Sprinting towards the bastard that keeps running back to the woods. Leaping at him with a thud I landed square onto his shoulder blades. I yank he head to the left with a force that should have snapped his neck. Sinking my teeth deep into his neck vein I sample his blood.
“Lycanthorpe!” I growl with disdain. His body trembles as his eyes registers the blood dripping off my teeth.
“YOU BIT ME!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
“SHUT UP,” I snapped back as I ripped him to his feet and started dragging him back to Willow. Who was laying on the rock with a mischievous puppy grin. “He’s not HUMAN! How would you have not smelt that WILLOW!” To which she replied by standing up, yawning, then turning around to lay back down. I grumbled under my breath about what an idiot dog she is, to which she swished her tail.
“YOU FUCKING BIT ME YOU MONSTER!” The guy kept yelling as he flapped around in my ever tightening grasp upon the back of his neck. I threw his body against the rock ahead of me so his head slammed backwards. Hard.
“Talk now!” I calmly stated.
“YOU BIT ME!”
“Yes, which you keep stating.”
“How?” He looked down at his feet.
“Well, I’m a vampire. So, I shoved my teeth in. Not hard.”
“No, how did you catch up to me?” He mumbled. I gave him a raised eyebrow.
“Look, I know what your thinking,” he blabbed was his hands ranked through his hair. “But I’m not a werewolf.” I didn’t respond just glared. “What did you call it?”
“Lycanthrope.”
“Yes, Lycanthrope. I am not one.”
“LAIR!” I screamed as my patience snapped.
“Ok, ok,” he raised his hand in surrender. “I’m not a purebred.”
“What? Wait, if your saying they can mate YOUR WRONG!”
“Well… not exactly.” I approached the annoyance with quick speed reaching my hands to his still bleeding throat. “My mom was a Nymph.” He whimpered as his head lowered.
“Nymphs all died.” I towered over his body with my arms across my chest, keeping my head straight with my eyes down on him.
“Other then me, yes.” He waited for my response to which there was none. “Look my mom was the last of her kind. A werewolf...lycanthrope, I mean held her captive for years trying to figure out how to complete an offspring. However, they all died.”
“Except you?” I retorted with a raised brow.
“Yeah, except my ‘father’ thinks I’m dead.” I scoff at the lunacy that he keeps spouting. “Or did. You don’t have to believe me but it’s true.” He jumps up to his feet. Standing a good foot over my head. I look up to him as his eyes reflect the stars. “I need to leave, now.” He starts to move around me, but I cut him off. He tries again and I reply the same. “I need to leave. The other pack is coming.”
“Pack?” Willow bounces up to sniff the air.
“No other pack around, try again. I would be able to smell them if they were within this woods.” I said and patted Willow’s head as she tilted it as she was still unsure.
“Look! I don’t really want to do this but,” he splashes scented water on me from a viel he hid in his front pant pocket.
“Holy water?” I tilted my head.
“Uh…”
“Immune.” His eyes went wide in horror.
“Look, I will not let you leave. If there is a pack in the woods coming and I don’t smell them then I have to stay.” I deadpanned to him.
“They want my head.”
“Great! Will, we have our bait.” I rub my hands together with an evil smile spreading. Willow follows my lead and helps me corner him to the rock.
“No, no, no, no they’ll kill me.”
“Oh? You don’t trust me?”
“I DON’T KNOW YOU! But, I think you are crazy,” murmuring the last part.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you… yet.”
“YET?”
“You know your reactions remind me of a little girls.”
“RUDE!”
“He is hiding something Serenity.” Willow growled.
“What aren’t you telling me boy?”
“I’m a man and I’m not hiding anything.” He muttered as he turned. I hissed next to him as Willow growled. “They have a way to cover their scents. They worked with trolls.”
“Cover their scents, huh?” I turned to look out to survey the wood line. “How would you know?”
“They are my ‘father’s’ pack, Alpha Anderson called them when they found me.”
“You have a lot to explain to me, later then.” I took off my heavy jacket causing both of the mutts to look at me. Willow started sniffing me while big boy glared a wolfish look. His features started to change slowly, as they both growled “blood.”
“That Lycanthrope bite my arm during the fight,” I explained while pointing to the spot I slaughtered them.
“Your hurt?” Willow whimpered.
“We have to leave before you get killed. My father’s pack is twice as big and has a lot more Lycanthropes.” The man grabbed my shoulders to express his worry.
“Get off me. It’s simple a scratch.” I jerked myself free from his strong grip. Willow suddenly howled, twisting my neck to look at her with hackles raised.
“Run, Serenity.” She nipped at me. I gripped the mans forearm and pulled him behind me as I started sprinting my full speed. He started to yell out as the wind suffocated the sound. I could hear Willow’s paws breaking hard against the soft grass that laid out beneath us. I didn’t stop until I reached my truck. I mentally summoned a full force wall across the ditch between the truck and where we were. Willow barely made it across before the wind grew full force. I yanked the door open throwing the man in just as Willow flopped to the floor board out of breath. I slipped across the hood and started the engine as my butt touched the padded cushion. Willow pulled the jacket she tossed accrossed her back off and nudged it to my lap. As the truck broke the record of zero to sixty, a group of wolves broke through the wind wall. Putting the “peddle the metal”, as they same; the pack chased us. Taking the expressway south at full speed, the wolves kept their chase until I broke state lines.
“What the BLOODY HELL was that!” the man screamed. I honestly, almost forgot he was here.
“Well, I just saved your butt twice tonight, that’s what the was.” I rolled my eyes at the road as I stared straight ahead.
“We,” Willow chimed.
“Right, sorry girl. We just saved your butt twice.” The man looked at me in confusion for a while before his eyes turned to anger.
“You almost killed me twice too. I would say we are even,” pouting as he faced out the side window.
“Seriously, how old are you? You act as if your a child.” I grabbed the bridge of my nose. Silence was my reply. Looking at him, his hair feathered around his ears and along the ridge of his cheek bones as his face plastered the window. Willow nudged his arm as she placed her muzzle on his mid thigh. His hand played with her ears as he never moved a muscle in his head or neck. I huffed, turning my head back to the road.
After about an hour and half of driving in silence I caught the blue blip of a wisp. Turning the truck off the next exit, I found a deserted road and drove down it. About a quarter mile down, I found an old roadside park sign and pulled into the drive when it was time. Key turned, as I killed the engine. Placing the keys in my dark denim back pocket. I started towards the drop off spot across from the picnic tables. I walked to the edge and watched as the brook bubbled along some rocks. Out of no where a light blue flame bloomed beside my shoulder.
“I need help. Where is the nearest person I can ask for information about a man that believes he is an offspring of a Lycanthorpe and a Nymph?” The flame grew brighter for a moment in shock then dimmed again still wobbling.
“North,” it crackled.
“Can’t go north. We’re being hunted there at the moment.”
“South,” came out as a whistling sound.
“How far?”
“Two states.”
“Town?” I whispered. Only for silence weighing in the air. I turned to look where it was, which was now missing. I groaned, loudly. Turning back to the truck I see the man stretching as he heads towards a green port a potty. Willow heading in my direction before finding a spot by the tables to relieve herself. Deciding to head back to the truck without waiting to talk to them. Getting into the truck Willow’s head pops up under my door.
“What’s the plan?” she wagged her tail as she stretched into the cab.
“South,” I muttered.
“How long?” asking as her body circled on the spot beside me.
“Lay already.” She quickly dropped with a groan. “Few days I think. Possibly only a day. However, it depends on where we can use the highway or not.”
“They didn’t help much huh?”
“Do they ever?” I retorted slamming my head into the cushion behind it.
“Do who ever?” the voice sounded over the click of the passenger door.
“Nothing,” I groaned.
“Ok, do you need to sleep?” asking as he tilted his head to the right.
“No,” I snapped; “go back to sleep.”
“Thanks, how long will the journey be?”
“Day or two.”
“By the way what’s your dog’s name? Also, your name?”
“Willow,” I said blankly.
“So your name is Willow?” he asked while looking at me as I drove onto the road.
“No.” He looked at Willow and started scratching behind her ears.
“Hello, Willow.” She licked his arm in welcome and I could feel his eyes land back on me. I stayed stone faced while keeping my eyes trained on the surroundings.