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Moonlight Blood

I walked into a dimly light room. The torn, dusty curtains were drawn closed, and small candles sat, lit, in various locations around the room. A table sat in the middle of the room. It had notches in its oak wood surface, and filth had settled on its surface. In the corner there was a small cot. Square, with a broken headboard. Lying across its surface was a long, dark shape. They didn’t stir, but I knew they had sensed my presence. I crept over to a stool by the table, and perched myself on it.
Running my fingers through my shoulder length, chocolate brown hair, the figure sat up. Then fiddled with the small, sliver locket that hung from my neck. I sighed and they grunted in reply. “Grunting is rude,” I pointed out.
“Says you,” he replied. His eyes flashed with amusement, but he didn’t smile. “I’ll tell you what’s impolite,” he crossed over to me, and pulled up another stool. “Leaving and not telling someone where they’re going. I nearly went into cardiac arrest, and that’s not an easy thing to do to me.”
“I thought you knew where I went. I told you yesterday, I had to go to the nursing home to help out. Apparently some people don’t listen” I retorted.
“On the contrary, I have perfect hearing, and I did listen. You just didn’t say when you’d be leaving.”
“I didn’t… Hm, my fault I guess,” I shrugged, running my finger through the collection of grime. It stuck to my finger and I made a disgusted face at it, sticking out my tongue in revulsion.
Neal chuckled. “If you’re so repulsed by it, why don’t you clean?” He pronounced the last part in clear dialect. Sometimes I wished I could be as perfect as he was, but it was vein. It involved telling him a secret so horrifying, on my part, that I never did. If he ever found out, he would leave me.
When I had first met Neal, he’d been so different. I’d run into another of his kind in a park at night, camping, and Neal had saved me. He’d actually wanted my blood, but for some unknown reason, in which he won’t explain, he didn’t drink it that night.
It’d been dark and I’d had to use the lavatory. I’d tripped in the darkness, and rolled down a small hill. I’d tried to stand back up, but my ankle had been twisted. My mouth had been parched, and I was about to call out, when a snarl had reached my ears.
A dark figure had emerged from the trees. They’d come at me slowly, as I’d whimpered. I had never felt more terrified in my life then at that moment, when the figure leaned down next to me. Their breath had come cool on my outstretched hand, as I’d been shaking. I’d kept my eyes focused on them, as they moved slowly. I hadn’t screamed, and I couldn’t. Their lips, cool, had ran along my vein on my wrist; smelling my blood. Their lips had parted, but before they’d bitten down, another figure leaped out quickly; Neal. The rest was a blur, for the first figure had been thrown on my twisted ankle. The pain had been so strong and searing that I had passed out. I’d woken up in a hospital with bruises, cuts, and a broken ankle.
I snapped out of my thoughts, when his finger had probed my arm. Their coolness came right through my shirt. I shivered and looked up. Neal’s face was closer than I expected, so when I looked up I gasped. His perfect face was inches from mine. I blushed, and looked away. “Sorry, thinking,” I said.
There was a moment of silence, but then he asked, “What about?” Neal gazed at me with those deep green eyes, his uneven bangs falling over them.
“When I first met you,” I answered automatically.
Neal didn’t say anything. He sat there staring blankly off into space. I was used to his quiet moments, which sometimes ranged for hours. I got up from the chair, but he didn’t move. “I’m going for a walk,” I said, and could feel him tense. “Don’t worry, I won’t go far.”
I knew he’d heard me. “Fine,” he sighed, but just continued boring a hole in whatever he was staring at.
I slipped on a long coat, and wrapped a scarf around my neck. When I stepped outside of the abandoned apartment room, the staircase’s temperature was cold. My footsteps rang out against the metal, and echoed down the long twisting hallway. Down seven flights of stairs I went. I was used to going this far by now, but still didn’t like it. The once white walls were now chipped and dirty. Somebody needed to paint again, but I didn’t expect it anytime soon, since this place was desolate after all.
Neal didn’t have a family, he only had me. Annie Jennings, 19 years old, and going to St. John’s University in Queens, NY. My parents were incredibly rich, working with the stock market and owning large companies that they’d given me way too much money. Instead of buying a nice dorm room, I bought a small one, and helped out Neal. He worked and ordered I didn’t give him any money, but I did anyway. When he would refuse to take it, I’d ignore him, and he hated that, so he accepted without a fight now. I agree it was hard on my part to ignore him, because I hated to make him unhappy, but it made me sad when he wouldn’t take the things I would give him.
My dorm room mate got used to me not being there. She said it felt like she had the place to herself, because I was rarely in. We were still close though. She was the kind who didn’t probe in to other people’s business, and didn’t pester you. Instead, she would wait until you would come out and complain. Then she would sit with you, listen, and work it out with you. I hadn’t told her about Neal, and regretted it a bit, but not enough.
I headed in to a small park and walked along the paths. Besides a few people out on the benches, most likely homeless, there were barely any people out. I could see my breath in front of me, as the sun, giving off little heat, beat down on my back. The dead trees loomed above me, like black branches reaching to pull me in to the darkness. I new it was silly, but they looked menacing…
I was getting paranoid, so I forced myself to think of something else. During my time with Neal, I’d learned new things about his kind. His kind, meaning Vampires. For one, the sun did not affect his people by burning them. It was actually different to all Vampires. In Neal’s case, it gave him headaches. Minor if he didn’t stay out too long, but grew stronger the more he stayed out. Second, his kind could resist the thirst. Some choose to feast off animal’s blood, because they preferred it more. A starved Vampire, like Neal had been when he’d first met me, will drink anything.
They can’t sleep, and most food they eat tasted like nothing to them. Like the sun affects them, each one has a certain human food they could eat without it tasting like nothing. Neal’s were strawberries. I found this amusing when he would smile after eating one, and there would be red juice all over his teeth. Sometimes he would attack them, as if they were his prey. I didn’t mind it at all, but he was always careful about what he did around me related to his kind. Another fake was that they were not all pale. You had African American, Chinese, Japanese, Australian, and all around the world vampires.
I stumbled over a raised part in the sidewalk and caught myself. I heard a snicker come from behind me and glanced over my shoulder. A homeless woman with a Kroger bag slept on a bench, but no one else was there. I coughed nervously, and shot worried glances around me, my pace quickening. I tried to calm myself. Had it all been in my head? Surely there was no one there. I glanced behind me for a moment, and smacked straight into someone in front of me. I rebounded back, and wavered.
“I’m sorry-“I cut off, chocked with fear. It rose through my stomach, and caught in my throat. My pulse quickened, and I swore they could hear my heart beating.
A tall man stood before me, his arms crossed, with a wicked gleam of amusement shining in bloodshot eyes. Their temperature was like a fire on the cold day.
“Ah, so you’re Neal’s little human friend,” he assumed.
I tried to respond, but my mouth felt dry. Finally I found my voice, but it was small and shaky. “How-w, do, you, k-now, N-Neal?” He must have understood me, because his amusement brightened. He looked so malevolence I wanted to look away, but found my gaze fixed on this masculine figure before me.
His muscles showed through his shirt, almost breaking the fabric, and he stood almost seven feet tall. Compared to my 5, “3”, he was a giant. Another part of me wanted to scream and run and hide, but I knew there was no way I could outrun this giant. One of his steps would equal four of mine.
“I knew him, once. Can't say I like him anymore. I suppose I did once, but now, no."
I was confused. Apparently he saw the confusion on my face, because he sighed and explained. "To put it short, I've been watching you and Neal, and now, you're going to help me get what I want." He reached towards me, and I shrieked, jumping backwards. His hand passed barely an inch from my face. The old lady was still sitting there, doing nothing. I turned, and shot away as quick as I could.
Should I lead him back to the apartment? I didn't know whether Neal was stronger, but one thing was sure, I was scared. I raced beneath the trees, which now I understood why they had felt so menacing. I didn't glance behind me, but instead carried on quickly. The ground beneath me was hard, and it sent jolts through me everyone time my foot pounded against it. Then I heard, gaining steps. I was right. For every four of my pounds, I heard one of his giant steps smack the pavement. And they were getting closer. It reminded me of the trumpet, when I used to take it. For every quarter note, there are four sixteenth notes.
I thought about calling his name, but ran face smack into another giant before I could. The end of my scarf suddenly burst into flames, and the fire crept up, eating away the fabric. I screamed, and ripped it off. A huff came from behind me, and I jumped to the side, as a fist clutched onto my coat. I pulled off my coat, and ran, then heard the first man speak. "After her."
I had to find some way to elude them, or confuse them so that I could escape. Before I thought of anything, the name escaped my mouth. I hadn't really though about it, the word just slipped out. "Neal!"
My feet flew forward faster, my breath coming quickly. I was now being chased by two strange men. What did they want with Neal? I suddenly regretted calling out his name. I didn't want him to get hurt. I especially did not want him getting killed. I hoped he hadn't heard me. Please don't come! I thought.
I came to a street, and the walk signal was blinking. I ran across the street, and the light changed. The cars honked their horns, and came my way. I made it to the other side, and continued on, but looked behind. The man had been stopped by the cars, but that didn't stop him for long. He ran back, then ran forward, and landed on the top of a truck. My eyes widened, and I turned a corner. There were more people, which I was grateful for and unhappy about. I didn't want others getting hurt, but it would also be harder for me to be found.
I passed my dorm just as my friend came out. She looked at me, and I skid to a stop, running in. She shot after me, and I cringed. This was not good.
"Annie, wait!" She had caught up to me, and this made me scared. She was not a fast runner, which meant that I was slowing down, which also meant that the weird guy was going to get me.
I turned down a familiar hallway to the exit and out the back. This would lead me to Neal, but I was still deciding whether to call for him or not.
"Annie, what the heck are you doing?"
I turned, gasping. "I can't... talk right now!" I pushed open the door, and shot outside, she stopped. Five steps later I heard a scream, and skidded to a stop. I whipped back around in horror. The man stood there in the door way. He wasn't even breathing hard, but he did have my friend, unconscious, on his shoulder.
"Let her go!" I shouted, trying to sound brave.
He grinned, "Or what? You'll have your little boyfriend come beat me up?"
"No," I replied hard. "Look, I'll do what you want, just put my friend back down inside. Don't hurt her."
"Trying to be brave, are we? That's not such a wise decision for you, but it will save your little boyfriend's life... for now," he added.
I gulped, and he could plainly read the fear I was trying to hold back. Stepping towards me, he pulled out a knife and held it up to my room mate. "Don't think about running, or I'll implant this knife in her."
"Set her down," I gritted my teeth. Part of me was screaming for me to bolt, the other part, the dominant one, was ordering that I dare not move. I stood rigid. As soon as he had a good grip on my arm, he flung her a little ways off to the ground. "No!" I shouted, trying to run towards her, but my body was jerked back, and my arm was almost pulled from it's socket. I felt tears well up in the corners of my eyes.
I spun around and try to pry myself away. "I said don't hurt her!" My voice chocked, but he just laughed, and began pulling me along. I tried to grip the ground with my feet, but it didn't really work. His arm wrapped around my waist, and I was lifted from the ground. "NO!" I thrashed about. Ripping my nails against his arm, and sinking my teeth against hand. He didn't seem to notice. I reeled my foot forward and slammed it against his leg. "LET ME GO!"
He muttered a low curse, and reached down with his free hand to rub his shin, but didn't release his grip on me. He leaned back up, and grabbed my hands, locking them down. I struggled, but was tiring quickly. "If you don't stop, I will set you on fire, and let you burn here," he threatened.
I didn't want to die. Of course, I didn't want Neal to die either. Perhaps he could take on this guy alone, but I wasn't sure at all. I knew it was over, and decided to give up. My feet stopped kicking, and I let my head drop in shame as he carried me effortlessly away. "That's better," he said, snickering. "It'll all be over soon. Don't worry, we're just using you to lure Neal to us. There are plenty other people we could use, so there'd be no reason not to kill you right away."
I chocked in horror. He would die anyway. All because of me. We were going to both die. At least he wouldn't die as early as I would. Perhaps I could get a message to him, and tell him not to come. That it was a trap. Part of me said he'd come anyway, and the other was really doubting I'd ever get a message out to him. I felt a tear slip. I was a failure, and this really stunk. The tear hit his arm, and he hissed. I looked up too he face tight with pain.
I had a sudden idea, and wiped my eyes, and rubbed the tears on his arm. His grip let me go and I dropped to the ground. He lunged towards me, as I tried to crawl away. I spit at him and it hit him in eye. He shrieked like a girl, and cringed away. I tried to make use of my weapon. Running over to a hose on the side of the wall, I cranked it up and pointed it at him. He froze, and suddenly my pants were on fire. I turned the water on and sprayed myself. He smiled. "Next time, it'll be your skin, then your hair, and then your entire body. I didn't hesitate. Cranking it to the fullest it could go, I aimed it at him at let the water cascade down over him.
He went down, screaming in agony. I didn't wait long to see what would happen, instead, I shot off running towards the run down apartment. Now that one was down, and the other didn't know where I was, I could run up to Neal. I was pretty sure the man I'd sprayed with the hose didn't see me enter the building, and I didn't care that my legs ached. I ran up the seven flight of stairs like they were only seven stairs. My fear drove me on. I tripped, but caught myself quickly. I fumbled with the key, and shoved open the door. I slammed it behind myself, and locked both the dead bolt, and the knob lock. Though I doubted that would do any good. Either he would come knock it down with a single blow, or set it on fire.
I turned to face the room, then realized, with horror, that he wasn't here. There was no note on the counter. I ran to the cot, but no one lay on it. "Neal!" I shouted. The bathroom door flung open and Neal raced towards me. I felt like sobbing right then and there, but didn't. Instead, I was so frightened I jolted, and tripped backwards. He caught me, and chuckled.
Then he noticed my expression and stopped. I pulled myself back to a standing position, clutching his shirt, and gasped for breath. His hands patted me comfortingly, but urgently. "Annie, what's wrong?" His tone was serious, and a bit dark.
I tried slowing my breath long enough to talk, but the door was thrust open, and I was thrown behind him. I leaned forward against him, as he backed up a bit towards the wall. There, standing in the doorway, was Mr. Fire Man.
I could feel a low rumble and growl build up in Neal. I stared, horrified at the man. His skin was peeling off, and blood leaked out, dripping to the floor. Half of his face's skin was missing. I could see his lips, almost burned completely off, were set in a dark frown. They trembled, and his eyes were saying that he wanted to kill me. His hair was gone, along with his eyebrows, and his clothes were drenched with water.
A raspy voice met my ears, "Why?"
I found my voice. "I told you not to hurt her," I replied strongly.
Neal turned his head a bit behind himself to look at me. I felt a bit like a coward hiding behind him. Then again; it was Neal himself who flung me behind. "Annie, what happened?" I could hear no emotion in his voice. I cringed.
"Men, at the park," I started. My breath was returning back to normal, along with my heart beat, but I was sure he could hear it pounding against his back. "One ordered him to chase me. I ran and passed my dorm, my room mate," I chocked a little bit, feeling a lump rising in my throat, "He hurt her, and so I sprayed him with a hose, and... I don't know if she's alright." I finished lamely, but that was about the shortest summarization I could muster up.
He nodded, then turned back around to face Mr. Fire. Mr. Fire was now leaning forward, stumbling towards us. Neal's hand pushed me more behind him, against the wall. I peered out to see the man's hands raise. I stared. Was he going to strangle Neal? I couldn't let that happen. I tried to push my way in front, but Neal's arms kept me locked in place behind him. "Neal," I whispered in horror.
"Stay behind me," he said firmly.
"Neal... he's going to..." I trailed off in horror.
"I'll repeat myself, stay behind me," I held still, nodding. I knew he hadn't seen me, so I added a soft "I will."
Mr. Fire's voice came out again, stronger. Flesh fell to the floor, and I wanted to close my eyes. Strangely, a more insane part of my brain was thinking, I am not cleaning that up. "Kill her..."
I figured he was talking about me, since I was pretty sure he wasn't mistaking Neal for a girl. And I had been the one to do that to him. Another figure came bursting in, and Neal's head snapped to look at them. I shrunk against the wall. Another one, I thought miserably. It was Mr. Seven Feet Tall, back from his walk in the park.
He laughed, then his voice dropped dark quickly. "Enough, Bruce."
Mr. Fire, who was now apparently Bruce, stopped, and his hands flinched, but he backed up calmly. My thoughts came faster than before. There were two of them, meaning the Neal wouldn't make it trying to protect me. I thought of telling them just to take me instead, but I knew that wouldn't save us. After all, the man running things obviously wanted Neal.
Then I thought about revealing my secret. That would probably put a big space between Neal and I. Most likely one too big to mend. Though, I knew I would be tortured severely if found out that my secret was discovered. I didn't want to loose Neal, but I didn't want to watch him die.
Neal growled, breaking my thoughts. I looked outside the window; it was getting darker. Soon, I thought. If it was dark enough. I shook my head. I had to tell him, I had too... I held back tears.
"It's good to see you again, Annie," I looked at Mr. Fire.
"Don't say her name," Neal said.
"Neal, no..." I whispered. Terrified, and so struck with sadness at what I was about to do. I was going to do something that would separate us from each other, but really, I found the separation much more durable than his death.
"I was wondering, Annie, if you'd like to tell Neal a little secret of yours. I think he should know, after all. Wouldn't you like to know, Neal?"
"Why you," I started.
Neal cut me off, "What are you here for?"
His stance was more on edge, ready to spring.
"We came to visit, Neal. We'd like to repay you for what you did to us. After all, we have so much to thank you for. Like-" He snapped his arm in two, and suddenly it mended right back into place. I grabbed my own arm, imagining the pain. "Oh, and what about this?" He grabbed Bruce's knife and slashed open his throat. Blood gushed from the wound. The skin around the area snapped together, and the bleeding stopped. "We can't die," he finished.
Another figure emerged from the wall right behind me. I shrieked, and Neal shoved me away towards the corner. The new figure turned to us, grinning, then looked towards Bruce and Mr. Seven Feet Tall. "I didn't miss all the fun, now did I?" he asked.
"What took you so long, Dale?" Mr. Seven Feet Tall asked impatiently.
"You know, this, that..." Dale trailed off, his eyes glinting.
The sun had gone down and the moon was rising. I wondered what time it was, but it seemed that time was going by too fast. More figures emerged from various places around the room, then out from the floor came dark shadows that took on no shape. I could feel Neal tense. I hesitantly reached up to my neck, and grasped the locket.
"Get him," Mr. Seven Feet Tall ordered.
Suddenly hands were wrapping and grasping Neal, pulling him to the floor. I tried to stay as calm as I could. They pulled Neal towards the center of the room, and Mr. Seen Feet Tall walked towards him, kicking him in the side. Neal struggled to get free. His groans and growls escaped and I suddenly wished I were deaf. I wanted to cry at the sound.
I looked out, the moon was rising. I sighed, feeling it's presence wash over me. The sliver pool of light shone through a shut window, and my eyes felt like I was drawing nearer to it's surface. The blood rushed through me. It wasn't fear; it was excitement. My body relaxed, my thoughts calmed, and I wasn't frightened anymore.
They had now moved on to a knife, and were slashing cuts along his arm. I stayed calm, and gripped the locket even harder. "Wait," I said firmly.
They stopped, snickering. Dale reached over and pulled me towards him, puckering his lips, and making kissing sounds. I turned my face away, and heard Neal hiss. I looked at Mr. Seven Feet Tall. "Flip him over," I ordered. He looked shocked for a moment, then smiled.
"Sure, we'll flip him over." They men ripped Neal from the ground and threw him into the air. He came with a deafening thud back down to the floor. Laughter came, and just as the knife drew near him again, I spoke, "I said wait."
Mr. Seven Feet Tall turned to me. "Why? Are you going to propose a trade?"
"Yes," I replied. They laughed, and nudged each other. Cracking sick comments that I tuned out.
He folded his arms across his chest. "You're different," he pointed out. "What happened to the scared little girl?"
"The scared little girl," I said slowly, "is offering a trade. Now do you want to hear it or not?"
He thought for a moment. "What is it?"
"Your lives for Neal's."
"I don't get it," he admitted.
I sighed, then explained, "Let him go, and I won't kill you. If you don't, you'll die. It's a simple as that."
They stood there silently, then burst out into raucous laughter. Tears came to some of their eyes. Dale tried to catch his breath, "Did...you...hear...her?" He kept on laughing. Finally, Mr. Seven Feet Tall snapped his fingers and they quieted at once. He wiped a tear from his eye and laughed.
"Well, you've expanded Neal's life a bit by distracting us, but honestly, how are you going to stop us, when a Vampire can't even? Give up," he said, then plunged the knife into Neal's gut.
Fire raced through my veins, and I felt charged. A small part of the weaker me came back and met with Neal's eyes. "Forgive me," I whispered. "If that's all you can do after this, forgive me." I turned back to the them, and removed the locket. They all pretended to look scared. "I warned you," I said, trembling. The trembling wasn't from fear.
My insides shook violently, and I steadily began to grow taller. My torso stretched out, as well as my legs. My hair grew shorter, turning a dark, glittering, silver, and more hair sprouted from my skin along my whole body. The clothes tore, and my chest flattened. I could feel my feet stretch further, as my body shot up some more. I was now as tall as the ceiling, and was a full nine feet high.
Mr. Seven Feet Tall stared up in horror, as well as the rest of the them. My growth stopped, but this did not stop the growing on my nails and teeth. Fangs sprouted and curled over my lower lips. The sickening expanding of my face caused my nose to protrude out. The moon's light enveloped me, and my hair, which was know fur, rippled.
I opened my mouth, and I knew they saw the blood stained, rotten teeth that filled it. The incredibly sharp, and ripping teeth. My tongue hung out to the side, and the air rushed across its surface. A hundred scents drifted up into my nose. I could make out each and every one of them. The smell of Neal's blood was strong... and absolutely disgusting. I hated, loathed the smell of him, his blood, his clothing. The room stunk of his scent. Some of it days old, others, new.
Even the clothes that I was partly wearing, that were now torn and shredded from my sudden change, stunk of his touch. I wanted to run away from it, but couldn't. I recognized his smell as Vampire. I leaned towards Mr. Seven Feet Tall, and sniffed. He cringed backwards, holding his knife in front of him. I smirked, well, at least that's what I was doing. I didn't know if they could tell. He was a Fallen. In other words, a soul exiled from heaven. Lost to wander the world forever. Never dying. Never loving. Only hating, only hurting. There was only pain.
The shadows that had once emerged from the wall had now come to my side.
Mr. Seven Feet Tall gasped.
I was the knew ruler of the night. I owned the shadows of the night. This is my rule, and it would always be until death. I was a creature of the full moon, I was a blood thirsty killer, pent on eating. I was the sworn, and most hated enemy of the Vampire.
Another unknown member stepped back, pointing, you're a... a..." he didn't finish.
"Werewolf," Bruce finished. He snickered. "The little girl was a Werewolf. Kind of ironic isn't it, Neal?"
Neal didn't reply, he only stared at me. I could read his expression, and didn't bother. I was scared of him. Of his thoughts, so I turned back to the Fallen.
Bruce continued. "You feel in love with a Werewolf? Tell me Neal, can you not tell the difference between the scent of a human and a Werewolf? And to think, all this time she was keeping secrets."
"Shut up, little Bruce." My voice was almost the same, but it slid more with an edge, and could make the hair on the backs of people's necks stand on edge. It could make a roll of coldness sweep down their spine. Bruce shut up. I turned to Mr. Seven Feet Tall. "So, you knew?" I asked him.
He nodded. I knew he was smarter than his companions. I could see it in his eyes that he could see I was dangerous. More dangerous than a Vampire, more deadly than himself. Unlike a Vampire's strength, or bite, mine could kill anything. It could shred through anything. It was made from the sliver light of the moon, and all metals together. Making it unbreakable. Making me undefeatable. Unless I was attacked by one of my own kind, that was. We did not turn on each other often though.
Bruce's eyes flashed and he snickered. My fur caught on fire, but suddenly the flame was stopped. It's smoke lifted into the air, but not a mark, not one single charred mark was left behind. I sniffed, wrinkling my nose. I reminded myself not to sniff anymore, because every time I did, Neal's scent would come to me. Bruce's eyes widened, but before he could do anything, my teeth were around his neck.
He screamed, pounding against me. Blood sank through into my mouth, and I could taste the flavor of my prey in my mouth. It was mouth watering. The meat. His poundings were weak. Almost as if he were knocking lightly on the door, and it didn't bother me. Others watched in horror, and I knew they could not look away. I ripped my teeth away, and spit the hunk of neck to the floor. I turned back to him, lunging and sinking my teeth into his side.
My saliva began burning through his clothes, and eating his flesh. Blood was gushing from the wound, dripping against my nose. The wound wouldn't close like earlier on Mr. Seven Feet Tall. My hands curled around him, and I sank my claws into his skin. He tried to cry out in pain, but I had torn out his vocal cords. He would die silently. I broke his body. Feeling the crunch of bones as they broke into tiny pieces and fell inside him. Ripping his insides and ligaments. Shattering his insides.
I pulled away again and spat the larger hunk of flesh neck to his neck flesh. I fell down onto all fours, catching myself with my front paws, and took a step forward. I heard his leg snap as my weight crushed it. Bruce's eyes were widen open, and he was no longer breathing. He was dead.
I turned again to face them, and crouched down. I wasn't as tall now that I was on all fours, but my head still reached four feet five. They all sank back, then Dale tried bolting for the door. I leaped, and crushed him against the wall. I tore off his arm, and he screamed in agony. He clutched the now bleeding shoulder, still moving for the door. I stood up again, and jumped over him, landing in front of their exit. The only other way out was through the window, and we were seven stories high. It would be suicide, or me killing them. Either way, I would be making sure each and everyone of them who had hurt Neal, or conspired to hurt him would die.
I raked my nails across Dale's eyes and he fell to the floor. I pushed down on his neck and felt it snap, then leaned down, back on all fours, and gnawed through his neck until it was no longer connected to his body.
With Mr. Seven Feet Tall, there were only three left. Maybe two weak, and one a stronger weak, if that made sense. Mr. Seven Feet Tall stood rigid. He knew his death was coming. I walked over, avoiding the bodies, and stepped over Neal to the two smaller members. I would save Mr. Seven Feet Tall for last. I turned to stare at Neal, but he didn't meet my gaze. He crawled, clutching his stomach, to the wall.
One of the idiots took that moment to them to fling themselves at me. Their knife, which was supposed to go into my skin, but rebounded off and flew into the chest of the other. I laughed. My eyes rolled crazy with the unsatisfied thirst, crave, to kill. They were sliver, with two small red dots. I had seen myself in Werewolf form in a mirror. I remembered thinking that I had looked scary, even to myself. That my appearance alone could make a person's, or thing's, if they had any, blood run cold.
I grabbed the man who had tried to stab me with my front claws and dug them deep into his head. I sunk my teeth into the scalp, and ripped it out, watching his brain, and liquids fall out. He fell limp in my grasp. I released my claws and watched him fall to the floor.
I kicked him aside and headed to the other. They already had a knife in their chest. I then realized it was a woman. I pinned her the wall, and she gasped. I leaned close, whispering in her ear. "Such a disgrace." I grabbed the knife, twisting it in her skin, and she screamed a blood curtailing scream. It cut off as I slashed the knife across her throat. I threw her with the other bodies. I looked back and saw that they were really starting to pile up. I knew I had to put back on my locket soon, and finish this quickly, or else I would craze for more, and most likely end up killing Neal.
Before I could get to it, Mr. Seven Feet Tall had my locket in his grasp. His eyes were wide, and he was sweating. "If I die," his voice rasped, "then you'll suffer."
I froze, actually scared for once in this form. He had me. I couldn't stay like this. I didn't know what to do. It would be bad. It wasn't that the sun would kill me, but I couldn't go out in daylight and have people see me. Sirens sounded off in the distance and I uttered a small curse under my breath.
"What do you want?" I hissed. It came out more like I was annoyed, than a question. Which I was pretty irritated with him. I wanted to kill him, to watch him suffer.
The sirens came closer, and we both glanced out the window. "Quick," I ordered.
His eyes gleamed. "Let me go. Once I'm far enough away, I'll set your locket down at the city limits, off to the west. You can search for it."
"No, you'll set a trap. Not that it'll do you any good." I didn't trust him.
"Then what must I do?" he asked, smiling. His teeth were white, which surprised me.
I watched him carefully, taking a step forward. His hand clutched it tighter, and I stopped. I knew that he was strong enough to crush that with his hand. If it was broken, I was out of luck. I couldn't rebuild it, and I didn't know the spell that had been placed on it to stop me from changing.
"You don't know, do you?" he asked, still smiling. "Just stick with my plan. I'll have no traps set for you. You know I'm smart enough not to come back. You know I'd have no chance at escaping you. That no one could. Just let me live." I could see he was trying his best not to plead, or look weak.
He had the upper hand. I looked over at Neal, then back down. What he'd done to Neal, it was consuming me. Causing me to act like this. The want to kill anyone and everyone who'd ever thought of, or had caused him pain. I had to make a choice. It was me who got myself in the this mess. It wouldn't matter in the end. I would still be separated from him. He wouldn't want me back. He couldn't have me back. We were enemies. I'd lied to him.
I knew what I had to do. I knew I would rather be trapped in this form that to let this man escape. I also knew I'd rather face a thousand deaths than have this man escape. In a way, I would face a thousand deaths, maybe even more, but they'd all be caused by me. All those people dying, I gulped. I couldn't think about it any further.
All those thoughts would alter my choices, make me do something stupid. I couldn't do anything stupid. A person's life was on the line. That one special person's life was on the line. And to think, if I accidentally killed him myself; I... I chocked in fear, but regained calmness as the moon's light shone down on me. I knew what I had to do. I looked back up and spoke to Mr. Seven Feet Tall, "No."
He smiled. "Farewell," then gripped the locket.
"No!" the voice rang through the room with the echo of sirens at the bottom of the apartment. Things went into slower motion, as I watched with horror. Neal had sprung off the floor, launching himself at Mr. Seven Feet Tall. A knife met with Neal's jaw, as Neal's hand snatched the locket. The knife slid through his skin and entered his throat. He froze, chocking, then slid onto his knees, the locket still in his hand.
I didn't have to think. I shot across the room, as the man looked up. My nails raked onto his front, digging into his stomach, as my hand crammed against his face, and went straight through his head. I pulled it back out, and the fur glistened with blood. There was a sheen to it, as the rays of the moon's light struck the glistening liquid. Mr. Seven Feet Tall dropped like a stone.
I struck the floor with so much force that my right arm slid through. I didn't care. I ripped it back out of the hole, and heard feet clanging up the stairs far below.
I limped to Neal's side, whimpering, and nudged him softly. He still was on his knees. He looked up at me, and I lowered my hand down to his height. My legs were shaking. The footsteps were getting higher on the stairs.
"Take it," he mouthed. I shook my head, and his eyes flashed with anger. I couldn't stand it. My insides felt as messed up as those of the people I'd killed. I looked around at the bodies. Blood soaked the floor. The room was destroyed, but still intact at least. I knew this apartment building would be taken down now.
I looked back to him. "No..." I whispered, horrified, then, "Why?"
He smiled, and I could swear my heart had just broke into a million pieces. "Because you're you," he mouthed again, then went down. I swiped my paw and caught the locket. The footsteps came down the hallway. I picked him up quickly, and set him on the cot. I took one last glance at the small room. The dirty counter top he'd told me to clean. The small candles set around the room, some were still flickering, some were not. I ripped open the window, tore out the screen, then jumped to the the building across from it. I landed on the roof, and made my way down the roof's fire escape.
I ran, and ran, until I could no longer hear the police sirens, the city, the people. Until I could no longer smell his sent. I ran until the sun rose, and then I just kept running. Then, finally, I stopped at a small barn, and slipped the locket on. My clothes were still tattered, and my head was so blank. No thoughts of what had happened, or what was going to happen came. I couldn't think. It hurt so bad I didn't know what to say. I walked across the field towards the barn. I was now human again.
I saw the door open and a woman came rushing out towards me. Her words didn't come to me exactly, but I knew she was asking if I was alright. I could only shake my my head. After that she took me, said she liked the company.
After I'd gotten a shower and fresh clothes, I was offered dinner. That night she allowed me to sleep on the couch. Before I fell asleep we turned on the news. The TV screen flashed on, and familiar scenes came flashing at me. I cringed and the tears welled up. A news caster showed the bodies. They showed his body, and the tears fell so quickly and so loudly that the woman turned to me and hugged me, trying to comfort me.
"Oh, dear, dear! What's wrong?" Her hands were so warm, they were so warm...
"Everything," I replied.