Beware the AU!!!! I went wacko the other day and wrote this--a pure example of AU with the chars of our beloved PB. Yet another experiment, seeing as how I've never written an AU before, at least not like this. Hope its to your liking, plz express your thoughts!
Love to All!!!
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The harvest moon above shown as brightly as the sun, illuminating the very ground he stood upon, the figures that ran in panic around him, and even the blood that spewed a glowing pink at his feet.
His comrades rushed past his still form, their cries and snarls loud in his ears, their teeth flashing as they sank into the flesh of the humans that fought desperately against them.
The men that were trying, in terrible vain, to save their wives and children from slaughter.
Michael himself had yet to take a life.
He simply could not bring himself to do it.
The young lycan could hear the yells of his brother from far across the village, commanding him to snap out of his daze and take action.
His brother, who had insisted on leading this army against the human town he currently stood unmoving within.
He recalled Lincoln's words, the low growl that accompanied it when he clenched his fist and raised it towards him, "They killed her for loving me….they condemned her to hang, brother…and I will destroy them all for it…"
His brother's love, a human from the very village they were now burning to the ground…her grave lay unmarked on a nearby hill.
This slaughter was for vengeance. Vengeance for his brother, and for the raven-haired woman that he had loved so deeply.
But Michael could not help but hesitate. He had never taken a human life. His hunger sated by animals alone, he had never hunted down a human as many others had. Even Lincoln, before he had fallen for the charms of his woman.
Now he stood facing his fear: the scream of a human dying beneath his claws.
The village headman stood mere feet from him, an old soldier that still seemed brave enough to draw a sword against a monster. Michael felt his fingers twitch, black blades extending from the tips, a dark brown fur spreading slowly over his hands and up his arms.
He would do it, for the sake of Lincoln's lost love…
His bones cracked as they began to reform..
His teeth grew sharp and his eyes ran red…
His brother's roar rose over all the rest as he sliced into his own enemies, his cry of encouragement reaching Michael's now canine ears.
The headman spat at him, and amidst the screams around them he could hear the man call him forward, describing him as a demon that would be returned to hell.
Michael shook his large head, pressing back his ears. He was no demon. And he did not want to kill anyone. But duty pressed him onward, the duty to enforce his brother's right to revenge.
He rushed forward against the man's rising blade, ducking beneath it as it fell, his claws coming forward simultaneously to aim at the chest in front of him…
They made contact, blood sprayed into his face…
And then the sharp pain of a woman's angry cry filled his head.
She ran to place her own sword in front of him, dark eyes burning, looking in the moonlight as red as her hair.
The daughter, he could only assume…
The daughter of the man he had just killed.
Tears fell from her fearful eyes as she raised her blade and flew at him…