing. The dog raised a brown patch eyebrow at me. I’m hurrying okay.
“Aha, I got it, Zill,” I smiled, pointing my index finger up. The dog barked in agreement, or what I though was agreement, “Now let’s see if mom will let me keep you.”
“So, you finally made a friend who’s quite similar to you,” a familiar voice said. Leonidus appeared in front of me. He wore a tight smile on his broad face. The crimson eyes flared down at me. Actually, I was getting pretty close to his height. But not yet the muscle capacity, even though compared to those three other vampires, he’s tiny. Leonidus licked a finger, stringing two hairs back with the rest.
“Ha-ha, you’re so funny,” I laughed sarcastically. Zill growled at Leonidus, who flashed a look at the poor creature. Zill whimpered, tail swung between legs and ears pulled back. Leonidus crowed, one hand over a chest with no more beat. Today he wasn’t wearing a tie, but kept the black suit.
“So, what do you want?” I asked.
“Nothing, just checking up on you, I saw your little outburst,” Leonidus chuckled, “oh poor little demon.”
“Demon!” I growled. Zill barked at my raise of tone.
“Yes, you’re basically a demon you know. Wrath is more noticeable every day.”
I cowered at the same look he gave Zill.
“At least I don’t suck blood,” I grumbled.
“No, but at least I don’t eat people,” Leonidus gestured with his shoulders, vanishing. Zill barked once, and then looked at me in joy with his hazel eyes. I’m glad he’s gone too.
“Of course we can keep him,” my mom cheered, hugging me. It was an uncomfortable moment for me because I’m claustrophobic. She pulled away lightly, and then turned to Zill.
“Did you name him already?” she asked, going down to pet him.
“Zill,” I answered sheepishly.
“Adorable and unique,” she said in admiration. Her hair was still in the foot long braid. The two beings looked into each others eyes in approval. Zill licked her face and she laughed. Kingston came into the entry way, and gasped. He was immediately on top of Zill, hugging and cooing.
“Glad you like him,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes, “Mom, Mika and I are going to the mesmerizer.”
“Really, why?” Kingston laughed, “So you can be hypnotized into a cooler person.”
“No, Mika wants to go,” I growled at him. He recoiled by sticking his tongue out.
“That sounds fun, okay,” my mom nodded, “your dad will be back from the office at six tonight, so that gives you three hours before dinner.”
“Thanks mom,” I waved, running out of the house. I had to pick Mika up from her house. I hated the mile jog; it made me sticky and sweaty. I could hear Zill’s barks of good-bye.
The building itself was magnificent. It was like a giant glass dome, the support a circle of cement. My mouth hung open; Mika stood beside me like the place was nothing. Her violet eyes scanned the crystal ball, nodding at me. We walked through huge, open, oak doors. They themselves told many stories, and great tales. Above the doors was a golden plaque with the engraved words: Glass Majesty. The name fit perfectly. As we stepped inside, my awe was added on. You could see the evening sun vividly, and the rest of the outer world.
“How much did you pay for the tickets?” I whispered, leaning towards her. I felt awkward around all of these people. They were all well dressed, like the vampires. Which I sure hope there aren’t any here. Meanwhile, I wore a plain white tee, and fading blue jeans. My sneakers were tattered, and the last pair I owned. Mika herself wore a long black skirt and red blouse. Her charcoal hair bellowed behind her like a cape. Crimson eyeliner brought out the hues of her irises even more than usual. The equally colored lipstick shrouded her full lips.
“Don’t worry about it Beo,” Mika giggled.
“How can’t I, I mean look at this place,” I gasped as we found our seats. The floor almost seemed to be glass. The table we sat at was. I was afraid to touch anything, even the velvet covered wooden seats. Under the table is a bloody colored, round rug. I sat down when Mika gestured to me. A white grin glared off of her tan face. I returned to her a half smile.
“Come on Beo, cheer up,” Mika laughed, sitting next to me. I could feel my face redden.
A man in a brown suit walked out with a chair and golden clock. His brown eyes wore the intimidation of a true professional. The man’s brown blond hair was slicked back into a very short ponytail. He wore a smirk, but everyone saw it as a smile. The crowd applauded at him, he bowed a thank you. I felt like I was the only one who didn’t give a hand. The room was filled with fancy people, most of them slightly overweight. Tense muscles relaxed at the thought of there being any vampires. Why would any even come here? Was this whole thing a big trick?
“Beo, calm down,” Mika whispered softly. Her breath tickled the hairs that blew into my ear. A chill ran down my spine, but it was a soothing coldness.
“Okay,” I answered in the same tone.
“Today, ladies and gentlemen, I will ask for volunteers!” the man shouted, “Now who would like to come up here and be an example to the power of Ritchie Vohnwheeler!”
“Beo, you should go up there,” Mika said, nudging my arm that rested on the reflective table.
“Anyone?!” Ritchie called out. His bellowing voice rolled over to me. I fought the urge to want to raise my hand, and then someone’s warm fingers pulled my arm up.
“Aha, so young man, come up here,” Ritchie laughed. I looked over at Mika in a scowl. But she laughed into her hand as I got up. It felt like I was walking a mile on the red carpet. I hated being in front of large crowds. Especially in what I was wearing. My heart pounded in my chest, and then in my head. A headache was beginning to form, making me wince. I got up the curved staircase and onto the stage. There was only the sun as our spotlight. Ritchie had me stay standing, then put a microphone to my lips.
Put an end to their misery!
“What’s your name son?” he asked into his clip microphone.
“Beo Wulf,” I mumbled.
“Ah, a shy one,” Ritchie laughed. He flashed the watch in front of my face. My eyes locked onto the shiny object, “Now, keep your eye on my watch—good—now you’re getting tired, do you feel your eyelids getting heavy?”
I felt like I was dozing off, I couldn’t keep myself awake. I fought back a yawn. What’s he going to make me be, do, what? My head was feeling worse, the headache? No. What? Why do I feel so confused? I’m still conscience, I can see, but what’s going on?
“You are psychotic!” I could hear Ritchie’s distant voice command. Something seemed to click in my head. My eyes grew wide at an almost realization. I could barely hear the thousand people laughing. My vision began blurring and going black. The enhanced senses came to me, and I could see the smallest things, hear the lowest whispers, and smell anything a mile away. My enlarging canines grew as I pulled my lips back. The pain wasn’t noticeable, but I did know what was going on.
'There’s nothing you can do!'
She knew what was happening; she could see it all from her seat. But the scene of it all made her paralyzed. She cursed at herself for not being able to move. Mika wanted to scream for Beo to wake up right now. He was becoming that monster. There were too many clueless people, they were all laughing. But Beo was screaming, even though it didn’t look like it. She saw it in his eyes that morphed into someone else’s, something’s. It was almost like an out of body experience for the both of them, that much she could tell. Beo’s jaw popped out of place, the sound echoing throughout the dome. His body jolted from side to side. Fangs seemed to explode from the bleeding gums. Long black claws broke the fragile skin of his fingers. More hair that was different shades of brown was prickling out of the pores of his now inhumanly sized body. The legs and arms had become mangled and distorted, but packed on with massive muscle. Beo’s clothes had practically ruptured off of him, becoming only shreds of cloth. One loathsome scream was released out of the forming muzzle. Who stood wasn’t even close to Beo. It was known as Wrath.
“Beo!” Mika finally screamed in horror, jumping up. Her lonesome cry was mixed in with everyone else’s as the beast roared to them.
Wrath’s nostrils flared with fury. He sharply turned his lupine body to Ritchie. Yellow eyes shouted with as much anger as the roar he let loose. Wrath took a threatening step towards the six foot tall man who showed the fear of a cornered rabbit. Wrath brought his face only an inch away from Ritchie, who didn’t dare to move. Wrath sniffed once, the pulled his black lips back. He opened his mouth and roared. Extra skin on Ritchie’s face swayed back with the force. Ritchie stumbled back a couple of steps. Then, the hypnotist ran as fast as an Olympic runner. Wrath didn’t show any shock, but just breathed out in annoyance.
Mika fumbled through all the thoughts in her head. The large brown wolf was going to kill over hundreds in minutes. She had to calm him down, like last time. But his eyes steamed with hatred and an unobtainable hunger. Saliva dropped from his black lips. Her legs wouldn’t respond, not after her eyes saw a man get squished. Nearby, people had been sprayed by Ritchie Vohnwheeler’s remains. Now they all screamed and ran for the exits. Children bounced up and down in their parents arms. Everyone was beyond dazed.
Please move legs, we have to do something. She thought to herself. But her knees clattered together like teeth do when they’re cold.
The voice was like creamy milk being poured into a cup. Not something too close to silk, meaning a voice you don’t fall in love with easily. Where was the source of the sound? Mika turned around, thanking her legs for moving. A man in his early adulthood looked down at her. His eyes were a striking red against the dark lashes. The skin was an unnatural pale. He wore a lack tuxedo with a matching bow tie. The strangest thing about him, besides how nicely done his hair was, was how calm he is.
“Umm, I don’t think right now’s the time for a meeting, you should be running, screaming, something?” Mika tried to explain. There was the sound of tearing flesh and cracking bone. A death all too sudden for a scream.
“I think right now’s the perfect time Mika Emelia Palvey,” the man answered casually.
“How is this a good time, and how in the world do you know my name?” Mika asked.
“Oh, sorry, I’m Leonidus Michaels, Beo told you about me.”
“The vampire,” Mika laughed.
“Yes,” Leonidus flatly said, “why do you laugh?”
“Well, you sure don’t look like a vampire. I mean not like those three that attacked us,” Mika breathed slowly.
“Well, to let you know, I am an elite vampire. Meaning I can be scary when called for,” Leonidus hissed.
“Okay,” Mika gulped, “So you know about Beo?”
“Yes, I’ve watch- I don’t think now is the appropriate time for an explanation,” Leonidus said after a horrific scream. Another one down.
“I think now is the time to be scary,” Leonidus added, taking a couple of steps forward, “I want you to wait outside and get the live ones out.”
His voice had gone from smooth to rough in an instant. Mika could only see the back of his head since he stepped in front of her. Like he was trying to hide something, was he? Leonidus’s chocolate brown hair was prickling out of its slicked position. Mika swallowed hard before ordering the commands. She took one look back before running and yelling at the panicked few left.
Wrath let out a rumbling growl. He and Leonidus were the only two beings left in the dome. Leonidus’s fangs had extended at least a whole extra inch. Instead of a calm crimson, his eyes were an odious glowing red. Leonidus’s hair stuck out in almost every possible direction and had darkened to a black. The muscles stuck out more, stretching the fabric of his clothes. He claimed black claws also, and a pair of large crow like wings that tore the whole back of his suit. Eyebrows were furrowed to show anger.
Wrath roared at his immortal enemy. Leonidus let out a banshee’s call. Wrath cried out, clasping his hands over his large ears. When the werewolf was on one knee, Leonidus closed his dark lips. The fangs still stuck out below them like Wrath’s did. Leonidus didn’t wait for Wrath to move a muscle. He bolted forth, in less than a second Leonidus had kicked Wrath. The wolf flew backwards into a table. He got up and shook it off, growling again.
Leonidus snickered and flew a couple of inches off of the ground. Then, Wrath attacked. With not as much speed as Leonidus, he leaped onto him. Wrath dug his claws into the black wings. They bled dark liquid that stuck to Wrath’s fingers and nails. Leonidus cried in pain, to flapping his wings. Wrath let the pinions go out of frustration, and grabbed the left arm. He tugged and tugged until it came completely off. The vampire wailed. Wrath moved back in triumph, his large chest puffed out.
Leonidus sat up and began laughing. He pulled his head back, and burst into a fit of hysteria. It was a sadistic laugh that even frightened Wrath. Where the arm used to be was forming a new one. Leonidus’s blood was becoming new bone, muscle, and skin. Wrath’s tolerance was dropping. He threw the arm on the ground and fell to all fours. Wrath accepted defeat only by another demon. He lunged at the glass wall and broke through it, running off. Leonidus’s taunting and intimidating chortling followed Wrath.