Disclaimer: I do not own Skinwalkers nor its characters. They belong to LGF, After Dark, and whoever else screwed the movie up.
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Bump In the Night
"There's no such thing as vampires," his father assures him sweetly as the boy's blood drips from his fangs. He speaks in a voice that isn't human; if a wolf could talk, it would sound like his father. But it's frightening and surreal, like perhaps a demon's voice would be.
Timothy stares at his father's crimson stained mouth. He can feel something warm and wet trickling down from the crook of his neck. He can feel it beginning to pour down, droplets growing larger.
The clawed tip of his father's left index finger brushes some of the boy's hair from his face. "There's no such thing as ghosts," he purrs, but it is only as soft as a snarl. The way those ruby drenched teeth are bared looks like a devil's sneer.
"There's no such thing, Timothy, as ghouls and goblins. Demons and devils. Nor are there faeries or elves or angels," he promises, and those amber eyes are alight with the sinister oath; a threat no longer concealed.
Timothy can feel his clothes soaking through, his entire body is wet, as though he fell in the lake. Red drips from his hair onto his face, and all he can see now is vermillion.
The fur that cover's his father's skin is as soaked as the boy's clothes. He stands tall on his hind legs, fur covering his entire body, now ruddy and wet. He rears back, and the last of his vow comes right before the blow; "There is only me."
Timothy jerks awake just before the killing blow can come. He stares at his father, perfectly human and asleep in the bed across, nearly two feet away from his mother.
But the boy is still scared. Because the wolf is still there somewhere. Hiding in the shadows. And maybe still hiding behind haunted, human eyes. The boy's father's eyes have never really lost their amber.