Disclaimer : Kelley Armstrong owns everything bar from my own Characters
I love reading Kelley Armstrong books especially the werewolf ones so I thought I'd have a go and write my own little fan fiction situated in the otherworld series. I'm using all her books as a guide to help me write this. It's taken after personal demon. Review so I know to continue.
Beginning
Alone, afraid and done for…
Those were the last words my brain wanted to cry out before hell took over.
The silent cries that never reached my mouth, nails digging into the pavement, hoping to find something to latch onto, red liquid covering my vision, the stench of raw meat coming from it's breath, as it stood on top of me snarling. My life was flashing before my eyes.
I wasn't ready to die.
Jolting up out of the dream, breathing heavily, heart beating so fast I had to gulp down the air, sweat dripping from my forehead, I took in my surroundings. Cream walls, built in wardrobe to the right of me, Window and bed side table to the left and a double bed, I was back in my Bedroom, in my Apartment in New York.
I turned to look at the clock, 1:56 am it said. Another nightmare, you would think I was getting used to it by now. After 5 years of continuous illusions from cloud-cuckoo-land a.k.a. my brain, you would have thought I wouldn't be like this. But, no, every night I wake up drenched in sweat. Before the nightmares began my life was some what 'normal'. Growing up in Northern Ireland in a family of four, going aboard and studying at the University of Edinburgh to become an Architect, travelling across to work in a large Architect company in America. These were the dream's I carried since I was little. I wasn't going to let 2 years of my live ruin what I have now.
I slipped out of bed, stripping down to nothing, and headed for the shower. For the first few minutes I just stood there letting the water wash over me. The hot water helped me work out the kinks in my neck. Dabbing my wet body with a towel, I looked for clean clothes to replace the pyjamas I tore off. My stomach began to churn, sometimes I get so hungry. Having a high metabolism does that to you.
I headed on down the long hallway toward the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge to find cuts of ham, cheese and any other nibbles I could find. I have to keep eating, to keep full.
I wouldn't want any accidents.
Sitting on the couch in my living room, I glance outside. It was a full moon out tonight. What bluff werewolves changing under a full moon, I was living proof of it. The moon light just helped me see well. I had to change at least once a week. I loved night time, the time when everything grew quiet. Though my super hearing didn't stop me from hearing muffles of people talking next door, or a cat running across the road, or a car driving down the next street. I open my window and caught the rotting stench from the street below. Another speciality in my genetic make-up. Turning my noise up, I shut the window quickly, before the smell took over the whole house.
Walking back into my bedroom, I decided to finish of my design for the proposal the Cortez Co-operation wanted for their new expansion here in New York. I was part of a team to come up with a suitable design for their firm. I could have drawn this up on Auto-cad but I wanted some originality put into the design so I used the drawing board. It could always be put on computer later.
There was going to be a meeting with one of the sons of the firm, Lucas Cortez or something like that, to discuss the design, materials and price. I read that he was helping out with the business, possibly taking over, since two of the eldest sons had passed away.
An hour later I turned to look at the calendar; my last run was a week ago. If I waited a few more days, my body would take over. I grab my keys to my 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air Convertible and headed down the four sets of stairs to the front door.
Racing out of 135th street I headed south, speeding along the soon to be packed roads of New York and set out to one of the many patches of small forest areas surrounded by large buildings I could find within the city. Pulling into a curb I took in my bearings. I was in the southern part of the city on Staten Island. There was a sign that said Richmond County Country Club. It was beyond that, what interested me…a forest!
I drove around finding a place hopefully in the forest where I could park the car out of people's sight. Pulling in, I got out of the car taking the keys with me. I headed deeper into the forest until I was no longer seen. Using my senses to detect for any intruders for what I was about to do. I strode into the bushes and began to strip down to nothing. I folded my clothes and hid them. Now I began my change.
I moved my body into position, head down, on all fours, arms and legs straight, feet and hands flexed, and back arched. I had this down to a T, changing as much as possible. If I couldn't get rid of this then I had to control it. After 5 years of this I knew what to expect. Skin stretching, muscles knotting and convulsing, sweat breaking out. After a few minutes my muscles begin to untwist and relax. Final I've changed.
The whole world takes on a new meaning when you're like this. Senses sharpen. I can smell and hear things miles away. My sight arranges things in a palate of reds, greens and blues. I stretch out feeling the new muscles moving throughout my body, claws scraping the ground, sharp teeth glistening under the moonlight. I let out a howl and began to run.
I'm a black furred wolf, werewolf, shape-shifter, Lycanthropes whatever you wanted to call it. The only part of my body that remotely remains human, where my eyes, blue as the sky. When I got away I did a lot of research into what I'd become. There have been many stories throughout different cultures and countries. All have different meanings to what a werewolf is. No-one really knows how werewolves began. I reckon werewolves were another civilisation that is near to extinction, hence why I've only ever met one. I've read many myths and stories about werewolves none of which seems to fit. And, I'm defiantly not your average wolf-man (or woman in this case) the movies portray, what a load of crap them movies are. A man in a gorilla suit, what nonsense. I'm a full blooded real life werewolf. Human to wolf. That's the way it is.
I was running in and out through the trees, heart beating faster as I gain speed. I could here the small mammals running to their burrows. Luckily for them I wasn't hungry. I could smell the lingering scents of other animals that roamed here, the faint smell of fumes and smoke from cars and houses, the smell of due in the early morning. One smell I couldn't describe caught me. I slowed down and took in my surroundings. I was close to a lake. The smell was odd but familiar. It was animal but it wasn't at the same time. I tried listening for it but just got the sounds of the forest.
A snap of a twig… I whipped round towards the noise, hunching down, hackles rising, ready for attack. Growls beginning to vibrate from my throat to my mouth, Teeth bearing. Nothing was there. I waited for a minute just to make sure. I finally relaxed and began to walk away; the scent must have been old.
As I turned, it was too late for me to prepare for my attacker. It hit me straight on the shoulder, making me spin, catching a glimpse of dark fur and falling to the ground with my attacker on top of me.
I now was looking into huge brown eyes.
I spun round onto my stomach, kicking the other wolf off me… I knew what he was. That scent I should have known. Another werewolf was lurking in these parts. I didn't want to stay any longer…the wolf was larger than me plus it was male. I had to get away from it.
I turned and growled at him. I had to show him I was strong and unafraid. I was slightly taken back by the look the werewolf gave me. Tilting his head to the side, he looked shocked and slightly humoured. What the hell?
I started to step back slowly, until I was at least 3 metres away from him. He just stood there staring at me with them human like eyes. I turned and bolted not looking back to see if he was following me. I could hear a howl in the distance. I ran to the bush where my clothes where and changed.
It was painful having to change so quickly, forcing my bones and muscles to click back into place. I had to rest a few minutes to get my strength back. This was not happening. My nightmare was returning. I can't let him get me. I yanked my clothes on while walking back to the car. I kept my eyes open looking for any sign of the wolf. I had to be careful in case he followed me.
Zooming along the roads back towards my Home, my mind was racing, going over what had just happened. Another wolf was in New York, unusual for him not to follow me. I was told I smelt like a bitch in heat. Not a pleasant thought. I was going to have to be on High Alert.