Werewolf: the Beast Among Us - Fanfiction
Of Beasts and Beauty
A small town on the other side of tall and dark mountains, surrounded by dark and dangerous forests, had been plagued with beasts that no ordinary man could hunt and kill. The townspeople remained hidden at night out of fear of the mysterious beasts. Everyone who came into contact with them died, thus no one really knew exactly what they feared.
They heard of a group of people that had successfully killed a creature that they named a werewolf. The townspeople believed that is what they had and sent word of help to this group.
One night, the people hid in their homes, hoping this was the last night of their terror. The moon was full and the wind was as silent as the grave. It always was when the beasts attacked. The silence was a foreshadowing for death. There was always death.
Outside the people could hear breathing and growling. If they made noise, the beasts would howl and send shivers down their spines.
Scratching at the door tested their strength. If anyone screamed, the beasts would tear down the door and sink their fangs into the warm flesh. With a few shakes of the head, they ripped the skin open, splattering the blood onto the walls. The fangs dug into the warm and delightful meat.
Once the sun was about to rise, the beasts disappeared like fog rolling back into the darkness, like ghosts retreating to their tombs.
Charles and his group of werewolf hunters entered the town where they discovered the townspeople really did have a problem. Dead bodies could be found at every turn. Some had been eaten, most were simply killed. It seemed like the creatures were werewolves, but the problem was how many? Charles and his friends never faced more than a couple of werewolves at a time.
He was the descendant of great werewolf hunters and many years ago, he was made an orphan and killed his first werewolf. She pretended to be a damsel in distress, but his father knew better. Since then, he gathered skilled hunters and killed all the werewolves they could find.
As he looked around, the surviving townspeople were cleaning the streets and, as happy as they were to finally see the hunters, they wished they could have arrived a day earlier. The last thing they wanted was more death.
One of the hunters was a man named Stefan. He was tall, dark and handsome. No woman could resist his charm and he knew it too. He wore black from head to toe and carried several small silver daggers tucked into his vest, covering his chest. Even though he was a flirtatious man among the beautiful women and the prostitutes, he was a very skilled hunter. The best, it's just that he couldn't resist himself when his eyes rested upon a beautiful refreshing face.
And speaking of just that, Stefan spotted a young woman hiding under an old cloak with a hood, wearing a white dress. If she wanted to conceal herself, she did it poorly. Either that, or she did it on purpose to stick out. He could see her young and fresh smile when she bought a few ingredients from an old man behind a wooden stand. It was clear to him then, that no matter what she did, she would always stand out in a crowd. She was just so stunningly beautiful and it was as clear as day when she placed the ingredients in her bag and pulled off her hood.
He continued to stare at her and, as if she knew, her eyes met with his. Her face was smooth and fair. Her blue eyes sparkled among all the pale and dark surroundings. Her golden hair hung nicely on her shoulders in wavy curls and shined under the sunlight. Everything in this town was dark, dull and stunk of death. But she was a sight for sore eyes, a breath of fresh air, the pearl hidden in the mucky sand.
Charles gently slapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.
"See something you like, Stefan?" he asked. Stefan gave him a grin and glanced back at his beautiful jewel, but she was no longer there. His eyes searched for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. And he knew she had vanished because had a good eyesight and nothing escaped his observations. Yet, she did. This intrigued him even more.
"C'mon," Charles said. "We need accommodations." He said as he glanced over at Stefan, still searching for something. "Are we going to go with your usual choice?" he asked.
"Always." Stefan said softly in his English accent, with a grin and they began their way to the brothel where the women waved and smiled.
The hooded cloaked maiden walked through the thick and dark forest. She listened for any noises that were not her own and heard none. She approached two large stones and once she walked past them, her house became visible like a mirage.
It was a spell she had cast several years ago. Anyone unwanted or unknown would past the stones and her house would remain unseen. If it was a welcome visitor, they knew to speak a few words in order to cross and see the house.
She opened the door and closed it behind her. Her black and white cat jumped off her kitchen table and began rubbing itself at her feet.
"Yes, I'm home, my sweet Luna." She said and bent to pat her cat. The cat walked away content and she removed her cloak. She placed her ingredients into her cabinet on the wall in her kitchen. She walked into the center of her house where it was her living room. Two chairs sat near the wall, beside a round table, by the fireplace. On that table, was her crystal ball.
"Show me the man who stared at me today." She said as she looked at her crystal ball. It began to glow and in its center, an image formed. She could see his slender and handsome face. Those dark brown eyes, so dark they seemed black, and that dark hair as dark as the moonless night. That grin that told her he was full of life and possessed wit and charm. Most of all, he was mischievous. She could also see he was a lady's man and if he wanted her, it would only be for one night, as a sort of conquest. It was as if his goal was to sleep with as many women as he could encounter, like it was a game. She didn't like this, but at that moment, the image in the crystal ball changed.
Stefan's face began to transform. His eyebrows practically vanished, forming a sort of menacing frown. His eyes lightening and they became piercing like that of an excited predator. His teeth grew and they were the fangs of a predator. Her eyes widened when she realized her handsome dark knight was in fact… a vampire. She should have seen that coming. Only a vampire could have such a personality.
However, vampire or not, he was handsome and intriguing. He was the one, the only one: the perfect one.
"Finally, I know your face." she said to herself. "And you're also a man worthy for me." She said and Luna meowed.
Charles and his hunters went into the woods to investigate about these creatures. They spoke to the townspeople and heard many stories. Most believed the beasts were werewolves, but others believed they were demons. They began with crazy descriptions and myths. Charles didn't believe them, but listened anyways to humor them.
They planned on setting up their equipment in the woods in case the creatures were to attack again.
All day they were setting up and when night came, they waited. Charles looked at Stefan. His friend rolled his eyes and walked towards one of the traps.
"The good looking one is always bait." Stefan said and "hanged" himself upside down, pretending to be helpless as he had dead body parts scattered at the base of the tree. The creatures will target him and then his fellow hunters will attack. If they should be outnumbered, only then their traps would help.
The night air was cool and their surroundings were silent. The moon was high and bright and all the stars twinkled. The trees began to gently sway. Its leaves brushed up against themselves and made gentle noises.
The hunters glanced around, looking for signs that they were not alone. Minutes had passed and it seemed nothing was about to happen that night. Stefan, hanging upside down, began getting impatient.
"I'm getting a headache." He said to himself.
Noise began to stir up some more and Charles was certain something was out there.
All of a sudden, there was a noise behind them. They looked, ready for the attack. The longer they waited, the more they watched for signs. Charles began to worry that this was a trick and soon enough, a creature jumped out and released as many traps as possible. The hunters turned and couldn't see this creature. It was fast and when it ran back into the woods, howling, they realized Stefan was missing.
"It was all a trap." Charles said.
"What would werewolves want with Stefan?" asked one of the hunters. The female of the group, Kazia, looked over at him with an arched eyebrow.
"He's a vampire and they know it." She said. "Somehow, Charles, someone knows his secret." She added.