Post by darkflower on Jul 4, 2008 15:24:04 GMT -5
Gods of the Night part 1
Rain splattered onto the cold asphalt as the storm settled in. Above my head, the deafening crash of thunder echoed through the air. Lightning streaked madly across the sky like an arrow, finding it’s mark in the earth. Just as quickly it was gone, and the momentary lightened world was plunged into placid blackness once more. But something had been on the road, sitting, kneeling there….
The light had revealed me, bending over matted fur, covered in mud and blood. The unmoving body of Atheana, my mother. Blackened strands of hair hung limp against my unusually white skin as my fingers curled through the course brown pelt, stroked softly the limp, battered flank, ran my palm across her face, shutting the brilliant green eyes still wide with fear. My tears mingled with the falling sheet of rain that bled into hail, washing her silver pelt clean of her blood, the blood spilled by the hunter.
I am a vampire. I was not born this way, but it is my life. My mother had been a werewolf, a creature of the night, and her daughter had become her greatest enemy. I drew in another gasp of air, unnecessary, wasteful. Thorn had warned me, tried to stop me. Thorn is my brother, now my enemy as well. I too, am a wolf, but of a darker nature, tainted with the essence of immortals. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
My mother, Atheana, had given birth to me on a half moon, so she had never been certain of my blood line. The parents of true werewolves give birth when the moon is a full orb of light, capable of channeling the life of a werewolf. But for me this was not so, so I was damned to be normal. Or so they thought.
As I grew I never phased, not once in my youth. Thorn changed so often that he was forbidden to leave the house for fear we might be uncovered. I never left home, either. They claimed my soul as one of death, the only human in our lineage. Katonah, mother wolf of our tribe, said my soul spirit was tainted and therefore my death should commence instantly.
Atheana never listened, but hid me. I was not only a threat in the human world, but among my own people as well. As I grew, I never changed, apart from my skin. Once a rich, golden tan, faded to a pale, deathly color. It seemed as if I was already dead to them. And of course, I never understood what Thorn was turning into, not until my mother was forced out of hiding by my second encounter with an unearthly legend. Vampires drove us into the forest, away from real life and civilization. That was when mother told me what she was, what thorn was, what I wasn’t. I abandoned them, and was found by the vampires trying to kill my mother and brother.
They took me in, told me of the evil of wolves, told me they were meant to die. They showed me who they were, let me understand what they had become, and I was enthralled to help. I actually believed. And as I sat there, drenched in rain before my mother’s lifeless body, hat belief fled.
Estelle is the one who changed me. Her teeth sank into my flesh before I could grasp what was happening. She meant to kill me, but for that reason I shall explain later. It is the reason I live as what I am.
Suddenly before me another shadow detaches from the mist, and I see mother wolf approach. She is wary of me, my power, and what I have become. But she speaks with menace.
“You were to die!” she hisses. I flinch, but don’t back down. Her challenge is just another faceless threat.
“Yet you are one of us also,” she marvels, in a more curious tone.
“Mother, do not come to tell me of my sins. Leave me in peace, as a vigil is deserved for Atheana. Her death was a brave one, useless, but brave.” I bow my head and press my face into the werewolf’s blood covered fur. I feel the dark liquid catch in my hair, staining it crimson.
Suddenly a force slams into me so fast I can’t pause long enough to react before my eyes clear of mist and I see Thorn has pinned me down, holding his teeth bared at my throat. He is in human form, barely clothed. He snarls in my face.
“You feed off our mother, you leech!” he hisses in my face. I do not realize my hunger has bested me again. It has been so long since I have fed. Suddenly I know how the blood got in my hair- I have made another wound with my teeth.
“Leave us,” he growls, but his nails dig harder into my skin. I can tell that they are close to drawing blood. I am not in the mood to hunt, and certainly not my own brother. But if he so chooses to spill my blackened veins, his own crimson will join it.
But then he whips his head up to face another figure, leaning casually against the rail of the cliff hedge. His dark hair and midnight eyes are on my brother who holds me down to the earth, and suddenly his stance turns to defense.
“Andrew” I murmur, knowing he is my other reason of life. Thorn backs off, hissing, and Andrew is at my side in an instant. He lifts me from the ground, helps me stand. His eyes drift to my mother, murdered by Estelle in her blind rage.
Then, before I know what’s happening, my face is crushed against something cold, solid, but carrying a sweet aroma. I realize he has his arms wrapped around me and is burying my face in his chest to hide from me my mother’s body. But this does not alarm me, death. Although my face is stained with tears, I knew this would end badly. Thorn growls at Andrew’s show of affection for me, and he lunges, but in a frozen instant Andrew’s arm sweeps out and he wraps it around my legs, his other arm behind my neck, then as we disappear into the mist, the surroundings melting together, he speeds me away to safety. My mind drifts to his to find our destination, and I let out a mute gasp of surprise. He is taking me home, to his coven.
Gods of the Night Part 2
As Andrew placed me gently on my feet, I reached out my fingers to stroke his skin, to see if he is real. He had promised to leave me alone, to stop ruining my life, long before I had been turned. If only I hadn’t tried to come find him, maybe mother would still walk beside me. I see Thorn’s ferocious face in my mind, and feel my stomach churn with guilt as I realize I had begun to feed off my own mother. My mind laughed. I should be dead from drinking the blood of a werewolf, yet here I stand, because of the bloodline I am cursed to share.
Andrew’s lips brush mine then he leads me forward to meet the three others in his coven. A burly man with shaved hair winks at me as I pass, sending some rather suggestive thoughts to me. My eyebrows raise amusingly as I listen into his mind and hear the threats responded by Andrew. A thinner, shorter boy with black hair dusted across his face leans against an oak tree, tattoos slithering all over his bare chest. His muscles are thick, but nowhere near the brawn of the man I have labeled much to his annoyance and Andrew’s laughter, “a perverted vampire.”
The last is a woman, fairly beautiful, with soft curling brown hair and a strange bluish gleam to her eyes as she stares at me. I stare back, feeling an odd sensation ripple through me. With slight shock I recognize it as jealousy, and I know better to block off my thoughts to her than let her know this. But her eyes flash as she senses my defenses go up and her hers do the same. I hear Andrew’s sweet sigh as he learns we will never become friends.
After Andrew gives me names, “James, Mark, and lily,” I greet them cautiously, then turn to Andrew and ignore them completely.
“What will we do about Estelle?” I question worriedly. Estelle would not wait to strike again. She was angry that Andrew loved me, not her, and that he had chosen me to be his eternal mate.
His face rests against mine, missing the rhythmic beat of my heart and throbbing of my pulse. But that life is over, I softly remind him. His voice groans in my mind. “I wish it could have lasted.
“No, you don’t,” I murmured, then move away to go hunt. I am far too thirsty for me to risk my health any longer. I must feed. As I speed off, my senses take control, and my brain shuts off momentarily as my lungs intake the scent of human blood, still in the veins but fresh. In a matter of moments I have located the tantalizing aroma.
A young man is gripping a woman’s purse and is holding her at gun point, leading her through a dark passage. As I step out into the dim light, he focuses on me, or more as of one my body. I hiss and jump, and he flings the woman to the ground and tries to run. I love it when they run. So much like a game.
Sprinting down the dark streets I catch up with him far away from other humans, and wrap my arms around him. Breathing into his face he falls asleep from the sweet taint of my breath and I tilt his head to the side and focus on the blue vein pulsing at the base of his neck. My vision becomes blurred as I press my cool lips to his skin and sink my teeth into his throat.
Gods of the Night Part 3
When I return the first thing I notice is Andrew’s fallen expression. I attempt to enter his thoughts, yet as he blocks me some of my own slip into his. Of my mother’s smiling, happy face, my brother’s once hopeful expression as he watched me the first time I phased, after I had vanished to meet with him. That was the night Estelle tracked me down, and sank her own teeth into my flesh.
I shudder and pass by him to sit near a stream. It ripples with the rocks and pebbles blocking the current. Tenderly, I bend down to sweep my fingers through the icy water and pull free what is stopping it’s path. I sigh, wishing this was possible with my own life.
Suddenly he is at my side, and he kneels down to remove the stones from my clenched fist. Gently, tentive hand strokes my hair from my face, and I feel a wan smile spread over my face. He sighs, relieved and kisses me.
Later my question hovers into his mind. What’s wrong? We’re walking amongst the woods, his arm wrapped around my waist, and I can feel how unsure he is.
“Celine, do you want to be with me?” His words a frightened whisper, and chills creep through me.
“Yes, forever,” I answer, feeling mild puzzlement spread over me. “Why?”
“But you miss your family.” He went on as though I hadn’t questioned him. The flare of alarm struck me hard in the gut.
“Could you live without me?” He asked, after a long pause. This question has caught me off my guard and flung me into an icy lake.
“No.” A firm, strong reply. I pray he leaves this alone. He doesn’t.
“What about your brother?” he asks softly. dangit. I can’t answer that one. My brother and I were inseparable as kids, and we vowed to never leave one another alone, never abandon the other, whether for life or death. So does immortality count?
“Of course,” I finally choke out, sensing him prying through my barriers, close to the truth. “My brother was different, and so am I. There’s nothing left holding our family together. Dad died before I was born, mom’s dead, Thorn hates me,…” Another pause. “Nothing is left holding me with him.”
But even as I say that, I know it isn’t true. Thorn still loves me, he misses me, he wants me to come home. My heart is shredding itself into millions of threads, my brain is explaining once more to my heart that, technically, if Thorn or I ever see each other again, or me encounter any other werewolf for that matter, we’ll be forced by instinct to fight to the death. It’s amazing Andrew was able to control himself from the urge to kill.
Andrew spins around and grabs my wrist, making me face him. He breaths into my face and as normal dizziness washes over me. I try to focus.
“Your lying to me, Celine. I can tell how much it hurts you.” He leans in to drink in my scent, then pulls back. “You miss him, and I’m being selfish by keeping you with me.”
Panic. Oh Crap. He can tell. I try reasoning.
“Andrew, if you hadn’t appeared, he would have killed me.” I watch his face twist in pain, feeling my own pain for reminding him of my death. That was the only thing that could kill him. “In fact, he probably still would have. I can’t go back to the werewolves, Andrew. Mother wolf says she will kill me herself, and besides, there’s nothing left for me to go back to.” And for a moment, I thought he had believed it. But he sighed with resign, and looked up to the moonlight streaming down on us.
“Just, if you ever want to go back, know I’ll let you go,” he murmured. Then, slowly he walked off into the woods, as though he was giving me the opportunity to flee. I followed him, as obedient as a shadow.
Gods of the Night Part 4
I was woken by being slammed into the earth by a slender yet granite hard form. With a muted gasp I was stunned into alert fullness when I recognized the scent-vampire. Instantly I was ready for the next attack; the form lunged again, this time aiming to grab my arms, I moved my leg in a slender arc through the air, and brought my foot to her chest, forcing her flying backwards. Her..... Estelle!
Leaping out of the way as she launches herself again, I feel my back press against the tree behind me. Instinctively my hands reach up to feel for a branch. They freeze as the fingertips of my left hand brush another granite body. I glance up and fight back the urge to screech. It is the muscular man who had been making eyes at me the day before. James, a supposed loyal member of Andrew’s coven. The traitor.
I leap backwards and twist round as he jumps at me, managing to knock my feet out beneath me for only a heartbeat. A strangled cry releases from my throat as Estelle wrings her fingers around my neck. Trying to strangle a vampire? The cry turns to laughter, and for a moment I wonder if I’ve lost it.
Then I am forced back to reality as hands run along my body, hands that have no business there. I cry out and slip away, pulling myself free of Estelle, turn to run. Plunging into the bracken, I phase, melting into my former wolf. My cries of help turn into howls, and then I realize what I have done-too late. Shadows sjhift in the brambles farther on, then the bracken seperates and a sleek form slips between the brush, eyes gleaming. My brother, my friends, faces both familiar and unknown. Other werewolves I used to know have come, despite my vampiric blood, they came to my cries.
Estelle and James have come closer, they are now racing after me, one wanting my blood, the other my body. I shiver, thinking of the words challenged to Edward, a character I once thought fictional as a vampire in love with a human. Too bad the werewolves do hate vampires.
At this instant I regret letting Andrew leave to hunt alone with Mark and Lily, for my mistrust of them made me weary. Look where caution has brought me. I wonder if it’s too late to be reckless. I think so. The wolves growl softly, then begin a sharp barking, which grows to a moaning howl. Slowly behind me the two vampires retreat, their eyes searching
Then a deep brown wolf lunges, and at first it appears he is aiming at me, then he flies overhead, a howl gripping through his teeth. The others follow in suite. I watch, amazed, as the first wolf’s teeth dig into James’s forearm. He cries out and flings the huge creature off. Turning to run, he pauses to glare at me, and is attacked by another wolf, this time silver. Her blue eyes conceal the frosty winter effect. I know this wolf.
She is thrown back also, but instead of lunging again, she turns to come to my side. Her howl of sorrow and joy makes me feel a tight thrill. This is my pack I have grown up with, the friends I knew who were always there, always ready to help me, comfort. I whimper and press my muzzle into her flank, tears sliding down my midnight nose. I am not a normal wolf, my fur is ebony, but it shifts like the deadness of night, a misted pelt, that warns others away. Yet she, my friend, Silvery, can withstand the warning siren that scares off both wolves and vampires alike. Sometimes I think she gives too much for me.
Slowly my form drifts back to human, and my arms wrap around her as I sob into her pelt. She remains wolf, rigid, tense, still fearful enough of me not to endanger her human figure. I don’t blame her. They may count vampires as freaks, but I’m a true monster.
“Silvery,” I whimper when my voice is under control. “Oh, Silvery, I’ve missed you so much! I never knew! I never did I swear, and I’m sorry for what I am. I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry?” Her voice fades to human as she finally phases back. “Sorry for what you didn’t know? For what you never could understand? I’m sorry I never told you sooner. This might have all turned out different.” She shook her head. “What’s done is done. We can’t change the past.”
I sigh, missing this, sensible, reasonable part of Silvery. She always knew what to say to calm me. I pull back from our embrace, tears slipping down my cheeks.
“I’ve..really..missed you.” I choke back another cry. I’ve never felt my insides be shredded like this before.
“Oh my god, Sarah!” I gasp out. “Her cub was born last moon wasn’t it?! You have to tell me. Everything.” Lat night had been half moon. I had sat, watching with delight as it fell across to the shore of emerald seas.
I was shocked into silence as Silvery laughed. “No, she didn’t give birth on full moon.”
My face fell. “a miscarriage?” I ask sadly. She shakes her head, laughs again.
“I didn’t say her daughter didn’t come, I said she wasn’t born on full moon. Sarah’s daughter arrived all right-yesterday, in fact.” What?!” My shocked gasp quiets the air. Silvery smiles wryly. Then I feel it. The hope that rides the crisp air, the reason they all came to my pleas for help. My breathing becomes lab ordered, fast, shallow. I know what is coming. Silvery continues.
“Yes. And when Mother wolf went to decree her daughter as the anti-Christ, you’ll never guess who stood up to her. The tradition of the full moon births has ended, Celine. You were just the start of a decline.” Her eyes grew full of light. I tucked in my breath and held it. Not that it bothered me. What bothered me was my heart, it should be pounding through my rib cage right now. Not lying still, cold, in my chest. “Mother wolf has admitted she must have been wrong, and after a huge fight with Thorn, she’s agreed to allow you to come back. Celine, you can finally come home.”
Gods of the Night Part 5
*by the way, she's finally cracked under the pressure, just so ya know.*
“No,”
I whisper. Silvery pulls back, alarm in her eyes.
“What do you mean, no?” She practically shouts in my face. “Don’t you get it? You don’t have to say no. You can come home, leave behind those bloodsucking leeches.”
“No,” I say again, dumbly. She reaches out and shakes me, hard. She is angry, and confused.
“Why?” she demands. “Because your part of them? So what. The witches can reverse it, you can come home, be with your family, start a new life.” She glares at me. “Unless you don’t miss me after all.” I hear the note of belief and rush to calm her nerves and explain my actions.
“I can’t Silv,” I murmur, my eyes misting in grief. “I love him. Too much to leave. He’s my world.” Rage flickers in her eyes. I shudder.
“So mother wolf is right then, isn’t she?” Her head drops and words roll off her tongue. “There will be one, not of full, will carry mark of light. Her pelt is death, the sign she brings.” Her last words are low, harsh. “The wolf of death and night.”
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After the wolves leave, I fall to the ground, softly and cry. No teas rest in my eyes and curl down my cheeks, yet still sobs rack my body, for now I know what I am. I press my face into the ground, letting my fingers curl through the reindeer moss scattered across the ground. Silvery has left me. I am no longer whole.
Out of all my friends, it was Silvery who told me everything, guiding me towards right, always telling me I was special. Too bad she was right.
Special. I sure know how to make myself laugh. A prophecy of doom. They don’t kill me, so now their lives are screwed over. All because they cared enough to love me. Condemning themselves is enough for some wolves, but I know others will try to kill me. They will die at Andrew’s hands and my tearless cries will signal death. That is the end of my miserable life.
Strong arms wrap around me and Andrew lifts me to face him. His eyes betray my worst fear, for I can see he will leave me for this pain he has inflicted. That will be my end. But for now, I marvel, as he kisses me I am whole. And until the time comes for me to end, I will live my life free. I kiss him back with all the strength I can muster, then pull away, as a devilish smile spreads across my face.
I am a vampire. Tonight is Halloween. Trick or treat friends, night or flight, I am death. With you in sight.
((( This was a Halloween Story i wrote a long while ago, enjoy it, yes I had a brain damage case hunting for a name so i ended up using my nickname)))
Rain splattered onto the cold asphalt as the storm settled in. Above my head, the deafening crash of thunder echoed through the air. Lightning streaked madly across the sky like an arrow, finding it’s mark in the earth. Just as quickly it was gone, and the momentary lightened world was plunged into placid blackness once more. But something had been on the road, sitting, kneeling there….
The light had revealed me, bending over matted fur, covered in mud and blood. The unmoving body of Atheana, my mother. Blackened strands of hair hung limp against my unusually white skin as my fingers curled through the course brown pelt, stroked softly the limp, battered flank, ran my palm across her face, shutting the brilliant green eyes still wide with fear. My tears mingled with the falling sheet of rain that bled into hail, washing her silver pelt clean of her blood, the blood spilled by the hunter.
I am a vampire. I was not born this way, but it is my life. My mother had been a werewolf, a creature of the night, and her daughter had become her greatest enemy. I drew in another gasp of air, unnecessary, wasteful. Thorn had warned me, tried to stop me. Thorn is my brother, now my enemy as well. I too, am a wolf, but of a darker nature, tainted with the essence of immortals. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
My mother, Atheana, had given birth to me on a half moon, so she had never been certain of my blood line. The parents of true werewolves give birth when the moon is a full orb of light, capable of channeling the life of a werewolf. But for me this was not so, so I was damned to be normal. Or so they thought.
As I grew I never phased, not once in my youth. Thorn changed so often that he was forbidden to leave the house for fear we might be uncovered. I never left home, either. They claimed my soul as one of death, the only human in our lineage. Katonah, mother wolf of our tribe, said my soul spirit was tainted and therefore my death should commence instantly.
Atheana never listened, but hid me. I was not only a threat in the human world, but among my own people as well. As I grew, I never changed, apart from my skin. Once a rich, golden tan, faded to a pale, deathly color. It seemed as if I was already dead to them. And of course, I never understood what Thorn was turning into, not until my mother was forced out of hiding by my second encounter with an unearthly legend. Vampires drove us into the forest, away from real life and civilization. That was when mother told me what she was, what thorn was, what I wasn’t. I abandoned them, and was found by the vampires trying to kill my mother and brother.
They took me in, told me of the evil of wolves, told me they were meant to die. They showed me who they were, let me understand what they had become, and I was enthralled to help. I actually believed. And as I sat there, drenched in rain before my mother’s lifeless body, hat belief fled.
Estelle is the one who changed me. Her teeth sank into my flesh before I could grasp what was happening. She meant to kill me, but for that reason I shall explain later. It is the reason I live as what I am.
Suddenly before me another shadow detaches from the mist, and I see mother wolf approach. She is wary of me, my power, and what I have become. But she speaks with menace.
“You were to die!” she hisses. I flinch, but don’t back down. Her challenge is just another faceless threat.
“Yet you are one of us also,” she marvels, in a more curious tone.
“Mother, do not come to tell me of my sins. Leave me in peace, as a vigil is deserved for Atheana. Her death was a brave one, useless, but brave.” I bow my head and press my face into the werewolf’s blood covered fur. I feel the dark liquid catch in my hair, staining it crimson.
Suddenly a force slams into me so fast I can’t pause long enough to react before my eyes clear of mist and I see Thorn has pinned me down, holding his teeth bared at my throat. He is in human form, barely clothed. He snarls in my face.
“You feed off our mother, you leech!” he hisses in my face. I do not realize my hunger has bested me again. It has been so long since I have fed. Suddenly I know how the blood got in my hair- I have made another wound with my teeth.
“Leave us,” he growls, but his nails dig harder into my skin. I can tell that they are close to drawing blood. I am not in the mood to hunt, and certainly not my own brother. But if he so chooses to spill my blackened veins, his own crimson will join it.
But then he whips his head up to face another figure, leaning casually against the rail of the cliff hedge. His dark hair and midnight eyes are on my brother who holds me down to the earth, and suddenly his stance turns to defense.
“Andrew” I murmur, knowing he is my other reason of life. Thorn backs off, hissing, and Andrew is at my side in an instant. He lifts me from the ground, helps me stand. His eyes drift to my mother, murdered by Estelle in her blind rage.
Then, before I know what’s happening, my face is crushed against something cold, solid, but carrying a sweet aroma. I realize he has his arms wrapped around me and is burying my face in his chest to hide from me my mother’s body. But this does not alarm me, death. Although my face is stained with tears, I knew this would end badly. Thorn growls at Andrew’s show of affection for me, and he lunges, but in a frozen instant Andrew’s arm sweeps out and he wraps it around my legs, his other arm behind my neck, then as we disappear into the mist, the surroundings melting together, he speeds me away to safety. My mind drifts to his to find our destination, and I let out a mute gasp of surprise. He is taking me home, to his coven.
Gods of the Night Part 2
As Andrew placed me gently on my feet, I reached out my fingers to stroke his skin, to see if he is real. He had promised to leave me alone, to stop ruining my life, long before I had been turned. If only I hadn’t tried to come find him, maybe mother would still walk beside me. I see Thorn’s ferocious face in my mind, and feel my stomach churn with guilt as I realize I had begun to feed off my own mother. My mind laughed. I should be dead from drinking the blood of a werewolf, yet here I stand, because of the bloodline I am cursed to share.
Andrew’s lips brush mine then he leads me forward to meet the three others in his coven. A burly man with shaved hair winks at me as I pass, sending some rather suggestive thoughts to me. My eyebrows raise amusingly as I listen into his mind and hear the threats responded by Andrew. A thinner, shorter boy with black hair dusted across his face leans against an oak tree, tattoos slithering all over his bare chest. His muscles are thick, but nowhere near the brawn of the man I have labeled much to his annoyance and Andrew’s laughter, “a perverted vampire.”
The last is a woman, fairly beautiful, with soft curling brown hair and a strange bluish gleam to her eyes as she stares at me. I stare back, feeling an odd sensation ripple through me. With slight shock I recognize it as jealousy, and I know better to block off my thoughts to her than let her know this. But her eyes flash as she senses my defenses go up and her hers do the same. I hear Andrew’s sweet sigh as he learns we will never become friends.
After Andrew gives me names, “James, Mark, and lily,” I greet them cautiously, then turn to Andrew and ignore them completely.
“What will we do about Estelle?” I question worriedly. Estelle would not wait to strike again. She was angry that Andrew loved me, not her, and that he had chosen me to be his eternal mate.
His face rests against mine, missing the rhythmic beat of my heart and throbbing of my pulse. But that life is over, I softly remind him. His voice groans in my mind. “I wish it could have lasted.
“No, you don’t,” I murmured, then move away to go hunt. I am far too thirsty for me to risk my health any longer. I must feed. As I speed off, my senses take control, and my brain shuts off momentarily as my lungs intake the scent of human blood, still in the veins but fresh. In a matter of moments I have located the tantalizing aroma.
A young man is gripping a woman’s purse and is holding her at gun point, leading her through a dark passage. As I step out into the dim light, he focuses on me, or more as of one my body. I hiss and jump, and he flings the woman to the ground and tries to run. I love it when they run. So much like a game.
Sprinting down the dark streets I catch up with him far away from other humans, and wrap my arms around him. Breathing into his face he falls asleep from the sweet taint of my breath and I tilt his head to the side and focus on the blue vein pulsing at the base of his neck. My vision becomes blurred as I press my cool lips to his skin and sink my teeth into his throat.
Gods of the Night Part 3
When I return the first thing I notice is Andrew’s fallen expression. I attempt to enter his thoughts, yet as he blocks me some of my own slip into his. Of my mother’s smiling, happy face, my brother’s once hopeful expression as he watched me the first time I phased, after I had vanished to meet with him. That was the night Estelle tracked me down, and sank her own teeth into my flesh.
I shudder and pass by him to sit near a stream. It ripples with the rocks and pebbles blocking the current. Tenderly, I bend down to sweep my fingers through the icy water and pull free what is stopping it’s path. I sigh, wishing this was possible with my own life.
Suddenly he is at my side, and he kneels down to remove the stones from my clenched fist. Gently, tentive hand strokes my hair from my face, and I feel a wan smile spread over my face. He sighs, relieved and kisses me.
Later my question hovers into his mind. What’s wrong? We’re walking amongst the woods, his arm wrapped around my waist, and I can feel how unsure he is.
“Celine, do you want to be with me?” His words a frightened whisper, and chills creep through me.
“Yes, forever,” I answer, feeling mild puzzlement spread over me. “Why?”
“But you miss your family.” He went on as though I hadn’t questioned him. The flare of alarm struck me hard in the gut.
“Could you live without me?” He asked, after a long pause. This question has caught me off my guard and flung me into an icy lake.
“No.” A firm, strong reply. I pray he leaves this alone. He doesn’t.
“What about your brother?” he asks softly. dangit. I can’t answer that one. My brother and I were inseparable as kids, and we vowed to never leave one another alone, never abandon the other, whether for life or death. So does immortality count?
“Of course,” I finally choke out, sensing him prying through my barriers, close to the truth. “My brother was different, and so am I. There’s nothing left holding our family together. Dad died before I was born, mom’s dead, Thorn hates me,…” Another pause. “Nothing is left holding me with him.”
But even as I say that, I know it isn’t true. Thorn still loves me, he misses me, he wants me to come home. My heart is shredding itself into millions of threads, my brain is explaining once more to my heart that, technically, if Thorn or I ever see each other again, or me encounter any other werewolf for that matter, we’ll be forced by instinct to fight to the death. It’s amazing Andrew was able to control himself from the urge to kill.
Andrew spins around and grabs my wrist, making me face him. He breaths into my face and as normal dizziness washes over me. I try to focus.
“Your lying to me, Celine. I can tell how much it hurts you.” He leans in to drink in my scent, then pulls back. “You miss him, and I’m being selfish by keeping you with me.”
Panic. Oh Crap. He can tell. I try reasoning.
“Andrew, if you hadn’t appeared, he would have killed me.” I watch his face twist in pain, feeling my own pain for reminding him of my death. That was the only thing that could kill him. “In fact, he probably still would have. I can’t go back to the werewolves, Andrew. Mother wolf says she will kill me herself, and besides, there’s nothing left for me to go back to.” And for a moment, I thought he had believed it. But he sighed with resign, and looked up to the moonlight streaming down on us.
“Just, if you ever want to go back, know I’ll let you go,” he murmured. Then, slowly he walked off into the woods, as though he was giving me the opportunity to flee. I followed him, as obedient as a shadow.
Gods of the Night Part 4
I was woken by being slammed into the earth by a slender yet granite hard form. With a muted gasp I was stunned into alert fullness when I recognized the scent-vampire. Instantly I was ready for the next attack; the form lunged again, this time aiming to grab my arms, I moved my leg in a slender arc through the air, and brought my foot to her chest, forcing her flying backwards. Her..... Estelle!
Leaping out of the way as she launches herself again, I feel my back press against the tree behind me. Instinctively my hands reach up to feel for a branch. They freeze as the fingertips of my left hand brush another granite body. I glance up and fight back the urge to screech. It is the muscular man who had been making eyes at me the day before. James, a supposed loyal member of Andrew’s coven. The traitor.
I leap backwards and twist round as he jumps at me, managing to knock my feet out beneath me for only a heartbeat. A strangled cry releases from my throat as Estelle wrings her fingers around my neck. Trying to strangle a vampire? The cry turns to laughter, and for a moment I wonder if I’ve lost it.
Then I am forced back to reality as hands run along my body, hands that have no business there. I cry out and slip away, pulling myself free of Estelle, turn to run. Plunging into the bracken, I phase, melting into my former wolf. My cries of help turn into howls, and then I realize what I have done-too late. Shadows sjhift in the brambles farther on, then the bracken seperates and a sleek form slips between the brush, eyes gleaming. My brother, my friends, faces both familiar and unknown. Other werewolves I used to know have come, despite my vampiric blood, they came to my cries.
Estelle and James have come closer, they are now racing after me, one wanting my blood, the other my body. I shiver, thinking of the words challenged to Edward, a character I once thought fictional as a vampire in love with a human. Too bad the werewolves do hate vampires.
At this instant I regret letting Andrew leave to hunt alone with Mark and Lily, for my mistrust of them made me weary. Look where caution has brought me. I wonder if it’s too late to be reckless. I think so. The wolves growl softly, then begin a sharp barking, which grows to a moaning howl. Slowly behind me the two vampires retreat, their eyes searching
Then a deep brown wolf lunges, and at first it appears he is aiming at me, then he flies overhead, a howl gripping through his teeth. The others follow in suite. I watch, amazed, as the first wolf’s teeth dig into James’s forearm. He cries out and flings the huge creature off. Turning to run, he pauses to glare at me, and is attacked by another wolf, this time silver. Her blue eyes conceal the frosty winter effect. I know this wolf.
She is thrown back also, but instead of lunging again, she turns to come to my side. Her howl of sorrow and joy makes me feel a tight thrill. This is my pack I have grown up with, the friends I knew who were always there, always ready to help me, comfort. I whimper and press my muzzle into her flank, tears sliding down my midnight nose. I am not a normal wolf, my fur is ebony, but it shifts like the deadness of night, a misted pelt, that warns others away. Yet she, my friend, Silvery, can withstand the warning siren that scares off both wolves and vampires alike. Sometimes I think she gives too much for me.
Slowly my form drifts back to human, and my arms wrap around her as I sob into her pelt. She remains wolf, rigid, tense, still fearful enough of me not to endanger her human figure. I don’t blame her. They may count vampires as freaks, but I’m a true monster.
“Silvery,” I whimper when my voice is under control. “Oh, Silvery, I’ve missed you so much! I never knew! I never did I swear, and I’m sorry for what I am. I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry?” Her voice fades to human as she finally phases back. “Sorry for what you didn’t know? For what you never could understand? I’m sorry I never told you sooner. This might have all turned out different.” She shook her head. “What’s done is done. We can’t change the past.”
I sigh, missing this, sensible, reasonable part of Silvery. She always knew what to say to calm me. I pull back from our embrace, tears slipping down my cheeks.
“I’ve..really..missed you.” I choke back another cry. I’ve never felt my insides be shredded like this before.
“Oh my god, Sarah!” I gasp out. “Her cub was born last moon wasn’t it?! You have to tell me. Everything.” Lat night had been half moon. I had sat, watching with delight as it fell across to the shore of emerald seas.
I was shocked into silence as Silvery laughed. “No, she didn’t give birth on full moon.”
My face fell. “a miscarriage?” I ask sadly. She shakes her head, laughs again.
“I didn’t say her daughter didn’t come, I said she wasn’t born on full moon. Sarah’s daughter arrived all right-yesterday, in fact.” What?!” My shocked gasp quiets the air. Silvery smiles wryly. Then I feel it. The hope that rides the crisp air, the reason they all came to my pleas for help. My breathing becomes lab ordered, fast, shallow. I know what is coming. Silvery continues.
“Yes. And when Mother wolf went to decree her daughter as the anti-Christ, you’ll never guess who stood up to her. The tradition of the full moon births has ended, Celine. You were just the start of a decline.” Her eyes grew full of light. I tucked in my breath and held it. Not that it bothered me. What bothered me was my heart, it should be pounding through my rib cage right now. Not lying still, cold, in my chest. “Mother wolf has admitted she must have been wrong, and after a huge fight with Thorn, she’s agreed to allow you to come back. Celine, you can finally come home.”
Gods of the Night Part 5
*by the way, she's finally cracked under the pressure, just so ya know.*
“No,”
I whisper. Silvery pulls back, alarm in her eyes.
“What do you mean, no?” She practically shouts in my face. “Don’t you get it? You don’t have to say no. You can come home, leave behind those bloodsucking leeches.”
“No,” I say again, dumbly. She reaches out and shakes me, hard. She is angry, and confused.
“Why?” she demands. “Because your part of them? So what. The witches can reverse it, you can come home, be with your family, start a new life.” She glares at me. “Unless you don’t miss me after all.” I hear the note of belief and rush to calm her nerves and explain my actions.
“I can’t Silv,” I murmur, my eyes misting in grief. “I love him. Too much to leave. He’s my world.” Rage flickers in her eyes. I shudder.
“So mother wolf is right then, isn’t she?” Her head drops and words roll off her tongue. “There will be one, not of full, will carry mark of light. Her pelt is death, the sign she brings.” Her last words are low, harsh. “The wolf of death and night.”
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After the wolves leave, I fall to the ground, softly and cry. No teas rest in my eyes and curl down my cheeks, yet still sobs rack my body, for now I know what I am. I press my face into the ground, letting my fingers curl through the reindeer moss scattered across the ground. Silvery has left me. I am no longer whole.
Out of all my friends, it was Silvery who told me everything, guiding me towards right, always telling me I was special. Too bad she was right.
Special. I sure know how to make myself laugh. A prophecy of doom. They don’t kill me, so now their lives are screwed over. All because they cared enough to love me. Condemning themselves is enough for some wolves, but I know others will try to kill me. They will die at Andrew’s hands and my tearless cries will signal death. That is the end of my miserable life.
Strong arms wrap around me and Andrew lifts me to face him. His eyes betray my worst fear, for I can see he will leave me for this pain he has inflicted. That will be my end. But for now, I marvel, as he kisses me I am whole. And until the time comes for me to end, I will live my life free. I kiss him back with all the strength I can muster, then pull away, as a devilish smile spreads across my face.
I am a vampire. Tonight is Halloween. Trick or treat friends, night or flight, I am death. With you in sight.
((( This was a Halloween Story i wrote a long while ago, enjoy it, yes I had a brain damage case hunting for a name so i ended up using my nickname)))
